Chapter ten:

Even if the rain subsided now, even if the sea turned into a tsunami, it wouldn't deter them from their own world. A world which they had created entirely for the two of them. Feeling Rose nudge herself downwards against his erection caused Jack to pull away before he almost spilled himself there across her stomach. It wasn't the fact that he hadn't taken a woman since her, in the back seat of that damned car, but the fact that he had never anticipated that this could ever be possible. It had been like looking at a view through a broken window, and now he was close enough to lie and listen to her heartbeat. To know she was affected by he, just as he was her. Their own little reverie was beyond possible. He was incoherent to anything else. He was unsure of how to touch her, but yet he knew just what to do. The conflictions of an eternity were startling.

Glancing to the sky, it was black. Horrid. Bleak. The angry waves washed about their body but it wasn't cold enough to stop their need for the other. The cold ocean had once been the single factor which had torn them apart. Ripped them both at the seams. Left them unable to repair the unravelled heart ache which the sinking of the great Titanic had caused. Now, they frolicked in the sea; their bodies open to it. The water lapping against their skins. Perhaps, in a way, it was healing their souls by facing every single fear which they had managed to collect over ten years and abolish them entirely.

Jack's eyes, beneath the deeply blackened horizon was glimmering with sensuality and his lips moved across her cheek causing flares of fire to spiral throughout her entire nervous system as though she had been hurled upside down.

Jack took a deep breath, moving upright and suddenly, he was enveloped. Rose's brow crinkled with pain, and nails dug upon his arms. He became still, waiting for her to respond to been inside her what felt like an age. To feel her, completely again after so long brought tears to his eyes, stinging as his lower lids cradled the watery ring but he blinked them away as they blended down his cheeks with the rain upon his face.

''Rose?'' His voice was choked, breathy and as though waiting there was another type of torture.

Rose's response was her teeth, digging into his lower lip just gentle enough to enable him to continue. Jack pushed again, gaining more entry this time, slower and deeper. The tightness clenched him, keeping the pace slow at first, getting the feel of her body, as he allowed her to do the same. How was it that something which had transpired once so very long ago felt as natural as breathing and as right as it had at this moment in time.

There was a small hesitance about the way in which he moved. Whether it was the length of time, the full force of emotion or complete terror of loving her how he actually wanted to, neither would know.

He kissed her face, her brows, her cheekbones and down to her neck as he cherished everything about her. As her hair clung to her shoulders, Rose flicked it away, to allow him better access to her collarbone. Her weight in his arms, mixing with the need to feel her entirely properly, caused his legs to buckle beneath him and they fell into a tangled heap upon the soft sands with the cold waves washing about their bodies. Her head fell backwards, burying into the sand, it almost felt like a pillow beneath her head, cushioning the embrace and allowing him deeper access to her most sensitive spot. Her hands moved down his back, feeling the odd scar there with her fingers but it was without a second thought. His skin, bare and warm against her own, and the contrast of the freezing water was causing her breathing to grow shallow. Her hair was covered in the flakes of sand, his hands fisted in the strands and as he was suddenly above her, with her long, lean legs wrapped about his waist in a way which she had never had, caused him to wish to soar. In a single second, Rose was pinned beneath that gaze which had filled her entire universe for so long. Her lips wished to quiver in response to him, just the way her body did. She treasured him, the way he responded to her in the same lustful manner.

His life had been littered with very few blessings but this moment would be one which he would take with him for the rest of his life. He would protect her, guard her and ensure she was never hurt by another. The overwhelming warmth which she had once ignited upon their first meeting in his stomach seemed to be spewing out of his body all over, the moment so intense he could almost cry himself. Aside from his parents, he had never been loved. He had rarely felt it, but at this moment, he had never been surer of anything in his thirty years of living.

''I can feel everything.''

Jack didn't just mean physically but everything which had led to this very second seemed to startle him, all packed into one beautiful moment in which she was in his arms, loving him in return.

''I want to feel it.'' Rose almost wanted to sob right there, into his shoulder. ''I can feel it.''

Jack slowed his pace, aware that he was starting to tremble, feeling something of a build-up already. The utter intensity was almost a dire shock to his system. Their bodies stuck to the other, her breasts rubbing against his own chest and Jack moved upwards to take a look at her beneath the dim light of night, beneath the roaring thunder which claimed the sky. She glowed pale, with goosebumps painting her body. His lips came down to her, this time across her nipple and he played, taking it within his mouth to explore it in a way that he never deemed the chance to before. She writhed beneath his touch, beneath his tongue and knowing that he was still, even now, the only man to have her this way was enough for him to now die happily.

