Reasons
Summer heat settles over the Olympic Northwest.
The reason she's not the only one to seek the cool temperature of the water.
The sun is burning hot, she doesn't want to be this pale any more.
The reason she chose the dark purple bikini.
He hears her truck rumble toward the beach.
The reason he carefully stalked to the tree line.
He can't tear his eyes away from her bare stomach.
The reason he phased back.
She feels someone watching.
The reason she turns over on her stomach.
She's blinded not by the sun, but his smile.
The reason she launched herself off the towel.
His half-naked body glistens in the sun.
The reason she came to La Push in the first place.
He says her name as she runs to him.
The reason her body collided with his.
They can feel eyes on them watching their every move.
The reason they force themselves apart.
First Beach is crowded with tourists, her exposed flesh eating away at his control.
The reason he carried her into the woods.
Hot hands tugging her head back.
The reason their eyes met.
An overly heated mouth crashing into hers.
The reason her lip was busted and bruised.
Hands pulling down the top of her bikini, before a growl erupts from his throat, the top is ripped away.
The reason for the single thin bruise on the back of her neck.
Hot lips working across her cool flesh, kissing and sucking.
The reason for the deep purple marks on her skin.
Digits digging into soft flesh as he hoists her up.
The reason for the finger-shaped marks on her cheeks.
Ankles locked, pressing into his ass, holding on for dear life.
The reason her inner thighs were sore.
His hot body pressed up against her cool one, his weight pushing her into the rough bark of the tree.
The reason her back was covered in tiny holes and scratches.
Small fingers pressing into hard muscles.
The reason her hands were sore.
Long scratches down a russet back.
The reason her nails were bent back.
Relentless begging and pleading for more over and over.
The reason her cheeks were red.
Rolling, pinching, sucking and nibbling.
The reason her nipples were overly sensitive.
Hard flesh parts warm lips, a powerful thrust.
The reason she has a knot on the back of her head.
Sweat dripping down tight muscles, easing the friction between them.
The reason his scent still lingers.
Slapping skin as his thrusts grow wild.
The reason her thighs were still red and numb.
A wail and roar of pleasure filling the air.
The reason their voices were hoarse.
A hot breath fanning across her neck.
The reason she fell asleep in his arms.
A leather bracelet, a dangling wolf, the promise only he could make.
The reason she will always be his.