10. Riven
RIVEN
M y girl takes off running, and the last of my restraint shatters.
I stalk after her, slow at first with measured steps that give her the illusion of safety. But she knows. She knows I’m coming, and she wants it. Needs this just like I do. I always knew we were the perfect match, but I didn’t expect this.
I can still see her footprints in the snow. Small, fast, erratic. She’s quick, but I’m built for this with long strides. I’m a lethal combination because I’ve been trained for the chase and starved for the kill.
Branches whip past me as I move faster, breathing in the trail she left behind. Her scent. Her heat. Her need. I can sense her. She’s everywhere.
She’s mine. Every fucking inch of her and I’m about to prove that to her.
The woods are still and silent except for the crunch of my boots.
I could grab her now, but I’m enjoying this. I want her exhausted and panting when I finally get my hands on her.
I slow down just enough to watch her. Her wavy blonde hair is flying behind her and then there's the determined twist of her hips as she darts between trees. Every move she makes feeds something primal inside me. I’ve never wanted anything the way I want her. She’s wild. She wants me as much as I want her. She’s so willing to be chased that it makes me almost come in my jeans thinking about it.
Lakynn’s nervous laughter echoes, and it’s the most perfect sound I’ve ever heard. It vibrates through my chest and settles in my bones. I feel her in every step I take. She’s always been the pulse beneath my skin. The hunger in my gut.
And tonight, I get to feed that hunger.
She’s a few yards ahead, panting, glancing back over her shoulder to look for me. Her lips are parted, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wild.
Perfect.
I launch forward at a dead run, and she screams. It’s part thrill, part anticipation. She tries her hardest to throw me off, veering deeper into the trees, but I’m not holding back anymore. I catch her just as she rounds a thick pine, tackling her into the ground and pinning her body beneath mine.
She gasps, laughing breathlessly as I press my weight down.
I grip her wrists and pin them above her head.
“You ran, baby,” I growl against her ear. “You knew what would happen if you ran.”
Her body arches under mine but doesn’t say a word
“Good fucking girl,” I tell her just before I crush my mouth to hers. It’s a feral and claiming kiss. My body grinds into hers through our clothes. I can’t hold back so I use one hand to reach down and unbutton her jeans, pushing them and her panties down enough so I can feel how wet she is.
“Fuck,” I whisper, voice hoarse. “You’re soaked for me and I’ve barely even touched you yet.”
“I’ve been waiting for this,” she breathes. “Waiting for you.”
I rip open her shirt and shove the torn fabric aside. My fingers fumble with her jeans, trying to get them all the way off without hurting her. I should slow down. I should savor this. But I’m shaking. Desperate. I need to be inside of her.
I slip two of my fingers through her folds, then slide them inside of her. Her back bows off the cold ground in a silent plea.
“Do you like that, baby?” I ask her. I’m trying so hard not to rush this. It’s her first time, and if I bury myself to the hilt, she’ll be sore for days.
“More,” she begs, and I give it to her.
I thrust my fingers in deep and slow, curling them just right, while my mouth closes over her nipple, sucking hard.
She cries out, her hands flying to my hair, tangling, pulling.
“You’re so fucking sweet,” I mutter, licking up her chest, breathing her in. “I’ve thought about the way your body would fit in my hands, and it does. Perfect, like you were made for me, Lake.”
I kiss her mouth, swallowing every noise she makes.
I won’t fuck her until she comes. I need her to fall apart so I can fill her and empty everything I’ve got inside her sweet little body.
I rub her clit while my fingers work inside her, feeling her tighten. Her pussy clenches around my fingers so sweetly, so fucking perfect, like she was made for me. I imagine the way she’ll feel wrapped around my cock. So tight, wet, and desperate. The thought makes my hips grind into her thigh, my cock aching with the need to be inside her.
"You’re gonna take me so well," I whisper, licking up her neck. "You’re gonna let me fuck you so deep, baby. You were made for this. You were made for me ."
I graze my teeth along her throat and bite, not enough to hurt, but enough to mark her. Her moan stokes the fire that’s already roaring through me.
“I’m gonna breed you, Lake,” I growl into her skin. “Stuff you full until my cum’s dripping down your thighs. I want your belly swollen with my baby. Want the whole fucking world to know you belong to me.”
“I’m gonna come,” she gasps because my girl must like the visual I just gave her.
“That’s my good girl,” I whisper. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel it.”
She falls apart in my hand, shaking as she bites out my name, and I catch her mouth with mine again, groaning as I drink her in.
Only then do I shove my pants down and free my cock. It’s hard, throbbing, and dripping with precum for her.
Her eyes meet mine, and her breath catches. Her hand rises to cup my jaw, fingers trembling slightly, but not from hesitation. I know she’s experiencing the same overwhelming need that's tearing me apart.
“You are all I’ve ever wanted,” she breathes out, barely words, but I hear every single one. That’s all it takes. I line myself up and press into her, groaning loud as I sink inside of her.
She arches beneath me, gasping, her hands flying to my back to hold on. I slide deeper, slow and steady, letting her feel every thick inch of me.
"I love you, Lake," I grit out, pressing an open-mouth kiss to her neck. "You are the only fucking one I’ll ever love."
Lakynn’s long legs wrap around me, drawing me in tighter.
I fucking whimper. I’m a trained killer and here I am whimpering her name.
I lean back just enough to see her face. Her lashes flutter. Her lips part with every breath. She smiles up at me and her eyes shimmer with unshed tears when she says, “I love you, Riven. I always have.”
My chest feels like it’s going to explode at her words, but I can’t die yet because I need to know what it feels like to fill her tight little body completely.
I pull out and then flex my hips, bottoming out inside of her. We both groan in pleasure as I trail kisses down her jaw, her throat. “Every sound you make. Every twitch of your hips. Every time your pussy pulses. It all belongs to me. Only me.”
