Unbroken

a desperate, drowning kiss.
    I come undone.
    Emerson kisses me like it’s the end of the world, like we’ve only moments left to live, and there’s nothing he wants more than to possess me, completely. No past regret, or heartache, nothing but our lips, and tangled tongues, and the steely embrace of his arms locked tight around me, crushing me against his chest.
    This is like nothing I’ve felt before. It’s like a tidal wave of sensation is breaking over me, and I have no choice but to be swept along, falling deeper into the intoxicating taste of him. I grab at his shirt and cling to him, all my worries and insecurities dissolving in an instant under the hungry probe of his tongue, and the feel of his hands searing a blazing trail across my skin as he lays me down beneath him on the hard deck.
    I tear off his shirt and lock my legs around his waist, arching up against him as he yanks down the tiny straps of my sundress and then rips it over my head, baring me to the night. I gasp at the chill of air against my bare skin. He buries his face in the hollow of my neck, sending sharp bolts of pleasure down my body with every new kiss. The electricity crackles, hot and wet between my thighs as he sucks and bites his way along my collarbone and down across my bare breasts, his mouth hot and demanding on my skin.
    Oh God, yes.
    His hand slips between my legs, and then I’m arching up against his touch, moaning as his fingers stroke and tease through my panties. His touch shivers against me, sparks of pure sensation, but every time I buck into his hand, he holds me back, scratching lightly over the fabric with his fingertips until I’m writhing, aching for him, crying out with frustration.
    Emerson lifts his head, gazing at me with a dark, hooded look as he toys with me. I beg him wordlessly with my eyes, gasping until he roughly yanks my thighs apart. He gives me a swift, possessive stroke before he sinks one finger deep inside me.
    I cry out, lifting my hips as his hand begins to pulse against me. I clench around him, mindless from the fast rock of his finger, and the lightning rasp of his tongue as he dips his head back to my breast and drags his mouth across my nipples.
    Closer. Harder. Now.
    I roll us, landing on top and thrusting down hard against his hand as his mouth keeps tormenting my breasts.
    He pushes another finger up inside me.
    The world spirals out of focus. Even the distant lap of the ocean is gone now, drowned beneath the roar of blood in my ears and the hungry thunder of my heartbeat. Emerson’s fingers surge inside me, and I bite down into his shoulder, mindlessly bearing down on the dark, delicious pressure like I’m possessed.
    We’re beyond tenderness or teasing now, gasping and clawing at each other as we fight for control. But it’s never been an even fight. Emerson rolls again in a single movement, trapping me beneath him. He drags his head from my chest, and a chilled blast of air replaces the warmth of his mouth on my nipple. I yelp, tensing as he rips my panties away, leaving me totally naked, spread and breathless on the deck.
    He looks down, eyes raking over my body with a look of wild abandon in his eyes. He’s on the edge, ready to lose control completely, and I feel a shot of power that I’ve stripped away all his last defenses. For a moment, he’s poised there above me, our breath coming in ragged gasps, then he slides his way down my body and grabs above my knees, pushing my legs open and setting my ankles around his neck. He bends his head and set his mouth against me, licking across the tender apex of my thighs in a long, harsh sweep.
    “Oh God!” I cry out, hearing my moan echo out across the bay as his tongue laps at my most sensitive point, dipping down to probe inside me. There! He licks up again, sinking his fingers back inside me as he sets about undoing every last coherent thought in my mind. His tongue licks me faster me as his fingers pulse from the inside, the shockwaves coiling closer and tighter, and I buck against his mouth, desperate for the delicious friction of each new lick, and suck, and thrust—
    Emerson pulls away, and I cry out again, this time in desperate frustration. I grab for him, gasping for release, but he sweeps my hands aside and pins my wrists to the deck in one swift motion so I’m trapped there, helpless beneath him. His gaze pieces right the way through me, wild and blazing with lust. I struggle against his grip, hating the space