Dane's POV:
"Come here baby." My voice was a low, jagged rasp. I grabbed her by the waist and hauled her toward me, my fingers sinking into the soft give of her skin.
Her tears still haven't dried; her face is still moist, the salt staining her cheeks in the pale light.
I watched her fingers, small, shaking, desperate , fumble with my zip. The metallic clink was sharp and loud, cutting through the heavy, suffocating silence of the room. The moonlight hit us both, turning her skin to silver and the shadows around us to a cold, ink-black darkness.
My pants come undone, and I take them off, my eyes locked on hers, burning into her. She hooks her fingers into my boxers, dragging them down in one rough, hurried go, exposing me to the chilled air and her tearful gaze.
