The forest spins into existence around me as consciousness returns, my head heavy as a bowling ball. Emily's face is bathed in gold as she smiles down at me. Her fingers move through my hair with gentle precision, each stroke bringing me further into awareness.
"Hey baby," she says, her voice soft as the breeze rustling through the trees.
"Hey," I mumble, my own voice thick with sleep. A smile tugs at my lips, automatic and genuine. Emily's lap beneath my head is warm, comfortable in a way that makes me want to drift right back into darkness.
Her fingers continue their gentle exploration through my hair, tracing patterns against my scalp that send pleasant tingles down my spine. The forest around us is peaceful, birds calling in the distance, sunlight warming patches of my skin where it breaks through the canopy.
"You fell asleep on our hike," Emily says, amusement dancing in her eyes.
I blink, confusion momentarily disrupting my contentment. "We went on a hike?"
My memory feels strangely blank, like trying to recall a dream that evaporates the moment you reach for it. I remember emily making me a milkshake in the kitchen, and getting to the park, but after that... nothing.
Emily laughs, the sound melodic against the backdrop of rustling leaves. "Sorry, I snuck some rum into your milkshake."
"Why?" I push myself up to sitting, my head spinning slightly with the movement. The world tilts for a second before settling back into focus.
Emily tucks a strand of silver hair behind her ear, looking almost sheepish. "I thought you'd be cute drunk, but I overdid it." Her hand finds mine, fingers interlacing with practiced ease. "You passed out about twenty minutes into our walk."
I look around, taking in our surroundings. We're sitting on the dirt in a small clearing, trees creating a natural enclosure around us. The ground beneath us feels strangely uneven, but the forest is beautiful, peaceful in a way that makes my chest expand.
"How long was I out?" I ask, rubbing my eyes with my free hand.
"A few hours," Emily says, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "The sun's starting to set."
I glance at the sky visible through gaps in the trees, noticing for the first time how the light has shifted to that golden-orange glow of late afternoon. How did I miss so much of the day?
"We should probably head back," she says, rising gracefully to her feet. She extends her hand to me. "Come on, let's go."
I take her offered hand, but as I try to stand, my legs wobble beneath me like they're made of jello. I sway dangerously, the forest tilting around me.
That's when I notice Emily's arms. They're covered in dirt, not just smudges, but caked with soil all the way to her elbows.
"Are you okay?" I ask, pointing to the dirt. "What happened?"
Emily glances down at her arms as if noticing the filth for the first time. "Oh, this?" She laughs, brushing ineffectively at the soil. "I was resting and laid down in a patch of loose dirt earlier while you were sleeping. Got all over me."
Something about her explanation doesn't quite connect in my foggy brain, but I can't put my finger on why.
"I'm so sorry, baby," I murmur, guilt washing over me. "You were just sitting here in the dirt while I was passed out? That's awful."
I try taking another step and my knees nearly buckle. Emily's arm wraps around my waist immediately, steadying me against her body.
"I've got you, baby," she whispers, her voice warm and reassuring in my ear. "Just lean on me."
She reaches down to grab the picnic basket with her free hand, then guides me forward. My feet feel disconnected from my body, like I'm trying to walk on stilts. Each step requires concentration.
"How much rum did you put in that milkshake?" I ask, focusing on placing one foot in front of the other.
Emily laughs, the sound light and carefree. "Apparently too much. Don't worry, we'll be back at the car soon."
The walk through the forest is disorienting. I don't recognize any of the trees or trails, can't remember how we got here or which direction we came from. But Emily moves with complete confidence, guiding us through the underbrush like she's walked this path a thousand times.
Despite my confusion and the lingering heaviness in my limbs, there's something perfect about this moment, the golden light filtering through the leaves, Emily's warm body pressed against mine, supporting me without complaint. My heart swells with gratitude and love.
"I love walking with you," I tell her, the words spilling out without filter.
Emily erupts into laughter at my simple confession, but there's something wild in the sound, a high, almost musical quality that borders on madness. Her eyes sparkle with a crazed look.
"You're so perfect," she says, carefully setting the picnic basket down on the forest floor.
Before I can respond, she's pulling me against her, hands cupping my face as she kisses me deeply. The taste of her mouth awakens something primal in me, cutting through the lingering haze of the rum that was in that milkshake. My arms wrap around her instinctively, steadying myself against her solid warmth.
When she finally breaks the kiss, she's panting. "I love you so much, Danny," she whispers, her voice cracking slightly. "Do you know I would kill for you?"
Heat floods my face at the intensity of her declaration. My heart hammers against my ribs as I search for the right response.
"You don't ever have to do that, okay?" I manage, my voice coming out softer than intended.
Emily's lips find my neck, trailing upward with deliberate slowness until she reaches my ear. Her breath is warm against my skin, sending shivers down my spine despite the afternoon heat.
"But I would," she breathes, the words vibrating against the sensitive skin below my earlobe.
Something about her tone makes me believe her completely. The conviction in her voice should frighten me, but instead, it makes me feel protected, treasured in a way I've never experienced before.
"I would kill for you too," I tell her, surprised by how naturally the words come, how true they feel leaving my lips.
Emily pulls back, studying my face with an expression that shifts from tender to hungry in the space of a heartbeat. Her hands grip my waist tighter, possessive and urgent.
"We need to go," she says suddenly, bending to retrieve the picnic basket with quick, decisive movements.
"What's the rush?" I ask, still trying to process the intensity of the moment we just shared.
Emily's smile turns wicked, that dangerous gleam lighting her eyes as she leans in close again. "I want to ravage you," she purrs, her voice dropping to something that makes my skin prickle with anticipation.
