The tension continues to build until he can hardly breathe around it.
His vision swims, his head pulses, and the only thing that he knows is the feel of her against him. That strange warmth that bursts into heat and them sets him aflame. She doesn’t rebuke him or ask him to stop and he almost expects that she will. He expects for her to finally nudge him away.
Maybe he expects himself to run.
But she doesn’t. He doesn’t.
Instead she breathes that she wants him and he nearly groans in response, his mind already split amongst the many paths of his desire, of the feral instinct that cleaves him in two. With a growl, low and heady, his teeth find her again, sinking into the flesh and then he is lifting himself up and over her.
As he enters, his inhale is sharp and the exhale that follows is shuddering. There is a wild pulsing in his throat as he finds the rhythm of the ocean, as he feels that flame fan hotter. He touches what he can reach. At times a gentle kiss on her shoulder. At other times a fierce, demanding teeth against her neck.
All he knows is her. All he can feel is her. She surrounds him and he loses himself in her, in the wild and natural roaring of the sea and the storm and the hurricane that whips through him.
He says her name, he thinks.
Maybe just once. Maybe a thousand times. A plea, a demand, a question.
He doesn’t know how to keep track of it all anymore and he doesn’t think he’d want to even if he could. Instead, he just lets everything natural and right consume him until it is just them and the cliffside that yawns open before them and the world that is suddenly completely and totally theirs.
BRIGADE
when I was a man I thought it ended when I knew love's perfect ache
but my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake