Chapter 5

By mid-afternoon, we found ourselves wandering away from the town, away from the hotel, exploring the quieter parts of the island. The path led us past vibrant green hills, the sound of the ocean always nearby. The sky was still bright, but I noticed a few more clouds drifting across it now, casting soft shadows on the ground.

But none of it mattered. All I could think about was Jack, his hand on my waist, the way he’d pull me close every few steps, kissing my neck, making me laugh and groan in the same breath.

We came across a small cove, hidden from view by tall rocks and thick greenery. The beach was secluded, empty, the perfect place to steal a moment away from everything and everyone.

Jack’s eyes met mine, that familiar heat burning in them as he glanced toward the cove. "You thinking what I’m thinking?"

I smiled, stepping closer to him, my hand slipping under his shirt. "I’m always thinking what you’re thinking."

He laughed softly, pulling me into him, his lips finding mine in a deep, slow kiss. His hands were everywhere, on my waist, slipping under the coverall, teasing the edge of my bikini, making my skin burn with need. I tugged at his shirt, pulling it off in one quick motion before my hands roamed over his chest, feeling the heat of his skin, the strength in his body.

We were lost in each other, in the fire that had been burning between us all day, and I knew that, here, in this quiet, secluded cove, nothing else mattered. It was just us, the ocean, and the unstoppable pull of our desire.

And I was ready to give in completely.

The secluded cove felt like our own private paradise. Tucked away from the world, surrounded by the whispering palms and the soft roar of the sea, it was just us. Jack’s hand slid under the loose tie of my coverall, his fingers tracing the lines of my waist, and I leaned into him, letting the warmth of his body pull me closer.

His lips found mine in a slow, deep kiss, the kind that made my toes curl in the sand. I sighed softly into his mouth, my hands exploring the familiar planes of his chest, fingers slipping under the waistband of his swim shorts. The sun had disappeared behind a few clouds, casting the cove in a cooler light, but neither of us noticed. Not with the heat still simmering between us, the tension that had been building all day now impossible to ignore.

Jack’s hands slipped my coverall off one shoulder, his lips trailing down the exposed skin, teasing, making my breath catch. My bikini barely covered me, and I could feel his growing desire, his body pressing harder against mine with each passing second. The wind had picked up slightly, the leaves rustling louder now, but we were too far gone to care.

I slid my hands up his chest, pushing his shirt over his head, revealing his broad shoulders and the muscles I knew so well. My mouth replaced my hands, kissing, tasting the salt on his skin, feeling the tremor of anticipation running through him. He groaned softly, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us.

“God, Katie” His voice was rough, thick with need as his hands found the tie of my bikini top, slowly pulling it loose.

I laughed softly, the sound filled with teasing and hunger. "You’ve been waiting for this all day, haven’t you?"

He didn’t even answer. His lips crashed into mine again, hungry, demanding, his hands roaming over every inch of exposed skin. I felt the warmth building low in my belly, my body aching for him, for the release I knew only he could give me.

We didn’t notice how the wind was picking up, how the gentle waves were now crashing a little harder against the shore. Jack was already tugging at my bikini bottom, his hands rough with need, his lips moving to my neck, biting, teasing, driving me wild.

The sky grew darker, the sun hidden completely behind the clouds now, but my world was narrowed down to the feel of his mouth on my skin, the way his hands gripped me, the way let out a little gasp every time I touched him. I felt alive, like my whole body was buzzing, electrified by his touch.

I tugged at his swim shorts, pushing them down, my hands finding him already hard, already ready. His breath caught, a deep groan escaping his lips as I replaced my hands with my mouth, my lips wrapping around the tip of his shaft, teasing him, tasting him, feeling the tension in his body as he struggled to keep control.

"Fuck, Katie" Jack’s hands gripped my hair, his voice thick, barely controlled. I could feel him trembling beneath me, could feel the power I had over him in this moment, and it made me want him even more.

But before he could lose himself completely, he pulled me up, his hands slipping under my thighs as he laid me down gently in the sand. His body pressed down on mine, hard, insistent, his lips claiming mine in a way that made me forget everything else. The wind, the waves, the darkening sky, it all faded as his mouth moved down my body, his hands exploring me with a familiar urgency that sent heat coursing through me.

I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, needing to feel all of him, needing more, always more. Jack’s mouth found mine again, and I lost myself in the taste of him, in the feel of him pressed against me, every inch of our bodies connected. I could feel him pressing against my slit, ready to slide inside my waiting sex. 

And then, just as his lips brushed my neck again, I felt it, a drop of rain, cool against my heated skin.

I laughed softly, running my fingers through his hair as I pulled him close, whispering into his ear. "Looks like I’m not the only one dripping wet."

Jack grinned against my neck, his breath warm and ragged. "Always with the jokes." He kissed me again, deeper this time, as he thrust forward entering me, ignoring the few drops of rain that had started to fall, focusing only on the way our bodies moved together, the way we fit, perfectly, every time.

But then, the rain came faster. Heavy drops, quick and insistent, turning into a downpour before we even had a chance to react. The sound of it hitting the sand, the leaves, the rocks around us was deafening, and the wind picked up sharply, whipping the rain into our faces.

Jack lifted his head, blinking against the sudden onslaught of rain, his brow furrowed as he looked up at the sky. "Shit," he muttered, his voice lost in the roar of the storm that had seemingly come out of nowhere.

I laughed again, louder this time, the absurdity of it all hitting me. "Oops," I said, though I could barely hear myself over the sound of the rain, the wind, the crashing waves.

The rain came down harder, soaking us both in seconds. The once calm sea was now wild, waves crashing violently against the shore, and the wind whipped through the trees with a force I hadn’t noticed before. Jack rolled off me, standing and offering me his hand, his hair plastered to his forehead, his chest glistening in the downpour.

"We need to go!" he shouted over the storm, though there was a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Even in the chaos, we couldn’t help but find the humour in it, in how lost we had been in each other, too distracted to notice the world around us shifting.

I pulled away slightly, blinking up at the sky. Dark clouds had gathered, thick and ominous, swallowing the sun completely. The wind picked up, suddenly fierce, sending sand and sea spray whipping around us. The playful mood we had shared seconds ago shifted. Fast.

“Katie, we need to go,” Jack said again, his voice urgent, cutting through the roar of the now raging wind. His grip tightened on my waist, and I saw the concern in his eyes.

I looked back at the beach, where our clothes and bags were still scattered on the sand, but before I could even move, a powerful gust of wind sent everything flying. My bikini top, Jack’s swim shorts, were caught in the wind and gone in an instant, vanishing into the storm as if they’d never existed.

“Shit!” Jack cursed, his hand slipping into mine as he pulled me toward the trees. The wind howled, and the waves that had been gentle and calm only minutes ago were now crashing violently against the shore, spraying us with cold saltwater. Panic surged through me, but Jack kept a firm grip on my hand, pulling me forward.

"We have to find shelter!" I shouted over the wind, my heart racing as the rain pelted down, cold and relentless, soaking us completely in seconds.

The storm felt like it had come out of nowhere, catching us completely off guard. We were naked, running through the rain, our bare feet slipping on the wet sand as we stumbled inland, away from the beach and toward the trees. 

I could feel the rain pelting against my skin, cold and sharp, but all I could think about was getting to safety. Jack’s hand was tight around mine, and we ran together, side by side, naked and exposed, the wind and rain driving us forward.

Through the thick downpour, I spotted it, a small, dilapidated shack nestled just beyond the trees. It was barely visible through the rain, but it was shelter, and that was all we needed. Without a word, we dashed for it, our bodies soaked, our hearts racing.

Chapter 6

We burst inside the shack, slamming the door behind us as the storm raged on outside. The wind howled, shaking the flimsy walls, and the rain hammered against the roof, but at least we were out of the worst of it.

For a moment, we just stood there, breathless, dripping wet, and very, very naked.

I leaned against the wall, my chest heaving as I caught my breath, wiping the rain from my face. Jack was beside me, just as drenched, his wet hair plastered to his forehead, his skin glistening with rain. We had made it, but we were soaked to the bone, every inch of us exposed.

"I think our clothes are halfway to another island by now," I said, laughing breathlessly as I wiped more water from my face. The absurdity of the situation hit me all at once, us, standing there naked in the middle of a storm, with nothing but a rickety shack for shelter.

Jack let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he leaned back against the door. "Guess we’ll have to rough it."

He took a step toward me, his eyes dark with something more than just amusement. Even through the chaos of the storm, even through the madness of running through the rain naked, the heat between us hadn’t faded. In fact, it felt even stronger now, raw and untamed, like the storm itself had sparked something wild between us.

His hands found my waist, pulling me into him, and the feel of his bare skin against mine sent a jolt of heat through me. I could still feel the rain dripping from my hair, but his body was warm, hard, grounding me in a way that made me forget about everything else.

"You’re driving me crazy, you know that?" Jack whispered, his lips brushing my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I smiled, my hands sliding up his chest, feeling the tension in his muscles. "I think that’s the point."

We were naked, soaked, and trapped in a storm, but none of that mattered now. The storm outside was wild, furious, but the storm inside me was even wilder. Jack’s lips crashed into mine, hard and hungry, his hands roaming over every inch of my body, driving me mad with need.

I pushed him back against the wall, my hands exploring him, feeling the heat of his skin under my fingers. His breath caught, and I smiled against his lips, knowing I had him right where I wanted him. We were lost in each other, in the raw, primal need that had taken over. The rain and wind pounded against the shack, but inside, it was just the two of us, tangled together in a mess of heat and desire.

Jack groaned as my hands slid lower, stroking round his hardening shaft, teasing him, he pulled me even closer. "Katie," he rasped, his voice thick with need, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

The storm raged on, but we were far beyond caring. My lips found his neck, kissing, biting, teasing him in a way that made his body tense under my touch. The wildness of the storm outside seemed to fuel the wildness between us, every movement becoming more frantic, more desperate.

Jack’s hands gripped my thighs, lifting me off the ground as he pressed me against the wall, his lips meeting mine with a raw intensity that made my head spin. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, feeling the heat of his body against mine, every inch of us connected. He slid inside me effortlessly, filling the space he had been moments before the storm hit, picking up where we had left off. 

We moved together, our bodies slick with rain and sweat, our movements matching the wild rhythm of the storm outside. Jack’s hands roamed my body, his touch driving me to the edge, making my breath come in short, desperate gasps. I could feel the rough wood of the wall digging into my back, but it only heightened the pleasure, making everything sharper, more intense.

"Jack," I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he thrust into me, hard and fast, the intensity of it all pushing me over the edge.

The rainwater trickled down from the leaking roof, splashing against our skin, mixing with the sweat and heat between us. It was as if the storm had become part of us, the wildness of it fueling every movement, every touch, every breath. Jack’s hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he thrust into me, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

Jack pushed me harder against the wall, his hands sliding beneath my thighs, lifting me higher as he thrust deeper. My legs tightened around him, pulling him closer, deeper, needing more. The raw, untamed force of his movements matched the chaos outside. We were wild, lost, and utterly consumed by each other.

I gasped, my breath catching in my throat as the pleasure surged through me, building and building until it felt like I would break. Jack’s breath was hot against my neck, his hands digging into my hips, holding me in place as he moved inside me, faster, harder, relentless. Every touch, every movement was pure electricity, sending sparks through my body, igniting every nerve.

"Katie.” His voice was strained, hoarse, as he groaned against my ear, his grip tightening.

The storm roared, the rain coming down harder now, water dripping onto our skin, soaking into the dirt floor. The wind slipped through every crack in the walls, cold against our heated bodies, but none of it mattered. The storm only made everything sharper, more intense. We were raw, exposed, and completely lost in each other.

My hands tangled in his hair, pulling his head back so I could look into his eyes, dark with desire, wild with need. The sight of him like this, untamed, unrestrained, sent a new wave of heat crashing through me. I kissed him again, deep and hard, letting him know I wanted more, needed more.

With a sudden, wild burst of energy, I pushed back against him, forcing him off balance. He stumbled, surprised, but I caught him, pushing him down onto the floor. The rain-soaked dirt squelched beneath us, cold and rough, but I didn’t care. I straddled him, my hands on his chest, pinning him down as I took control.

Jack looked up at me, his eyes wide with surprise, but the smile that spread across his face was pure, primal desire. “God, you’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

I didn’t give him time to catch his breath. I lowered myself onto him, slowly at first, teasing, watching as his breath caught, his hands flying to my hips, gripping me hard. The control was mine now, and I was going to make him feel everything. The storm raged around us, but it was nothing compared to the storm between us.

I moved, slow at first, grinding against him, feeling the tension coil tighter in my belly with every movement. Jack groaned beneath me, his hands guiding my hips, urging me on, but I held back, teasing him, making him wait. The rain dripped down from the ceiling, landing on our skin, mixing with the sweat that glistened on our bodies.

“Fuck, Katie” Jack’s voice was rough, barely controlled, his body trembling beneath mine.

I leaned forward, my lips brushing his ear. “You’re not in charge anymore,” I whispered, my voice low, teasing, full of the wildness that had taken over me.

He groaned, his grip tightening on my hips as I started to move faster, harder, riding him with everything I had. The pleasure surged through me, wild and untamed, matching the chaos of the storm outside. Jack’s hands roamed over my body, his fingers digging into my skin, leaving marks that would remind me of this moment for days to come.

We moved together, frantic, desperate, the need for each other consuming everything. The storm raged on, the rain pounding against the roof, the wind howling through the cracks, but inside, it was just us, tangled together in a frenzy of passion and desire. The world outside had fallen away, and all that mattered was the fire burning between us, growing hotter, wilder with every thrust, every gasp.

I could feel the tension building inside me, tighter and tighter, until I thought I might break. Jack’s hands gripped my hips, guiding me, matching my movements, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts. I threw my head back, my body trembling as the pleasure surged through me, threatening to pull me under.

And then, with a sharp cry, I let go. My eyes squeezed shut, my teeth clenched together as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, crashing into the shore of my senses. I cried out his name, arching my back and clutching at his shoulders.

The release was explosive, ripping through me like the wind tearing through the shack, leaving me breathless, shaking, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. 

The storm outside raged on, but inside the shack, everything felt still for a moment. I lay breathless on Jack’s chest, my body trembling, the aftershocks of my release still pulsing through me. The wildness of the storm had infected us, made every touch between us more frantic, more desperate. I felt the rain dripping through the ceiling, cooling our heated skin, the wind howling like a beast outside, shaking the walls.

Chapter 7

As I caught my breath, I realised Jack wasn’t finished. His body still thrummed with energy, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his grip on my waist tightening again, as though he was holding something back, something wild.

Before I could say anything, Jack shifted beneath me. With a growl, he flipped me over in one swift movement, my back hitting the wet dirt floor of the shack, and suddenly, his hands were on me again, rougher, more urgent than before. My heart raced as I looked up at him, his eyes dark and hungry, his breath coming in ragged bursts.

"Jack," I gasped, my voice half a plea, half a challenge.

His lips twisted into a grin, one filled with raw, untamed need. He was still raring to go, and the wild energy of the storm outside had pushed him to a place of wild abandon. He grabbed my hips, pulling me up onto my knees, positioning me in front of him. I braced myself against the wall, feeling the rough wood beneath my palms, the storm still pounding outside, the wind slipping through the cracks in the shack.

Jack’s hands gripped my waist firmly, his fingers digging into my skin as he pulled me back toward him. I could feel the heat radiating from him, the intensity of his desire, as he positioned himself behind me.

He entered me, hard and fast, I was wet and waiting for him, his body pressing into mine with a wild lust I had never seen from him before. I let out a loud gasp, my head falling forward as the pleasure hit me like a wave, raw and overwhelming. Jack groaned, low and deep, his hands tightening on my hips as he began to move, each thrust harder, more desperate than the last.

The storm had infected him, no, us, with something untamed, something primal. The way he moved inside me was frantic, uncontrolled, his body driven by pure, raw need. And I loved it. I loved how he had let loose, how he wasn’t holding back anymore. Every movement was full of hunger, of wild desire, and it only made me want him more.

"God, Katie," Jack groaned, his voice thick with lust as he thrust into me with relentless force. "You feel so good."

I moaned in response, pushing back against him, matching his rhythm, loving the way he was taking control, the way he was letting go of all restraint. The roughness of it, the wild energy between us, only fueled my own desire. I arched my back, my hands gripping the wall as I pressed harder against him, feeling the power of each thrust, the intensity of it all building inside me again.

The rain continued to pour through the cracks in the roof, cold droplets landing on my back, mixing with the heat of our bodies, but I barely noticed. The storm outside was nothing compared to the storm between us, the chaos of the weather reflected in the wildness of our movements. Jack’s hands gripped my hips tighter, his fingers digging into my skin as he pushed deeper, faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Harder,” I moaned, my voice breathless but filled with the same raw energy. I wanted more. I needed more.

Jack growled in response, his grip on my waist tightening even further as he drove into me with a new intensity, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. The power of it was overwhelming, consuming me. Every inch of him filled me completely, every movement driving me closer and closer to the edge once again.

I let out a cry, the sound lost in the roar of the wind and the rain as I pushed back against him, the pleasure building inside me like a fire, growing hotter with each passing second. Jack’s hands roamed over my back, his touch rough, possessive, as though he wanted to claim every part of me.

We were wild, untamed, lost in the storm together, and I could feel the release building inside me again, threatening to pull me under. Jack’s breath was hot against my back, his groans low and rough as he lost himself in the rhythm, his body moving with a desperate urgency that drove me mad.

“Katie fuck,” he gasped, his voice thick, strained, as he moved faster, harder, the storm outside seeming to rage in time with our bodies. The shack creaked and groaned under the force of the wind, but it was nothing compared to the force of Jack’s movements, the way he took control, relentless and unrestrained.

I felt the tension coil tighter in my belly, the fire inside me burning hotter, and I knew I was close. So close. My body trembled, every nerve on fire as I let go, surrendering to the wildness between us. With one final thrust, I shattered, the release ripping through me like lightning, leaving me breathless, trembling, as I cried out Jack’s name, my voice barely audible over the storm.

Jack followed seconds later, groaning my name as his body tensed, shuddering as he reached his own release. His hands gripped my hips tightly, holding me in place as his body trembled with the force of his pleasure. I could feel him pulsing inside me. For a moment, the world around us seemed to fall away, leaving only the wild, untamed connection between us, raw and beautiful.

Chapter 8

We collapsed onto the floor, tangled together, our breathing ragged, our bodies trembling with exhaustion. The storm still raged outside, the rain pounding against the roof, the wind howling through the cracks. The wildness between us had finally settled, the fire of our lust burning low, but still smouldering.

Jack lay beside me, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, his arm draped over my waist. His fingers traced lazy circles on my skin, his touch gentle now, soft, as though we had come full circle from the wildness that had overtaken us.

I turned my head to look at him, smiling through the exhaustion. “It’s never been like that before,” I said, my voice hoarse, but full of satisfaction.

Jack laughed softly, his hand slipping down to squeeze my waist. “It was like I couldn’t help myself”

I grinned, pressing a kiss to his shoulder as the rain dripped through the roof, cooling our overheated bodies. “Next time, don’t wait for a storm.”

He laughed again, his breath warm against my skin as he kissed the back of my neck. “I promise”

And as the storm continued to rage outside, we lay together, wrapped in the aftermath of our wild, untamed night, knowing that we had just discovered something new, something raw, something we would never forget.

The storm outside continued to rage, the wind howling as the rain pelted against the roof of the shack, but inside, there was a strange peace. The wildness between Jack and me had settled into something softer, something quieter. We lay tangled together on the floor, spooning for warmth as the cold rain water dripped through the cracks in the roof, splashing on the floor filling the small room with the sound of drips and splashes.

Jack’s arm was wrapped around my waist, his body pressed tightly against mine. I could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back, his breath warm against the nape of my neck. The storm outside was relentless, but here, wrapped in his arms, everything felt safe, like the world had narrowed down to just the two of us. Our bodies were slick with rain and sweat, but the exhaustion had left me in that blissful state of post-passion contentment. Every inch of me hummed with satisfaction.

Time blurred as the rain continued to fall. It must have been an hour, maybe more, but I didn’t care. I could’ve stayed like that forever, Jack’s strong arms around me, his body pressed against mine, the soft lull of his breathing keeping me grounded as the storm swirled outside.

But then I felt it. A familiar sensation stirring against the back of my thigh.

I smiled to myself, feeling his body shift slightly behind me, his breath catching as he pressed closer. Jack’s body was responding again, stirring with need, and I could feel him getting hard against me, his arousal unmistakable. My skin tingled with anticipation, and my pulse quickened, even though I had barely moved.

I could feel the slow burn of desire reigniting between us, as though the storm outside wasn’t quite finished with the wildness we’d unleashed in each other. I shifted slightly, pressing my hips back against him, teasing him, and Jack groaned softly, his hand tightening around my waist.

"Again?" I teased, my voice soft, low, as I turned my head just enough to catch his dark eyes, filled with that same hunger that never seemed to fade.

Jack’s lips brushed against my neck, sending a shiver through me. "You know I can’t help myself when it comes to you," he murmured, his voice rough, thick with the desire that had clearly taken hold of him again.

I grinned, arching my back just enough to press into him further. His hand slipped lower, tracing the curve of my hip, his fingers brushing lightly over my skin, teasing. I let out a soft sigh, the anticipation building as I felt him hardening more, pressing against me. It was like neither of us could ever get enough, like our bodies had been made for each other, always craving more, always wanting more.

Jack’s breath was hot against my ear, his hand slipping between my legs, and I gasped softly, biting my lip as he teased me, his fingers slow and deliberate. My body responded immediately, every nerve lighting up again as though we hadn’t just spent the last few hours tangled together in the heat of the storm.

"You're insatiable," I whispered, though my own body betrayed me, shifting into him, silently asking for more.

He chuckled softly, his lips brushing the back of my neck as his fingers continued to explore, driving me wild with the same familiar, desperate need. "I could say the same about you."

Without warning, Jack shifted, rolling me onto my back as he hovered over me, his eyes dark and filled with the raw desire that I knew so well. The storm still roared outside, the wind rattling the shack, but it felt distant now, like the only storm that mattered was the one between us.

He kissed me hard, his lips demanding, his hands sliding down my body as I arched up to meet him, my body already aching for him again. It didn’t matter how many times we had done this, it always felt new, always felt like we were discovering each other all over again.

I pulled him down to me, my hands tangling in his hair as I kissed him back with just as much hunger. I could feel him pressing against me, hard and ready, and it sent a rush of heat through me, making my breath catch.

Jack pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his grin slow, wicked. "You ready for round two?"

I laughed softly, my body trembling with anticipation. "Always."

And with that, he entered me again, firm and slow, filling me completely in one fluid movement. I gasped, my hands gripping his back as he began to move, the sensation overwhelming, as though every touch, every thrust, was designed to drive me mad with need.

Jack’s hands roamed over my body, his touch firmer this time, more deliberate. The storm outside was a distant memory now, it was just us, tangled together, lost in the wildness that never seemed to fade between us. His body moved against mine with the same intensity, the same urgency that had marked our earlier passion, and I knew we wouldn’t stop until we had completely consumed each other again.

I moaned, arching into him, my body trembling as the pleasure built inside me once more, faster this time, more intense. Jack groaned softly, his hands gripping my hips as he moved harder, faster, his breath coming in ragged bursts.

I cried out as the pleasure surged through me, my body burning with the intensity of it all. It was too much, too overwhelming, but I didn’t care. I wanted more. I always wanted more with Jack.

Our bodies locked together, skin slick with sweat and desire. His hips moved rhythmically against mine, his cock sliding in and out of my heat, every stroke sending waves of pleasure rippling through me. My legs wrapped around him, holding him close as he pounded into me, driving us both wild.

I could feel the building tension within me, a pulsing need that threatened to explode at any moment. His hands were everywhere, roaming over my body, teasing my nipples and tracing lines down my body, my arms, my legs. Each touch sent shivers of pleasure coursing through me, making it harder to focus on anything else but the incredible sensation of his skin against mine.

And then he hit his stride, matching my pace as though we were dancing together, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. The sound of our flesh slapping against each other echoed through the room, filling the air with a symphony of passion and lust.

We moved together like an inferno, our bodies burning hotter with every second that passed. I could feel his breath on my neck, heard him groaning my name as though it were a prayer. The world around us faded away, replaced by the overwhelming desire coursing through both of us.

This was what we had been meant for, this wild, untamed love that consumed everything in its path. As our bodies moved together, it felt like we were melting into each other, becoming one single entity. There was no space between us, no barrier too great to overcome. We were bound together by an intensity that was both beautiful and terrifying, a testament to the power of passion when unleashed.

We moved together, our bodies slick with sweat, the wildness between us untamed, unstoppable. Every touch, every movement was electric, and I could feel the tension coiling tight inside me again, ready to snap.

And then, just as the storm outside seemed to reach a fever pitch, I let go, the release hitting me like a wave, leaving me breathless and trembling in Jack’s arms. My walls clenched around him, desperate for more of this intense sensation, and I let out a loud cry as the pleasure built up within me. Jack felt it too, his body shuddering against mine as he reached his climax, his seed pumping into me with each powerful thrust.

Our bodies shook together, sweat pouring down our faces as we moved together in sync, lost in a world where nothing else existed but this moment of pure bliss

He groaned my name, his body tensing, shuddering as he followed me over the edge.

For a long moment, we stayed like that, tangled together, our breathing ragged, our bodies spent. The rain still dripped from the roof, landing on our heated skin, but neither of us cared. All that mattered was the fire still burning between us, slow and steady now, but always there.

Jack finally collapsed beside me, pulling me close as the storm outside began to quiet. He kissed my shoulder, his breath warm against my skin as he whispered, "I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you."

I smiled, closing my eyes as I nestled into his arms. "Good. Because I’m not done with you yet."

And as the rain continued to fall, the storm now just a soft hum in the background, I knew that this wild, untamed night was only the beginning.

Chapter 9

An hour later, maybe less, I felt it again. Jack’s hands wandered, his breathing slowing as his body pressed closer to mine. I smiled in the dark, knowing that this was far from over.

The night continued like that, every half hour, every hour, our bodies finding each other again, unable to resist the pull. It was like the storm had seeped into our bones, making it impossible to stop, impossible to rest. The shack groaned with the force of the wind, the rain never letting up, and the dirt floor beneath us was soaked through, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was him, his body moving with mine, over and over again, as though we were locked in a cycle of passion and wild, untamed need.

Each time was more intense than the last. Jack’s hands became rougher, more demanding, and I found myself pushing him, challenging him, loving how he let go of any restraint. We tried new things, gave into desires that had been hidden just beneath the surface, the storm outside giving us permission to be reckless, free.

The storm never stopped, and neither did we.