My face burns hotter, desire cutting through the remaining fog in my brain. "That would be great."
*****
The world spins and blurs as we somehow make it back to our bedroom. My memory skips like an old CD, forest, car, hallway, until suddenly I'm on the bed, wrists secured to the headboard with soft restraints, completely at Emily's mercy.
She's straddling me now, her silver hair wild around her shoulders as she rolls her hips in a rhythm that's making me see stars. I can't touch her, can't do anything but watch and feel as she takes what she wants from me.
"Fuck," I gasp, my back arching off the mattress as she sinks down on me again.
The way she's moving isn't like before. There's no teasing, no slow build-up. She's riding me like she's possessed, like she's trying to claim every inch of me in a desperate race against time.
"Look at you," Emily moans, her voice dropping to that husky register that makes my entire body tighten in response. Her eyes lock with mine, blazing with an intensity that steals my breath. "So perfect for me. Only for me."
My wrists strain against the restraints as she slows her pace suddenly, rolling her hips in deliberate circles that make me whimper. The change in rhythm is maddening, bringing me to the edge but not letting me fall.
"Emily, please," I beg, desperate for her to move faster again.
She leans down, her silver hair creating a curtain around us as her lips brush against mine. "Do you know how much I treasure you, Danny?" she whispers, the words vibrating against my mouth. "How completely fucking precious you are to me?"
Her hips start moving again, a slow, torturous grind that has me seeing stars. I can only nod, words failing me entirely as pleasure builds at the base of my spine.
"Everything I am belongs to you," she continues, her voice thick with emotion as she presses her forehead against mine. "Every breath, every heartbeat, every cell in my body exists just to love you."
Her pace quickens slightly, just enough to make my toes curl. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I strain upward, trying to get deeper inside her despite my restraints.
"I would burn the whole world down just to keep you safe," she says, her voice cracking with raw honesty. "Just to see you smile at me like you do."
She sits up again, her back arching as she takes me deeper. The sight of her above me, lost in pleasure but still focused entirely on me, nearly pushes me over the edge.
"You're so fucking perfect inside me," she moans, grinding down harder. "Like you were made just for this. Just for me."
Her hands slide up my chest, nails dragging lightly across my skin until she reaches my face. Her thumb traces my lower lip with reverence, like she's memorizing the shape of it.
"I worship every inch of you," she whispers, her eyes never leaving mine. "The way you feel, the way you taste, the way you look at me like I'm your whole world."
My heart hammers against my ribs, overwhelmed by her words and the sensation of her body gripping mine. "You are," I manage to gasp out. "You're everything to me."
Something wild and triumphant flashes in her eyes. She starts moving faster, harder, her body claiming mine with possessive determination.
"I'm close," she gasps, her rhythm becoming erratic. "I'm so fucking close, Danny."
Her eyes never leave mine as she leans down, capturing my lips in a kiss that's both tender and desperate.
"I love you," she breathes against my mouth, her voice breaking. "I love how you fill me, how you give yourself to me completely."
Another kiss, deeper this time, her tongue sliding against mine as her body tightens around my cock. I can feel her starting to pulse, the first waves of her orgasm gripping me.
"You're everything," she moans, her forehead pressed against mine. "Everything I've ever wanted, everything I'll ever need."
Her lips brush mine again, the contact feather-light as her breathing becomes more ragged. "Fuck… The way you trust me with your body, your heart..."
She kisses me hard, swallowing my groan as her pussy clenches around me in rhythmic waves. Her entire body shudders, but she keeps her eyes open, locked with mine as pleasure overtakes her.
Her hands slide from my face to my neck, fingers wrapping around my throat with surprising strength. The pressure builds gradually, not cutting off my air completely but restricting it enough that my vision narrows to just her face above me.
"Your life is completely in my hands, Danny," she whispers, her voice thick with power and possession. "You know that, don't you?"
I can only nod, unable to form words as her grip tightens enough to make my pulse thunder in my ears.
"You love me so much you'd let me do this," she continues, not a question but a statement of fact, her eyes wild and primal as they bore into mine. "Give yourself to me completely."
The pressure on my throat increases, and suddenly I'm cumming harder than I ever have in my life. My entire body convulses beneath her as I empty myself inside her, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through me while my lungs burn for air. I can't breathe, can't think, can't do anything but surrender as my consciousness starts to blur at the edges.
Through it all, Emily watches my face with savage intensity, her eyes reflecting something ancient and terrifying.
"I could kill you right now," she whispers, her voice reverent despite the violence of her words. "Just tighten my grip a little more and watch the light fade from your eyes."
My cock pulses one final time inside her, the lack of oxygen somehow intensifying each sensation until I'm certain I might actually die from pleasure.
"But I would never dare," she adds, her grip suddenly loosening.
Cool air rushes into my lungs as I gasp desperately, my body trembling with aftershocks. Before I can recover, Emily's mouth is on my neck, her tongue tracing a hot, wet path up to my jaw, across my chin, until finally reaching my lips. The kiss is gentle, a stark contrast to the violence of moments before.
"I love you," I rasp when she pulls away, my voice wrecked from both the choking and the intensity of my orgasm.
Emily shifts, lifting herself slightly. I watch in fascination as she slides her fingers between her legs, gathering our combined wetness. Her smile turns wicked as she brings those same fingers to her mouth, sucking them clean with deliberate, obscene pleasure.
"I love you too," she laughs, the sound light and almost musical against the heaviness of what just happened. Her expression shifts suddenly, vulnerability replacing the predatory gleam. "If anything ever happened to you, I'd kill myself, Danny. I couldn't live in a world without you in it."