Spiraled ⚪⭐⚪⭐ (A Brollins Novel)✔

EPISODE EIGHT

Author's Note: This chapter contains explicit, sexual content. Don't read if you are uncomfortable and ineligible to. You won't miss anything concrete from the story. This chapter is dedicated to them basically having sex, nothing more.

Daniel's House. Orlando, Florida.

"Yes."

It takes a moment for her response to sink into his head and cause his ears to perk up. His whole body feels like it's on fire and the cold water around him aren't even enough to quench it. The feelings coursing inside him feel so new, forgotten, rare and like he has felt them before but they were from another, different lifetime. He wants to move his lips upwards from the curve of her neck to her ear, to kiss her cheek and finally devour her lips but even in the throes of intoxication and lust, he can't imagine doing something she doesn't want so he asks, "Are you sure?" He partly regrets the words once they flies out of his mouth and into the quiet night, the hot graze around his words echoing and trapping him. But the other part wants to be sure and certain this is what she wants for if he gets carried away later, he fears there's nothing she might say or do that will be able to stop him.

"I'm certain." Her voice is tentative and less audible than the first one and if it wasn't for his ear that had been at her neck, he probably wouldn't have heard it. He doesn't realize he's holding his breath in until he releases it, sighing in relief at her words. A strong fire seizes him, his mind a blurry, jumbled mess as he cups her face and kisses her; fast, sure and passionate. His whole body hums at the taste of her, at the soft lips kissing him back eagerly and her hands around his neck, caressing and urging him on.

The little moans escaping her lips, her hands running down his bare back and her lips moving against his tells him she wants this as much as he does or perhaps even more. That's the only confirmation he needs to draw her even closer to him, his tongue pushing through the seams of her lips for his tongue to delve inside her mouth. Her tongue is as stubborn as her, he smiles against her lips as her tongue fights his for dominance. Her hand trails down between them, fingers ghosting over the hard planes of his chest, lighting little sparks of fire all over his body. He breaks the kiss to gasp for a much needed air and as her hand fumble at the zip of his pants, he leaves wet kisses at the exposed skin of her cleavage before ascending to the crook of her neck, sucking on the sweet spot behind her ear which makes her melt instinctively into his arms.

His whole body tenses expectantly, a brisk, loud moan leaving him once she undoes the zip of his pants and takes out his cock into her hand. She uses her other hand to bring her face up to hers urgently and kisses him deeply while stroking him with firm, strong strokes. His groans and moans are coherent and lustful, his whole body submitting to the delicious pleasure she's giving him. He can feel himself getting harder and larger in her hand, his pleas and moans growing louder by the second. He can't recall the last time he felt this horny for anyone in his life. With a few strokes of her hand around his cock, he'll probably tip over the edge.

So he quickly brings his hand down to stop her, "It's too much," he tells her when she makes a strangled noise in her throat, uneasiness settling into her. "I'm not going to stop," he replies to the unspoken fear in her eyes when she opens them to look at him. The conviction behind his words makes what they are doing all the more surreal, making him realize he won't even be able to stop if what they are doing is wrong. 'Perhaps this is what Sheamus was talking about at the bar,' he thinks, silencing her unspoken questions and fears with another passionate kiss before slowly moving them backwards and when they reach the edge of the river, he turns her around so her back is now facing the grassland ahead of them. "Up," he coaxes with his hands firm and strong on her hips, gently pulling her up from the water and onto the grassland. He quickly follows suit, dragging his pants down his legs and feet before tossing them somewhere among the trees. Her arms are wide and inviting, a hungry, desperate look in her eyes when he settles on top of her, his mouth moving over every exposed inch of her. Her legs wraps around his waist, heels digging into his ass. His fingers tries to make quick work of the buttons at the front of her green dress but fails. 'Buttons shouldn't be this complex,' he growls in his throat as his fingers slip every time he tries to unbutton one.