15. Colton
Chapter 15
Colton
M ary’s pressing into me now, her hips moving in a subtle rhythm that tells me everything. She wants this. She’s losing herself in it, in me.
I pull back just enough to look into her eyes, my fingers slipping under the waistband of her pants, teasing the bare skin beneath. “Say it again,” I growl, wanting to hear it from her lips.
I need to hear it.
“I—” Her voice breaks, and she swallows hard, eyes closing for a moment. “I want this.”
That’s all I need to hear.
I kiss her hard, swallowing her gasp as my hand moves lower, fingers finding her cunt.
“So fucking wet for me,” I hiss as her cunt clenches around my greedy fingers. She’s needy, and it drives me fucking wild. I grip her tighter, pulling her into me as my fingers slide into her, teasing her, feeling her.
Her hands are on me now, pulling at my shirt, desperate.
I let her. I want her to lose it.
The heat between us is suffocating.
She arches into me, moaning softly as I press my fingers deeper, pushing her closer to the edge.
“You like that?” I whisper against her mouth, my lips brushing hers as I speak. “You like when I touch you like this?”
She nods, her breaths coming in ragged gasps, and I can feel the tension in her body, the way she’s fighting to hold on.
But she won’t. Not for long. I’ll make sure of it.
I pull my hand away, and she whimpers at the loss, her eyes opening in confusion.
I smirk, knowing exactly what she wants. But she’s going to have to beg for it.
“Take off your clothes,” I order, my voice low and commanding.
She hesitates, just for a second, before her hands move to obey. She pulls her shirt over her head, and the sight of her bare skin, her curves—it’s enough to make me lose control. But I hold back. I want to savor this, savor her.
I yank off my own shirt, watching her the whole time. Her eyes trace over my body, and I see the way her pupils dilate, the way her lips part slightly.
She wants me. I can see it. I can feel it.
“Come here,” I command, pulling her onto my lap, her bare skin pressing against mine. She gasps as our bodies collide, and I feel her warmth, her need. My hands grip her hips, and I pull her to me, grinding her along my hard length.
She moans, her hands gripping my shoulders for support as she moves with me, the friction driving us both insane. I can feel her heat, her wetness pressing against me through the thin fabric of her pants, and it’s taking everything in me not to rip them off and take her right here.
But I won’t. Not yet.
I want to hear her beg.
“Tell me what you want,” I whisper against her lips, my hands tightening on her hips, guiding her movements. “Tell me, Mary.”
“I want you,” she whimpers, her voice shaky, desperate.
I smirk, my grip tightening even more. “You’ll have to beg for it.”
Her eyes meet mine, wide and pleading, and I see the moment she gives in. The moment she’s mine.
“Please,” she breathes, her voice barely audible. “Please, Colton. I want you. I need you.”
That’s all it takes.
I yank her pants down, and she lets out a breathless gasp as I push her back against the cold stone wall, positioning myself between her legs. I pause, just for a second, savoring the moment before I plunge into her, hard and fast.
Fuck! I knew she’d feel good, but this? This is something else. Otherworldly.
Her moan echoes through the basement, and I lose myself in the sound, in the feeling of her tight, wet cunt wrapped around my dick. It’s everything I’ve been craving, everything I’ve been waiting for. And now it’s mine.
She’s mine.
I move faster, harder, driving her into the wall, my hands gripping her hips so tightly, I know I’m leaving bruises. But I don’t care. She’s mine to do with as I please, and right now, all I want is to make her scream my name.
And she does.
She cries out, her nails digging into my back as she comes undone beneath me, her body shaking, her breathing ragged. I follow her over the edge, my release tearing through me like a storm, and for a moment, everything else fades away.
It’s just me and her. Nothing else.
As I pull away, breathing hard, I watch her. She’s still trembling, her chest rising and falling as she tries to catch her breath. Her eyes meet mine, and there’s something different there now. Something darker.
I lean in, brushing my lips against her ear. “You’re mine now, Mary,” I whisper, my voice rough with satisfaction. “No one else’s. Just mine.”
She doesn’t argue. She can’t.
Because she knows it’s true.
We stay like that for a moment, our breaths intermingling, her body still pressed against mine. The world outside this basement, outside of us, doesn’t exist. I want this moment to last, to keep her here, just like this, forever.
But reality creeps back in. I can see it in her eyes, the way they flicker with something other than desire. Something that looks like doubt, like fear. She’s pulling away, emotionally if not physically.
I can’t have that.
“What is it?” I ask, my voice still rough. I push a strand of hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. She leans into the touch, but her eyes remain distant.
“Nothing,” she says, but her voice is too soft, too uncertain.
