“I need to get fucked!” he yelled. “Okay? I need to get fucked. That’s what I need. All right? Are you going to help me with that?”

My entire body reacted to his words. Chaos ensued. Blood rushed. Capillaries almost exploded. “Yes,” I squawked when I found my voice.

He looked at me. His eyes were dark and harsh. He didn’t look away for a long time. Neither did I. Eventually, he got to his feet and stalked toward the cabin.

“You coming or not?” he said without looking back.

I got up as fast as I could. As I did, the world spun around me. It was like a head rush, but slower. It kept going for longer. I had to close my eyes and shake my head a few times to get it to clear. As soon as it did, I followed Jules into the cabin.

He was waiting for me in the middle of the room, but this time he wasn’t restrained. He didn’t hold my gaze. He let his eyes track down my torso and then he turned away from me. He kept his back toward me as he unbuttoned his shirt. He opened a few buttons and then pulled it up over his head. I watched as the fabric caressed his back. Tiny fibers danced against his skin. He let it fall to the floor where he stood. He kicked his shoes off and then took off his socks. He seemed to deliberate for a second and then his hands moved to his waist. He undid his belt and pushed his jeans down, stepping out of them and his boxer briefs in the same movement. My heart squeezed in my chest and I struggled for breath. Watching him undress was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

He kept his back toward me as he straightened up. I don’t know if it was his heat, or the way the light from the kerosene lamp was hitting his skin, but his body was shimmering. It looked like he was coated in gold dust. Every muscle was highlighted. I ached with desire. I pulled my clothes off my body, ripping buttons and seams that didn’t give way quickly enough. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He glanced back at me, and when he saw I was naked, he sank to his knees. His movements were slow. Languid. Unspeakably sensual. He braced himself, hands flat on the rug, and arched his back. Sinewy muscles rippled and his ass cheeks parted from the movement, just a little, but enough to give me a glimpse of his glistening hole. I got hit by another head rush. It was so strong, it brought me to my knees too. When my head cleared, I became aware of a low, rumbling sound. It was vibrating throughout the cabin. It was rattling the windows. Shaking the floors. It sounded like a landslide or an earthquake. It sounded so intense, it took me several seconds to realize it was coming from me.