By the time the sky outside began to lighten, the storm finally showing signs of fading, we were a mess of tangled limbs, our bodies exhausted, our minds hazy from the constant pleasure. The shack was soaked, the dirt floor nothing more than a muddy mess beneath us, but it didn’t matter. We had given into the storm completely, and it had left us both raw, wild, and utterly spent.

Jack lay beside me, his arm draped over my waist as we finally caught our breath. I could still feel the storm lingering between us, the fire that had burned all night still flickering softly, though I knew that for now, at least, we had reached the end of this perfect storm.

"I don’t think we’ll ever top that," I murmured, my voice hoarse, a soft smile playing on my lips.

Jack chuckled, his breath warm against my skin. "We’ll find a way," he whispered, his voice full of that familiar, teasing promise.

And as the storm finally began to drift away, leaving us in the quiet aftermath of the night, I knew that with Jack, there was always more. Always.

The morning light broke through the thick clouds as the storm finally receded, leaving the island quiet, drenched, and wrecked by the night’s chaos. Jack and I lay tangled together on the muddy floor of the shack, completely spent, our bodies aching from the non-stop passion that had consumed us through the night. The storm outside might have finally passed, but the storm between us had raged on, relentless.

I was exhausted, my muscles trembling with fatigue, but there was something peaceful about the quiet that settled over us. But, the reality of our situation started to settle in. We were both covered in mud from the wet dirt floor, our hair a tangled mess from the wind and rain, and there were traces of last night’s passion still on my skin. A lot of traces.

I let out a small laugh, groaning as I tried to sit up. “We look a mess,” I said, my voice hoarse from a combination of exhaustion and the hours of moaning Jack's name.

Jack chuckled softly behind me, his hand running lazily down my spine. “Worth it,” he muttered, his voice rough, tired, but full of satisfaction.

I couldn’t argue with that. The night had been wild, untamed, something neither of us would ever forget. But now, in the aftermath of the storm, we had to face the world again, and we were still naked, caked in mud, and covered in evidence of the night’s indulgence.

I stood up slowly, my body protesting with every movement, and glanced out of the shack. The storm was over and the Island would be waking up. Jack and I needed to get back to the hotel, but walking through town like this.

“We can’t exactly walk back like this,” I said, looking down at myself. My skin was streaked with dirt, my hair a complete mess, and there was no hiding the evidence of what Jack and I had spent the night doing.

Jack stood, shaking some of the mud off his legs. He was just as much of a mess as I was, but the way his eyes lingered on me, dark and hungry, made me feel a thrill despite the exhaustion. “The sea’s not far. We can wash off there.”

He wasn’t wrong. The storm had passed, and the beach wasn’t far from where we had taken shelter. I nodded, and we made our way out of the shack.

The air was fresh, the aftermath of the storm bringing a coolness to the tropical island that made my skin tingle. We moved quietly, slipping through the trees until the beach came into view. It was deserted, the sand still wet from the heavy rain, the waves calmer now lapping gently against the shore.

Without a word, Jack and I waded into the water, the cool sea washing over our tired bodies, cleansing us of the mud, the sweat, and everything else. The saltwater stung a little, but it was refreshing, invigorating even. I dipped my head beneath the surface, letting the water wash away the dirt and mess from my hair. When I emerged, I saw Jack watching me, his eyes still filled with that familiar hunger. Even now, after everything, he couldn’t keep his eyes off me.

We cleaned ourselves off as best as we could, but as we stood in the shallow water, the reality hit us, we still had nothing to wear. I glanced around the beach, hoping for some kind of miracle, and then I spotted it: an old bag, half-buried in the sand, likely washed ashore by the storm.

“Jack, look,” I said, pointing to the bag. We waded back onto the beach, both of us dripping wet, and Jack picked up the bag, shaking out the sand. It was torn, but it was better than nothing. We found a few other scraps of fabric nearby, likely from other things the storm had blown around the island, and pieced together what we could. It wasn’t much, Jack wrapped a length of fabric around his waist, while I used a scrap to cover myself as best as I could. It was far from ideal, but at least we weren’t completely naked anymore.

The walk back to the hotel took longer than I expected. Every step reminded me of how exhausted I was, but there was something amusing about it too, Jack and I, half-naked, dirty, and tired, trudging back through the island as the locals began to emerge from their homes. I caught a few glances from people, but most were too busy dealing with their own aftermath to pay us much attention.

When we finally reached the hotel, I could’ve collapsed right there in the entrance, but instead, we made our way to our hut, my mind focused only on one thing: the shower.

I headed straight for it, peeling off the scrap of fabric I’d found, and stepped into the open shower. The water poured over me, hot and soothing, and I closed my eyes, letting it wash away the rest of the night, the mud, the salt, the exhaustion.