''Yes.''

Tilting her hips upwards at an angle, Jack felt his breathing grow shallow as Rose moved. The tingle started there, moving down his entire body. As she started squirming, he steadily built up the pace, and before too long, he was slamming into her body with feverish passion causing the waves about them to splash even more than the wind had sent the water crashing against them before. Her legs locked around his back, drawing him in, and she matched each of his thrusts with her own. Their senses were clouded by only each other. Hands explored and tongues touched as they built up the passion. Rose opened her eyes, looking up into Jack's intent and feverish face. She brought her arms up, wrapping him tightly into her arms as he continued to love her hard. She rubbed her arms up and down his back, as she felt his hands on her breast and stomach. He showered her face with such frenzied kisses that she struggled to breathe. The fire in her stomach seemed to take over her entire body and then sparkle with a million butterflies.

After everything; the dangers, the loss that both had endured, it was hard to remember just how she had enticed him so with her intoxicating innocence, the magnificent fire which only burned brightly for him and the beautiful way of which she was but now, the innocence was gone. He had stolen that away the second she had given her virginity to him. He was ensnared, gripped tight by her lithe thighs and depths, her fingers kneading and drifting across his back.

Lost in her embrace, he arched his spine upward and kissed a fiery trail down her throat to her breasts. He licked and savoured the pale skin, stroking the sides with his hands, cupping their weight as they become heavy and taut. He bit her there, slowly. Marking her. As he would mark her everywhere. Only when she begged did his mouth open and engulf her completely again. He suckled her with slow, deep, rhythmic pulls of his tongue and lips, shuddering as the sensation travelled through her body to milk him. He could come like this, just from the measured clench and release of her. How was a man ever supposed to stop making love when this was how it felt? Heaven didn't exist anymore; there was only the two of them. Two souls completely entwined.

"Jack!" she whispered; with every ounce of her breath, she was capable of finding. This was the moment that ten years before her hands had flown up, to find something to grasp and wound up smashing her palm harshly against the rear window of a Renault, smearing the moisture there. Now, though, it was as though she was been broken apart into a thousand pieces and then thrown back together again. The way he moved within her, stretching and completely marking her as his for eternity was everything which she wanted and more. The build-up continued, as though she was climbing higher and higher...

Waves continued to lash upon them, and everything about them was forgotten. Pinned beneath the heat induced gaze of a man, who any woman could only dream of, Rose panted to catch her breath, to catch her soul which was been stolen from her very body-

Jack's shoulders began to spasm, as he clung onto her for dear life and buried his face into the crook of her neck and shoulder. Her orgasm was upon her, as he felt the tightness, working him as she went and then with the cry which escaped her, Jack knew that she was finally there. He had claimed the first orgasm which Rose had ever experienced. Now, he would claim every single one for the rest of his life. The feeling of her, rocking and twisting beneath him whilst he shattered her into a million pieces was more than enough for him to take and so he locked tightly to her body, emptying himself as his own orgasm hit him stronger; one of pure intensity and draining the life drain from him. He rocked with her, the severity of the vigour causing him to spasm continuously. Feeling, emotion, need—they both worked together to take it to a level of sensation they had never experienced before. His heart aching, he gasped her name as he poured himself into her, wishing desperately for it to be enough, but knowing it would never be.

They held each other like that for a few seconds, gaining their bearings, the comedown from their pleasure and the pure awe of how they could make the other feel. Their bodies shook violently, with neither fully comprehending the life changing event which had just happened to both of them. It wasn't just the complete entwinement of their bodies, their souls and their lives which had caused them to lose their wits right there in the middle of the ocean but the fact that it felt as though the earth had moved, tilted on its axis and now, was still struggling to find a stillness to ensure they could both then stand to gain their own stance. His heartbeat above hers pounded just like her own did. The feel of him still within her, still as solid as he had been from the first sent flashes of yearning through her once more. It wasn't just to be joined as one, but a blending of souls, a healer of wounds. Them, together, as one again, gave the empowerment which she had longed for these lost and lonely years. They say that a woman can be independent and dominate her own life, and whilst Rose had, there had always been that missing link in Jack. As soon as they had met eyes that very second, souls had entwined and memories were created. It had just become darker, gruelling and rapidly downward spiralling without his presence within her life. How could a man be a brief presence in one's life and still leave an imprint as effective as he had done? It was unknown, and yet he had.

