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You find yourself trembling as you stare out the window,
watching soft rain fall to the hot asphalt. The hotel room is
thick with humidity; the moist air flows in from the open
balcony that overlooks a beach landscape. You pull open the top
of your robe and let it hang off of your nude shoulders. Your
moist skin rejoices as it is freed from the confines of the thin
cotton.

He inhales sharply behind you, and you tremble even more.

His energy fights the muggy atmosphere for dominance and wins,
and you're not sure whether you should feel as stimulated as you
do. It's a dangerous energy, unbridled and menacing even as you
feel the soft touch of his hands on your waiting flesh.

He wants to own you tonight. And you want to be owned.

He pulls you against him roughly and growls his desires in your
ear. You stroke yourself against him in response, a silent
invitation to ravage you as he sees fit. He reaches around your
small waist and unties your robe, removing the offending garment
and tossing it aside. Your searing bodies meet again you gasp in
surprise when you realize he is unclothed behind you and. You
feel him push against you ardently, his throbbing erection
resting heavily atop the swell of your bottom, and a wet warm
flow escapes from between your legs.

You try to turn and face him, but he holds you in place easily
and forces you to remain still.
He leans down and places his tongue on your neck, lapping and
tasting the salty flesh. You lean your head to the side,
presenting a wider expanse of yourself, and yield to his hunger.
You cry out when you feel his teeth bite down, surely marking
you for days to come. The thought of a temporary brand excites
you even further.

"Now, Mulder," you breathe.

He presses you into the window, the pane of cool glass a welcome
sensation to your overheated body. You stare out at the pounding
waves as he parts your legs from behind and thrusts into you
sharply. His cock stretches you to capacity and you are grateful
he remains still for just a few moments while your body adjusts
to his intrusion. You feel him throbbing inside of you; that
alone is almost enough to bring you to orgasm.

He begins to rock his hips against you, and you revel in the
sensation of his hard flesh pulling out of you, only to be
slammed back inside with sensuous force. One of his hands snakes
up and latches onto your left breast in a tight grip, the other
reaching down to clutch at your hip. He manipulates your body to
move in opposition to his own, resulting in superlative contact
with each thrust. He fucks you harder than any of your previous
lovers. You will realize later that he also fucks you with a
stronger love than you've ever known.

His head falls down to yours, and he places his open mouth on
the nape of your neck. You hear each grunt, each gasp, and each
cry that comes out of his mouth and revel in the pleasure he
takes from your body. His plunges become quicker as you gasp
again in surprise when you feel his callused fingers reach down
and trail through the wiry curls of your sex to rub against your
clit. The sensations are overwhelming and within seconds you
feel your legs weaken as your climax begins to overtake you. He
supports you still with an arm around your waist, and his
fingers ride it out with you. He slows his strokes inside you
until you recover completely, his lips blowing a stream of cool
air onto your neck.

But his hips speed up again quickly, and you brace your body for
the onslaught that is sure to come. His hands fall to your waist
once again and grab on as he immerses himself within you. His
movements become erratic and uneven; you know there are only
seconds to go. With his last thrust, his strangled cry fills
your ears, and your eyes glide shut in utter bliss as he
releases himself inside of you.

A thin layer of sweat glistens over both of your bodies, pressed
together and leaning against the steamed glass. His chest heaves
against you as he breathes in and out deeply and you can feel
the rapid beat of his heart against your back. You welcome his
weight against you, the security it provides indisputable, and
you mourn its loss as he straightens up. You level up as well
and turn to face him. He doesn't stop you this time, and you are
finally allowed to see his beautiful face.

His mouth turns up into a small smile at your gaze, and you
can't resist the urge to touch your lips to his. You stand on
your tiptoes and curl your arm around his neck, pulling his head
down until your mouths meet in the first true taste of each
other that night. He knows you adore his mouth and relinquishes
control as you caress his bottom lip with your tongue. You
deepen the kiss before long, however, impatient for more of his
unique flavor. His tongue meets yours in a long, gentle embrace
and you part only when it is necessary for air.

His hand reaches for yours, his fingers intertwining with your
own, and he leads you with him over to the turned-down bed. You
crawl onto the cool sheets first and feel the bed dip further as
he quickly joins you and lands to rest on his back. You lay
beside him, your head on his shoulder and leg draped over his
thigh, his hand finding its place on the curve of your hip.

Moments pass, silence in the air. You look past him to the
window again and see that the rain has stopped and the evening
sun has begun its slow descent into the ocean. You feel his eyes
and look up, meeting hazel depths filled with nothing but love.

"I don't know about you, Scully, but I think we need to put in
for a transfer," he says. "The sea air seems to have quite an
effect on us."

You smile and nod in agreement, kissing him lightly on the jaw
before resting your head down on his shoulder again. Fleeting
thoughts of a cool shower together enter your mind, but your
eyelids are heavy, reluctant to be deterred from closing
completely. The gradually deepening breathing beneath you tells
you that your prospective shower partner has fallen asleep
already, anyway.

Taking his cue, you relax against him and succumb to a peaceful
sleep.

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