Free Darkest Love by Melody Tweedy Page A

sex was the moment he felt the least emotional, the least needy. Caring words and gestures came slowly to Rain Mistern at the best of times. After sex—especially after brutal S & M sex—trying to summon them was like trying to squeeze blood out of a stone.
    â€œRain, I feel so horny tonight,” she hissed, stopping his heart. She was wearing a silky robe, surrounded by open journals and fragrant fern fronds gathered during her most recent walks. A few dry plant sprigs peeked out from between the pages of her notebook. Annie’s father had been a keen amateur botanist, Rain knew, and her interest in the flora and birds of the South Pacific was as keen as her professional anthropological interest in the tribespeople. She was flushed from the heat and the first swirl of gin in her blood. Rain’s heart sank as his dick started to grow. She would take him like a tigress then give him hell for weeks.
    â€œAnnie, you’re tipsy. Are you sure?”
    â€œI’ve only had these two,” she said, shooting him a steady glance as evidence.
    Rain was mentally ordering his penis to slow down and stay calm—and marveling at the sexiness of her tanned, sweat-beaded face in the candlelight—when she took the next step for him.
    With a hearty clank of the gin bottle on the table, Rain feared both for the oaken table and for Annie’s hand if the bottle broke. But in seconds she was tearing at her robe.
    â€œHwoo.” Rain exhaled. The silk dropped off her shoulders to reveal a body toned from weeks of granite-cliff scaling and fern-gathering. The big breasts and lush hips were still there, connected by a little isthmus of a waist; not so much skinny as shapely, and beautifully textured by muscles she had not had before. Rain ran his eyes over the beginnings of a pretty six pack and the planes and crevices of a woman who was using her body, leaping and swimming and flinging her journals onto sand banks and singing and clapping with Kaamo children.
    â€œYou look great .” Rain watched her eyes flickering in the candlelight and after registering a final, begging throb of his cock— Please, Rain? Pleeeease ?—he surrendered.
    â€œYou’re going to ruin me, Annie Childs.”
    She was staring wordlessly, lips curled ever so slightly in a come-get-me snarl, eyes flashing like a wildcat’s, her overflowing breasts just begging to be caressed and licked. Annie’s blonde hair was huge, a lion-like mane textured to a gorgeous natural wave by the humidity and by river water, sea salt and dozens of daily drip-dries. Strands of Amazon-goddess hair clung to her sweaty face, and those beads of moisture took nothing away from her sexiness. They looked like pearls of life, jewels adorning this woman who was as lush as the tropics she had inhabited for the last few months.
    The island had stamped itself on her, her skin tanned to a smooth caramel. Her hair and eyes wild. And the beads of sweat–a headpiece, slipped by nature itself on the forehead of this woman who was truly living . She was a goddess…
    Rain gulped. “Annie I don’t want to hurt you.”
    She was walking towards him with that come-hither look she knew he loved, and a sashay of her hips that was part island-fitness, part conscious-attempt-to-drive-him-crazy. Mission accomplished. Rain felt his dick hardening to a level so extreme he twitched. The light caught Annie’s eyes as she passed under the hut lantern. Those eyes flashed with lust and filled his mind with images of hot milk-chocolate drinks and sludgy mud and shiny hair and textured, patterned tree-bark.
    He licked his lips. With every step her breasts bounced, their delicious watermelon-roundness emphasized. He noted the position of her nipples with pleasure. She was not wearing a bra, but they were high and mighty in her white tank.
    Rain’s tongue escaped from his mouth and ran over his bottom lip. Annie answered with a sound of her