As Jack's breathing seemed to return to the norm, he untangled himself from Rose's embrace, leaving both of them cold. He rose above her, his arms on either side of her shoulders, and Rose stared up at her love, attempting to gauge his mood. His handsome face was so austere, his eyes searching hers. And she quivered, almost afraid to move for they both know how cold it was with other the other. It was freezing, with the water surrounding them. The rain had stopped lashing, now turning to a quiet drizzle. And the storm, neither had even noticed...

''I love you.''

She blinked through her watery eyes. His voice was soft, full of such passion she could have shed tears right then.

He was hers. She was his.

''I never stopped loving you.''

''Never,'' she kissed his chin, his stubble, his neck...

''If you keep doing that then I will be unable to stop myself.''

Rose's lips felt bruised. Her body ached. Water saturated their entire bodies. Sand was literally everywhere. None of that mattered. Sagging, as he withdrew himself slightly, but then as she felt the stretching and the slight sting pull at her, he was inserting again; the weight of him falling upon her once more was welcomed and then he withdrew once more.

''Jack-''

She was empty without him. There was the absolute need to pull Jack to her, to consummate their—whatever this was, over and over again. In the space of mere hours, she had become a new woman. As her eyes reached his, she noted how his entire body had succumbed to the tremors which he had shuddered during their climax, and it continued to claim him now.

''You're still trembling.''

''I know.''

With his face buried within her breast, he closed his eyes, taking in the scent of her mixed with his own. The smell of the sea, the air about them. It was all combined in one strong intoxicating wave.

''When I held you, in the car, before they came looking for us, that was the exact moment when I realised that I was in love with you.'' Rose whispered, rubbing her fingers through his wet hair. Jack exhaled, finding his breathing still couldn't calm.

''Not for me,'' he whispered, pressing his lip to her pounding heart. ''As soon as I saw you-'' stumbling across his words, Jack allowed himself to steady his franticness. ''I could never know what it was until I kissed you, but it was there.''

The tender pull of her heart caused Rose to sigh. Without him within her, she felt emptiness and a longing for him to make her feel such a way again started right there in her stomach.

''I never had long to hold you.'' In the years after losing him, that was perhaps the deepest regret; after an earthshattering experience such as their lovemaking, neither had managed long in the arms of the other.

''There was a time limit for us back then.''

''Now, we have no restrictions.''

There was the fire within her which Jack had sensed would burn so much brighter than he had already witnessed. There was something arousing about her spirit; if she loved him as passionately, then he would love her more in return, if he didn't already. It felt as though, when he watched her now, it was like peeking through a window in time, back a decade to a seventeen-year-old girl who had laid in his arms. She had been the virgin. The one who had given herself to him. Yet, it was Jack who had been overwhelmed by the serene sweetness of lying within a woman's arms. He had taken lovers in his late teens but nothing had prepared him for the moment with Rose. Now, she was holding him the same way and not even the cold ocean could diminish his arousal for her. The need for her.

Crushing his mouth on hers, she didn't fight. Couldn't fight it. Didn't want to fight it. There was always more...

Jack was between her legs once more, her legs wrapped about his waist and he throbbed against her stomach. Truth be told, his desire hadn't gone away. Why did he have the urge to be with her again?

Jack felt her chest heave upwards against his, her hipbones grinding against his own. He sighed against her cheek, when Rose lifted up her hips, catching him and soon he was enveloped without even expecting it. He shuddered, and this time it was he who clamped his mouth onto her shoulder to silence himself. The tightness pumped him once or twice, easier than the first time but still it was enough to tense his entire body.

''Does it hurt?''

''Not anymore.''

The first time always felt like a release of the previous tension; the build-up of hesitance and laced with a tentative touch but the second and the third would be slower, sensual and a discovery of the others body, of the raw emotions which came with the experience of making love.

That second time was prolonged, writhing and yet still very primal. Both found the way they marked the other; with teeth, nails and sucking was a way to claim the other over and over again as each other's. The marks would fade but then another claim would be made. The claim heightened it for them both; intensifying orgasms, prolonging pleasure and taking them both into such a state of bliss that both slept wonderfully well for the first time since the sinking.

ARGH, WAS SO NERVOUS ABOUT THIS CHAPTER!