I wasn’t surprised when I felt Jack’s presence behind me. He slipped into the shower without a word, his hands already sliding over my wet skin, his touch gentle but still charged with that same intensity I’d felt all night. Even after everything, he couldn’t keep his hands off me.

“You should be exhausted,” I teased, leaning back against him, letting his hands roam my body as the water cascaded down on us.

“I am,” he murmured against my neck, his lips brushing my skin. “But not enough to stop wanting you.”

His hands slid down my sides, tracing the curves of my hips, and I could feel him hardening again, pressing against me. I let out a soft moan, the heat between us reigniting despite the fact that we had spent the entire night indulging in each other. There was something about this moment, the warm water, the feeling of Jack’s hands on me, the wildness that still lingered from the storm, that made it impossible to resist him.

Jack’s hands moved lower, teasing me, and I gasped, pressing back against him as his fingers found their way between my legs. His touch was slow, deliberate, sending jolts of pleasure through me as I leaned forward, bracing myself against the wall of the shower.

"Jack,” I moaned, my voice breathless, as his fingers worked their magic, his lips trailing down my neck, leaving a burning trail in their wake.

He moved behind me, I leaned forward, holding myself up with my hands against the side of the shower and thrusting my ass out towards him. His hands gripping my hips, and in one smooth motion, he entered me, hard and deep. I gasped, my hands gripping the wall as he thrust into me, his movements slow but filled with that same wild abandon that had consumed us all night. The water poured down on us, but all I could feel was him, filling me completely, driving me to the edge once again.

We moved together, our bodies slick with water, the heat between us building faster this time. Jack’s hands gripped me tightly, pulling me back against him with each thrust, his breath hot against my neck. My heart raced, the exhaustion from the night melting away as the pleasure surged through me.

“You drive me crazy,” Jack growled, his voice thick with lust as he thrust deeper, harder, pushing me to the edge.

I moaned, my body trembling as I felt the pleasure building, fast and furious. “I love it,” I gasped, my voice breathless, knowing that even after everything, I couldn’t get enough of him either.

Jack’s movements quickened, his hands tightening on my hips as we moved in perfect rhythm, the water cascading over us, adding to the intensity of it all. My body trembled as the release built inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until I couldn’t hold back any longer.

With a loud cry, I came undone, my body shuddering as the pleasure crashed over me like a wave. Jack followed moments later, groaning my name as his grip on me tightened, his body tensing as he reached his own release.

We collapsed against each other, the water still pouring over us, our bodies spent but satisfied. Jack kissed my shoulder softly, his breath warm against my skin, and I smiled, feeling the exhaustion settle over me again.

“Still not done with me?” I teased, turning to look at him, my eyes heavy with sleep but full of contentment.

Jack chuckled softly, pulling me close. “I’ll never be done with you.”

And as we stood there, wrapped in each other, the shower washing away the last remnants of the night’s wild passion, I knew that he was right. This storm, this night, this love, there was no end to it. We were only just beginning.

As we finally stepped out of the shower, clean and utterly exhausted, I couldn’t help but smile to myself. This night, this wild, untamed, stormy night, had been nothing short of perfection. The storm had been relentless, but it had brought with it something else, something raw and fierce that had unleashed a new side of us both. We hadn’t just weathered it, we had embraced it, letting the chaos fuel our connection, our passion, our desire. It had been the perfect storm in every way.

I glanced at Jack as he towel-dried his hair, that familiar mischievous grin still playing on his lips. He was incredible, insatiable, wild, and tender all at once. No matter how many times we gave into each other, it was like we could never get enough. I marvelled at how lucky I was, how after everything, the years of friendship, the heartbreak I’d been through before, fate had led me to him, to this man who not only loved me with such intensity but who shared a passion that consumed us both.

Jack caught my gaze, his grin softening into something more intimate. He walked over, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close. "What’s that look for?" he asked, his voice soft but still playful.

I smiled, resting my head against his chest, my heart swelling with contentment. "Just thinking how lucky I am to have you," I murmured. "This has been the perfect honeymoon. I couldn’t have asked for anything more."

Jack kissed the top of my head, holding me tighter. "I’m the lucky one, Katie. And it’s only the beginning."

As I stood there in his arms, the echoes of the storm outside fading into a distant memory, I knew that he was right. This night, this storm, this honeymoon, it had been the start of something incredible. And as long as I had Jack by my side, there was no doubt in my mind that our life together would always be filled with the same passion, the same fire, the same untamed love that had burned between us through the storm. I couldn’t wait to see where it would take us next.