Rachel
The earth is cool and soft beneath my back, damp with fallen leaves and crushed grass. I can barely breathe, but not because he’s hurting me. It’s the weight of him. The pressure of his body above mine. The way his hands pin my wrists like iron shackles, like I belong beneath him and nowhere else.
His chest rises and falls against mine. His breath fans across my cheek. His scent is all spice and smoke and something primal that makes my thighs clench even as the voice in my head screams that I should be afraid.
But I’m not. I’m lit up from the inside.
I stare up at him.Starlight filters through the canopy above, catching the edges of his jaw, the curve of his mouth.
His eyes are almost black in the shadows, fixed on mine with a focus so sharp I feel it in my bones.
He’s not looking at me like I’m a person.
He’s looking at me like I’m prey. Like I’m already his.
His grip tightens just slightly, testing. My wrists burn where he holds them, but I don’t try to pull away. I can’t. I don’t want to.
My breath catches in my throat.
“What are you going to do to me?” I ask, my voice barely more than a whisper.
His mouth curves into something dark. “Everything I want.”
He shifts lower, his hips pressing into mine, and I gasp. There’s no mistaking the hardness between us. No denying the heat that pulses in my belly at the brutal feel of him, heavy and ready through the fabric of his jeans.
“Tell me to stop,” he says, his voice low and rough. “Tell me now. It’s your only chance.”
I swallow hard. Every sane part of me screams that I should. But my body is louder. The blood in my veins pumps just for this. My legs part just enough that he knows what my answer is.
“I don’t want you to stop,” I say, breathless, knowing what this means for me tonight, but choosing to keep that information to myself.
His eyes flash. He lets go of my wrists and immediately his hands are on my body. Rough palms over my hips, my thighs, pushing Ava’s scraps of dress up to my waist. I arch beneath him, every inch of me alive and straining toward his touch.
His mouth crashes into mine.
It’s not soft. It’s not gentle. It’s powerful. A claim. His tongue pushes into my mouth, and I moan against him, gripping his shoulders like I need him to hold me to the earth or I’ll float away. He tastes like danger and control, and something deep inside me unravels.
His hand slips beneath my panties, fingers sliding through slick heat. I cry out, my back arching. He growls against my throat, biting the skin there, sucking until I know there’ll be a mark. I want the mark. I want everyone to see it. To know I survived the night I thought would be the end of me.
“Look how wet you are,” he says, his voice thick with lust. “You wanted this.”
I whimper, too far gone to care how it sounds.
He groans, low and raw, and pulls my panties down my legs in one quick motion.
The cool air hits me for a second before his mouth replaces it, hot and wet and hungry.
I cry out, clutching at the ground as his tongue drags over my most sensitive bud, relentless and perfect.
My hips buck. He holds me down, feeding on me like he’ll die if he stops.
I come fast and hard, the orgasm tearing through me like a scream. I don’t even know what I’m saying. Just a string of sounds and pleas, again and again.
Before I can catch my breath, he’s shoving his pants down, lining himself up. He looks at me, waiting for something. A final answer.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Now.”
He thrusts into me with one smooth stroke, burying himself deep. I gasp, the stretch of him almost too much, too painful, but my body takes him. Wants him. Wraps around him like it was always meant to.
He groans, sinking lower over me, pressing kisses to my jaw, my collarbone, my mouth.
Each thrust rocks through me, sending little aftershocks through my still-sensitive core.
I clutch at his back, my nails raking down his jacket.
I want to hold him there forever. I want to be filled with him until I forget who I was before.
“You’re mine now,” he says, his voice low and gravelly, his words a demand. “Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
“Louder,” he grunts through gritted teeth as he pounds into me.
“I’m yours.”
“Louder!”
“I’m yours!” I scream into the night, my vision blurring as he leans back and looks at where we are joined.
He roars as he comes, grinding into me, holding me so tight I can barely breathe. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, needing every inch, every hot drop of his thick cum to send me over the edge again.
When we’re both still, breath ragged and skin damp, he doesn’t move off me. He stays there, one hand cradling the back of my neck, his nose brushing mine, his cock still weeping inside me.
“I’m not letting you go,” he murmurs. “Ever.”