I let the robe puddle around my feet. 

Rhys lets out a gasp. My cheeks glow crimson and I bite my lip anxiously. 

“Get over here.” Rhys demands, his voice unusually low and husky.

I stride over to him, swaying my hips, trying my best to appear sexy and appealing. I fail terribly.

I lower myself on the bed, my feet tucked beneath me, facing Rhys full-on and swallowing a nervous lump in my throat.

Rhys runs his appraising eyes down my body and then back up. They rest when they reach my eyes, locking me in an intense gaze.

Rhys' hand reaches out, cupping my face, “Donna. I can't believe you're mine.”

I sigh audibly, biting my lip, “Rhys.” 

“Shush.” Rhys closes his eyes, inching closer at an excruciating pace. I move forward myself, getting impatient but Rhys leans back, “Don't rush me. I'm going to take my time. I want to take my time.”

“Okay.” I nod, flushing, watching him ease forward slowly again, his hand resting on my bare shoulder. He closes his eyes, his lips parted, moving towards me.

So far. So far. So close, yet so far.

Tired of waiting, I pounce on him quickly, coalescing our lips together. Rhys tightens his hold on me, his lips pressing on mine forcibly, his gentle fingers playing with the lace on my bustier. 

I fumble hastily with the buttons of his shirt, ripping the still-drenched shirt off him and hungrily running my hands over his torso, feeling the ridges of his taut body. I tremble under his touch, frantic for more. 

Rhys' hands play along my arms and I clutch his fore-arms desperately, my hands quivering and trembling with excitement in a form I've never experienced before. I tug on the ends of Rhys' hair, making him clutch me tighter. I feel his tongue ripple against mine, the taste of him imploding in my mouth. 

I moan softly, an animalistic instinct taking over me. I press my body against his, kissing him harder, letting him know how much I need him. Rhys swivels around, letting my back drop onto the bed. He dots kisses from my lips to my shoulder, moving down slowly, guided by the deep neckline of my underwear.

Parts of my body tingle where before today, there has been no feeling. Rhys' lips touch a soft spot I didn't know I had and I gasp, pulling him up to re-unite our lips in a breathless kiss that is brimming with lust. I fumble with the buttons of his jeans, which is the only time we pause kissing. My hands shake so much, I can't get a proper hold on the damn button. 

Rhys brushes my hands away rapidly, doing the job himself, getting rid of the stupid jeans and hastily pulling me to him once more. As we kiss, Rhys' hands roam over my body, touching parts that are alien even to me. We both gasp for breath in those precious seconds when our lips part and then fuse together again, fuelled on by pure heat and unleashed passion.

As Rhys dots kisses down my neck once more, I take the chance to regain my evading breath.

“Oh.” Rhys says suddenly. 

“What?” I look down at where he's resting his head on my chest. On my bare chest.

“We're naked.” Rhys breathes.

My heart leaps into my mouth for a split moment and then settles again. I swallow and try to breathe when I see the glorious sight of him. The valleys of resplendent alabaster skin, the rippling of muscles beneath them and Rhys' heated face, his cheeks a beauitful rose red. I meet his eyes to discover he's looking at me with an almost awe-struck expression.

“I can't believe you made me wait so long for this.” I shake my head, grabbing Rhys and pulling him to me rapidly, jamming my lips against his, sliding my tongue in, running my hands down his body, feeling the smooth skin as much as I can, sensing the muscles rolling in his arms, hearing his ragged, glorious breathing, revelling in his splendiferous touch.

“Are you ready?” Rhys whispers in my hear, his voice deliciously hoarse.

“Yes. I'm ready, Rhys. I've always been ready.” I whisper back, digging my fingers into his shoulders, bracing myself for what is to come. 

“Okay. I promise to be gentle with you.” Rhys says, his warm breath nipping at my ear.

There's a silence, except for our frantic breathing. 

Then the world explodes, shattering into a million pieces. I gasp, my body gravitating towards Rhys, my back arching in desperate desire. 

Splotches of colour explode behind my eye-lids, a magnificent light-show of ecstasy and a raging passion. 

Rhys and I rise, floating above the bed. We rise and rise and rise, higher than the stars, higher than the space shuttles, higher than the moon. Hungry for so much more, unsatisfied by what we're getting, aching to be closer even though it's practically impossible. 

We crash down on the bed, a mass of indeterminable sweat, heat and unabated passion. We tug on each other's hair, run our hands across each other's lean sweat-encrusted bodies, both of us holding each other urgently, nothing but pure requisite driving us on...

Sorry it's so short, but I wanted this chapter to stand on it's own :)