This is an extremely short addition, I know, but it is not a long moment, just one of temporary desperation.
"Oh my Leah." He cried then, sobs tearing through him, pain rippling out of him. "My father, my sisters...we were not close, but..." he couldn't finish what he was saying; he was so overwhelmed by grief. I let him express his pain, holding me to him, until it ran its immediate course. He pressed his lips to my hair. "Oh my love, my life. At least I still have you." He pushed me against the tree he had been holding and pressed his mouth harshly to mine. They were wet and salty from his tears, but I wasn't given long to notice. He pushed me harder into the tree with one hand, and yanked my shorts down my legs with the other. I kicked them away. There was no foreplay, but I hadn't expected any. His hand moved straight to my opening, to find me wet and aching and ready. He ripped aside his own pants in desperation; he was rock hard, his distress fueling his desire. Lifting my knees and wrapping my legs around his waist he thrust into me in one hard move, my spine hitting the tree, adding to the tight feeling in my belly. He pushed into me, over and over, hard and very fast, growling each time. The tree was hard against my back, and he was hard in me and the friction of his body rubbing against mine was unbearable, and his agony was unbearable. In a few minutes of heated mouth, and clinging legs and desperate squirming from me, he was pounding into me harder, filling me even more and yelling, yelling at the jungle with one final push and I was thrown screaming and crying, over the cliffs edge. Still in me, muscles still twitching, he sobbed again, into my hair, kissing me passionately everywhere, and grieving for everything that he'd lost.