“Don’t lie to me, Mary.” My tone is sharper than I intend, but the thought of her hiding something from me is infuriating. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
She hesitates, then pulls back slightly, her gaze dropping from mine. “It’s just...it’s all too much, Colton. I need some air.”
Air? She needs air after what we just shared? I feel a surge of anger, of possessiveness. I grit my teeth, trying to control it. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Her eyes snap back to mine, defiant. “I just need a moment, Colton. I can’t...I can’t breathe.”
I study her, the tension in her body, the way her hands tremble slightly. I don’t want to let her go, but I can see she’s on edge. Pushing her now might break whatever fragile connection we have.
She’s hiding something.
But what?
“Fine,” I growl, stepping back. “But you’re not leaving my sight.”
She nods, quickly gathering her clothes and pulling them on. I do the same, never taking my eyes off her. Once dressed, she moves towards the ladder, and I follow, my eyes boring into her back.
As we ascend, the cool air of the cabin hits us. Mary takes a deep breath, filling her lungs. She turns to face me, her expression unreadable.
“I just need a moment alone, Colton. Please.” Her voice is steady, but there’s an underlying plea that gnaws at me.
I hesitate, then nod. “Five minutes, Mary. Then I’m coming to find you.”
She nods, then she slips out of the cabin, leaving me standing there, a storm of emotions raging within me. I watch her go, counting down the seconds until I can follow her, until I can bring her back to me.
I watch her retreating figure through the cabin window, my jaw clenched tight. The woods swallow her up, and I feel a primal urge to chase after her, to keep her within my sight, within my grasp. The seconds tick by with agonizing slowness. Each one feels like an eternity, testing me. I try to distract myself, pacing the length of the cabin, running a hand through my hair, but my gaze always finds its way back to the window, back to the woods where Mary disappeared.
Three minutes left.
I can’t shake the feeling that something is off. That she’s not just seeking air but escaping something. Escaping me? The thought makes my chest tighten, my grip on the edge of the windowsill turning my knuckles white.
Two minutes.
I can’t wait any longer. I push away from the window and stride towards the door, my heart pounding in my chest. I tell myself I’m just checking on her, making sure she’s safe. But the truth is, I need to see her. I need to know she’s still here, still mine.
I step out into the woods, my eyes scanning the trees, the shadows, for any sign of her. The wind whispers through the leaves, carrying with it a faint rustling sound. I follow it, my steps quickening.
Then I see her. She’s leaning against a tree, her head tilted back, her eyes closed. She looks almost peaceful, but there’s a tension in her body, a restlessness that mirrors my own.
I approach her, my steps silent on the forest floor. She doesn’t notice me until I’m right in front of her, and when she opens her eyes, there’s a flicker of surprise, followed by a flash of something else. Something like fear.
“Colton,” she breathes, straightening up. “I just needed a moment. I was coming back.”
I reach out, my hand cupping her cheek. Her skin is cool beneath my touch, her breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps. “I couldn’t wait,” I say, my voice low. “I need you, Mary. I need to know you’re with me.”
She hesitates, her eyes searching mine. Then she leans into my touch, her hand covering mine. “I’m with you, Colton,” she states softly. But there’s a tremble in her voice, an uncertainty that sets me on edge.
I lean in, my forehead resting against hers. “Then why do I feel like you’re pulling away?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper.
She closes her eyes, her breath hitching. “It’s not that simple, Colton. There’s so much...so much you don’t know.”
I pull back, my eyes boring into hers. “Then tell me,” I insist. “Tell me what I don’t know, Mary. Let me in.”
She looks at me, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions—fear, doubt, longing. And for a moment, I think she’s going to tell me everything. I think she’s going to let me in.
But then she looks away, her expression shuttering. “I can’t,” she says, her voice barely audible. “Not yet.”
Frustration surges through me, hot and fierce. I grip her chin, turning her face back to mine. “You will,” I growl. “You’ll tell me everything, Mary. Because you’re mine. And I won’t let you go until I know every part of you.”
Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t pull away. She just looks at me, her breath coming faster, her body trembling slightly. I can see the effect I have on her, the way my words, my touch, ignite something within her.
And I know, in that moment, that I won’t let her go. I can’t. Because she’s truly mine. Completely, utterly mine.
I lean in, my lips claiming hers in a fierce, possessive kiss. She melts into me, body pressing against mine, hands gripping my shoulders. I deepen the kiss, my tongue sweeping into her mouth, claiming and possessing her further.
When I pull away, we’re both breathless, gazing at one another. I rest my forehead against hers, my hands cupping her face.
“You’re mine, Mary,” I whisper, my voice rough with emotion. “And I won’t let you go. Ever.”