“Yours,” she gasps out when I pick up my pace, fucking her with the raw abandon she asked for. “I belong to you.”
“Jesus, fuck. You’re so tight,” I choke. “So fucking perfect. Made for me.”
She gasps, clenching around me, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“Too much?” I rasp.
She shakes her head in the negative because she’s too breathless to speak. “You feel so good. I’m so full, stretched...” she trails off, but her words are too much for me. I’m not going to last. I want to. I want to last all night, pleasuring her, but her pussy is too wet, too tight, and I need to come inside her.
“You’re my good girl, Lake,” I groan, thrusting deeper. “You’re taking me so well. Just like I knew you would.”
My hand slides between us and finds her clit, rubbing soft circles as I fuck into her harder. I want her to come again. I want to feel her milking my dick when I go over the edge.
“Come for me, baby,” I pant. “I need to feel you squeeze my cock while I fill you.”
Her moans get higher, more frantic, and I know she’s close.
“That’s it, baby,” I whisper. “Let go for me. I need to feel your pleasure.”
She shatters beneath me, crying out my name as her pussy spasms around my cock.
And that right there is all it takes.
My hand flies to her throat, not tight, just firm. I need her eyes. Need to see her watch me break.
Her breath hitches. Her pupils are dilated for me.
“Look at me,” I growl, pounding into her. “I’m going to come.”
She whimpers, nodding, and I pant against her cheek. “Did they put you on birth control?”
My girl’s eyes widen at my question. After she takes a moment, and what I’m asking her sinks in,she shakes her head.
My heart slams in my chest and my cock jerks inside of her.
“Good,” I snarl, fucking her deeper. “I’m going to fill you up, baby. You’re going to take every drop. I want it dripping out of you.”
I look down between us just as I pull back, and all the way out of her pussy. I want the feeling of sliding inside of her again. The moonlight glints off the blood smeared on my cock. I knew I was her first, but my body goes feral at the sight.
“Fuck,” I groan, thrusting all the way back in. “You’re mine. No one else will ever touch you.”
I bury myself as deep as I can, grinding against her as I come, groaning into her neck.
Being inside of my girl doesn’t just feel good, it feels cosmic. Like the earth could crack open and swallow us whole and I wouldn’t care, not as long as I’m here, in her.
“I love you, baby,” I breathe. “You’re mine. You’re finally mine.”
My hot cum fills her, and I stay there, pulsing, panting, unable to let go. Even when it’s over, I don’t move. I kiss her neck lazily, again and again, while I catch my breath.
I nearly collapse on top of her from the force of my orgasm, but I know if I do I’ll crush her. I’m not anywhere near prepared to pull out of her. I think that sort of loss would kill me, so I brace on my forearms, watching her beneath me. Her lips are parted, skin flushed and glowing in the moonlight, and I swear I could come all over again just from the sight of her.
She looks ruined in the best way. She looks like she’s fucking mine.
I whisper it again into the curve of her jaw. "Mine."
And yet, it still doesn't feel like enough.
I press soft kisses to her cheeks, her shoulder, the shell of her ear.
“You were perfect,” I whisper. “I didn’t know I could feel so many things all at once.”
She hums, threading her fingers through my hair.
“I used to dream about this,” she murmurs.
I pull back slightly, my forehead resting against hers.
“Yeah?”
She nods. “Used to lie in bed and pretend your arms were around me. That one day you’d come back and do exactly this.”
I exhale, the breath shaky. “You never have to be alone again. Neither of us do.”
Finally, I lift my head and look down at her.
“You okay?” I whisper, stroking her cheek.
She nods, eyes dazed and dreamy.
Her gaze falls to my wrist and the bracelet she gave me just before I left.
She smiles and runs her fingers over it, but doesn’t say anything. She knows I’ve kept her with me and that will never change.
“I love you in ways I don’t think either of us will ever understand,” I say.
She blinks up at me, then whispers, “You’ve always been my person.”
She draws in a shaky breath, her eyes glimmering in the moonlight. “I love you, Riven. I’ve always loved you. Even when I felt lost without you. Even when I tried to forget. You were still the only thing I wanted.”
My heart slams in my chest. For a moment, I can’t speak. I just stare at her like I’m seeing her for the first time. She’s vulnerable, open, completely mine.
“Say it again,” I whisper, voice raw. I need to get her off the cold ground and in the warm cabin, but I can’t force myself to do it. I need just a few more minutes of this.
She smiles and then threads her fingers into my hair. “I love you, Riven.”
Her hand moves gently, combing through the strands like she’s memorizing the feel of me. Like she knows what it does to me when she touches me so gently.
I close my eyes and lean into her touch, letting myself sink into her voice, her body, her everything.
“I need you to say it a thousand more times,” I breathe, and I know she thinks I’m kidding, but I’m not. I need this. I need her. “And then a thousand after that.”
I kiss her again, slow and sweet, before begrudgingly pulling out of her heat. I push my half-hard dick inside my pants and zip them up so I’m not tempted to go for round two.
Standing, I pull her up with me and try to fix what’s left of her tattered clothes. I scoop her into my arms and she gasps softly, clinging to me, her body still trembling from what we just did.
“I’m taking you back to the cabin,” I murmur against her ear. “To fuck you into a deep sleep.”
She cups my face, kissing me gently. “Mmm. I love the sound of that.”
I start walking, her weight comfortable in my arms. The snow crunches beneath my boots, and she nuzzles into my neck, her nose cold, her breath warm.
I feel Lakynn go still in my arms and I look down at her. She squints her eyes playfully before saying, “No more secrets. Where are we going in the morning? Where are we going to start over?”
“Just one more secret,” I tease her. “But I know you’re going to love it.”