12. I miss the way you say my name. The way you bend, the way you break. Your makeup running down your face. The way you touch, the way you taste
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I miss the way you say my name. The way you bend, the way you break. Your makeup running down your face. The way you touch, the way you taste
Firefly
T he rain poured down like a curtain, drenching me to my core, but my thoughts were elsewhere as I moved through the trees. My hands instinctively sought refuge in my pockets, shielding them from the rain. As I strayed from the path, I could almost hear her desperate footsteps as she searched for me, her voice calling out into the storm.
I wondered what she wanted. Maybe she wanted to shoot me.
I’m sure she did, and she probably would have if I hadn’t gone through the house and removed every gun her dad had kept—and he’d kept a lot.
Maybe she wanted me to fuck her ?
I slid into the driver’s seat and wiped the rain from my face, feeling a mix of exhilaration and guilt pulse through me. The rain drummed against the windshield, a rhythmic symphony that matched the pounding of my heart.
My dick was rock hard, my pulse pounding from the base to the tip. I wanted nothing more than to be buried inside of her, but that would have to wait. After all, I had to leave something to reward her with when she finally gave in to me. I pulled my hands out of my pocket and immediately stuck my fingers in my mouth, the other hand digging in my pocket for the keys.
Fuck, she tasted like sin and bad decisions, and I couldn’t get enough.
All I had to do was wait. It wouldn’t be long, not after tonight and the way she’d moaned for me. I knew that if I gave in and took her now, there would be no turning back, and the hunt would end. But I wanted that hunt to continue, the chase and the pursuit of something more than just mere physical release. The thrill of the unknown, the anticipation of the moment when our lives would finally collide—that was the real excitement that fueled me.
I needed that woman in ways I couldn’t explain. It wasn’t purely sexual, that was just a nice bonus.
No, I needed her for the way she made me feel something, deep down inside of me, when I had been numb for so long. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d longed for anything but the bottom of a bottle or the taste of a bullet.
Ignoring the pain from her bite, I focused on the taste of her. My hands shook, the key scrapping the dash over and over again as I struggled to feed it into the ignition .
A lesser man would have rubbed one out, right here in the forest. A lesser man wouldn’t have the willpower to wait, but I’d never been weak.
I could wait.
It wouldn’t be long, and she’d be begging me for it, speared on the end of my cock, ready and willing for breeding.
She’d call me daddy while she made me a father.
As the storm raged on, I couldn’t shake the image of her soft, limber body pressed against me. It was almost as if her presence lingered in the rain, taunting me with the memory of how she felt, tasted, shook, and squirmed.
I started the engine as I tried to calm my racing heart. I knew I had to leave soon, but the thought of leaving her behind was almost too much to bear. She was the first person in years to make me feel alive, and to give me a reason to fight.
I wiped my lips dry, savoring the taste of her one last time before she left my memory, if only for the night.
I knew it was only a matter of time before she succumbed and when she did, I would be there, more than ready to claim her and satisfy her desires.
And so, with a heavy heart, I began the drive back to town, leaving the forest behind with the taste of her lingering on my lips. The rain continued to pour down around me, a fitting backdrop for my thoughts.
For now, though, I leaned back in my seat and let the thrill of the chase fill me. I was alive, and I was in control.
It was a strange and alluring feeling, the thrill of the pursuit mixed with the longing for something more. One night, I knew, I would claim her. One night, I knew I would be rewarded for my patience and I would have her completely.
I drove through the storm, reveling in the chaos, my thoughts whipping and twisting like the windshield wipers, fueled by the promise of her surrender. The pounding rain and thunder were a symphony to my ears, the perfect accompaniment to my racing thoughts.
My mind whirled with images of her, her voice still ringing in my ears as if she were right there beside me. I could feel her soft skin beneath my fingertips, her breath hot against my neck. I wanted nothing more than to turn back, to return to the forest and take her right here and now.
But I didn’t.
I kept driving, moving through the dark streets without even thinking, until I wound up outside of my house, dark and looming over me like a monster, reminding me of my loneliness.
Stepping inside, I stripped off my drenched clothes and stumbled into the shower, her scent and the taste of her still lingering on my tongue. I closed my eyes, letting the water wash away the dirt from the forest and the bitterness that had built up within me.
What kind of monster had I become?
It had been years since the last time I had felt a pulse of genuine desire. With each passing night, the emptiness had grown increasingly harder to ignore. But on that day, the first time I saw her again, everything had changed. She had awakened a darkness within me, and I couldn’t deny its fierce demand. It was like a demon had possessed me, and its only need was her heart. This was anything but a simple chase; it was an intoxicating dance of desire, lust, and the thrill of the unknown.
As the water cascaded down upon me, I couldn’t help but envision her slick skin pressed against mine, her moans of pleasure filling the air. My heart beat in unison with hers. Our bodies tangled together, lost in the frenzy of the moment. She was the same as I was, seeking something more profound than just a fleeting moment of escape.
Where she went, I would follow. And when the time was right, I would take her, and we would be forever entwined, two monsters lost in the dark forest of our desires.
Under the hot spray of water, I allowed myself to imagine the moment when everything would change, when the fantasy would become a reality. I saw myself towering over her, my body a matching storm to the one that raged outside, my heart pounding with anticipation. I knew that at that moment, I would take her, and we would both find the rebellion, the escape, the life that we’d been longing for.
I reached up, feeling the scars that lined my shoulders and down my arms. I could count them all in my head, remembering the cause for each and every one of them.
Dog bite from a police K-9 that missed its mark. The lines and bumps of old sutures from the surgery I needed after a bad kick from a horse. The mottled skin from a bad burn, and the remnants of my last bar fight, where he’d tried to slash my throat with a broken beer bottle. Lucky for me, he had missed and caught my shoulder instead .
All of them had been in search of my favorite high—the adrenaline.
As I finally stepped out of the shower, I caught sight of my reflection in the foggy mirror. I looked like a monster, a beast that had been unleashed from the darkest corners of the earth. But as I stared into my own eyes, I saw the same hunger and lust that I knew was burning within her. I knew that this was not a chase, but a dance, a waltz between two fierce creatures, locked in a battle that only one could win.
Maybe she’d kill me. Maybe I’d take her.
Either way, it was a carefully choreographed dance, and now, all I had to do was wait for my next step.