Chapter 29 #2
I look up at his silhouette framed by the moon’s pale light.
Before I know it he’s pulling me to my feet and I stumble forward, my legs suddenly shaky.
When I’m finally balanced he tucks the hair behind my ear and leans in.
“You should run.” I freeze, unsure if he’s serious.
But from the look on his face and the challenge in his voice when he repeats himself, my uncertainty goes out the window. “I said, run.”
With those words, I don’t hesitate. I turn and bolt.
I can hear my heartbeat pounding over the sound of my feet crunching over the leaves and twigs scattered on the ground.
But the sounds of him picking up speed, chasing after me, quickly overtakes everything.
My breathing is ragged and I feel the moment my adrenaline spikes.
I’m not sure why he wants me to run, but what I do know is that I want to be caught.
I don’t even make it out of the graveyard before his muscular arm snakes around my waist. He’s harsh with his touch when he hauls me backwards and I slam into him.
“I’ve got you,” he taunts. When I’m pushed to the dirt, my dress pulls down, exposing me to the cold air.
My nipples harden instantly, and the damp soil begins to cake on my back as he straddles me.
He uses one hand to pin both of my wrists above my head as I struggle against him, but not in an attempt to break free of his hold.
No. I want to feel him overpower me. I need to feel him take from me.
He envelopes around me, squeezing in his knees to stop my hips from moving.
“You like this, don’t you?” His breath is hot against my earlobe.
“You like being at my mercy.” I don’t answer, I don’t need to.
He can see it in my eyes. He can feel it in the way I’m now arching my back into him.
His hands are demanding as he pushes under my dress, finding my panties.
I gasp when they’re jerked down my thighs in one swift motion.
“Don’t. Move.” He pulls back, sliding my panties over my ankles before he’s on top of me again, grinding his hips into mine. He arches over, bringing his mouth to my neck.
I feel his tongue slide up and down my neck before biting me. A hiss escapes me before I feel his mouth suck the tender area.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this.” His eyes roll to the back of his head, the sight of his pleasure is enough to pull a whimper from me, which works in my favor.
He doesn’t make me wait any longer before my dress is torn from my body.
I hear his fingers fumble with his belt buckle, then immediately I feel him sliding inside of me with ease, due to how wet I am, not because I’ve gotten used to his size—I haven’t.
He stretches me open, slow and deep as I let my body melt into the burn.
I cry out from the sensation as he begins to pump in and out of me.
He growls, his hands finding my hips, holding me still as he thrusts into me again and again. The dirt keeps shifting under me with every movement we make. “I’ll never let you go.”
I manage to speak in between his thrusts. “I never want you to.”
He doesn’t let up, and the tension builds inside of me.
It coils tighter and tighter to the point it’s unbearable.
He positions himself above me so his fingers can find my clit before caressing small circles around it.
“Come.” He pushes in. “For.” He pulls his dick out, only leaving the head inside of me.
“Me.” When he thrusts back in, an orgasm rips through me.
My body hasn’t even stopped convulsing around his cock before he pulls out and jerks me to my knees.
He presses my body against a cold, hard surface, and I shiver at the contact when he steadies my head with both hands, right where he wants me.
He steps out of the jeans pooled at his ankles, propping one foot up on the stone I’m pushed against. The other shifts wide, giving him an advantage to angle his stance, sinking just barely to lower his height.
His eyes don’t leave mine as he rams two fingers into my mouth, pressing down my tongue.
Tears prickle at my eyes and when I gag, he looks down at me, smiling.
“Open your mouth.” His warm hand cradles my chin as he pushes his dick between my lips, face-fucking me with slow and deliberate pumps.
My jaw almost doesn’t allow me enough space to accommodate his size.
I taste our mixture on my tongue, my moan is muffled as he drives into me.
He grabs my hair, pulling my head back, looking into my eyes.
“You’re so fucking pretty when you suck my dick.” He pulls back with a loud wet pop, his dick freeing from my mouth. He reaches down between my legs and finds my clit. “Your pussy tells me you want more.” He pushes his wet fingers in my mouth once again, and I let out a moan around them.
“Your need tastes sweet, doesn’t it?”
My lips are swollen and my jaw aches, so I just nod, biting my bottom lip.
He snatches my arm, pulling me to my feet.
They trip over one another as he yanks me into him.
“Turn around,” he commands, my pussy weeping for what I know is coming next.
The spin he causes my body to do is sharp, and now my back faces him.
The stone is rough and bites into my skin, but the discomfort barely even registers when he pushes me down, bending me over the cold, hard surface of the tombstone.
“You can’t run from me now.” My heart pounds and my mind thinks of how wrong this is, but the thought disappears when I feel the hard sting of his hand coming down on my bare ass.
The sound of the slap and my following yelp echoes through the graveyard. The sting fades, but so does the satisfaction. When the pain eases, it only makes me feel more desperate.
I wiggle my hips, trying to give my clit some sensation.
My obvious attempt at friction causes him to chuckle.
“You like that, don’t you?” I nod and wiggle my hips back into him, a silent beg for more.
His hands grip my hips, his fingers dig into my flesh as he aligns himself behind me.
“Tell me you want it,” he demands, his voice almost a rumble.
“I want it.” My voice is trembling with my need for him. “Please, fuck me…”
He doesn’t need me to tell him twice. In one swift motion, he slams into me, his cock stretching me wide and filling me completely.
All of the air in my lungs escapes me as my front is pushed harder into the tombstone.
My fingers are in a frenzy, trying to find any divot in the stone I can hold onto.
His thrusts are deep, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say he was punishing me with how far he’s forcing himself to go.
“Goddammit, Cat.” Every word he speaks cracks against me like a whip, in unison with his strokes.
“This body answers to me.” I whimper in response, my body writhing beneath his as he fucks me with brutal force.
The pain I feel in his hold only heightens my pleasure, and when his cock hits that spot inside of me over and over, it sends lightning bolts through my body.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he grunts out, his thrusts growing harder and faster.
“I knew it the second I touched you, how amazing you would feel.”
“Pl-please,” I gasp, even though my voice is barely audible over the sound of our bodies slamming together. His hands slide up my back to grip my shoulders, pulling my body into his.
“Let me feel your greedy pussy squeeze my dick. That’s right, unravel for me.” I fall apart at once, the tightness in my core begins to flood my body. I feel myself convulsing, but he doesnt stop, he just fucks me through it. His movements are erratic and I know he’s close.
I feel him shift behind me, his body pulling away, and he whimpers. “I could watch you suck my dick with your pussy, over and over. That’s exactly what it’s doing. It’s pulling me in, twitching around me like it’s starving with every—with every. Goddammit.”
I shudder and a breathy cry escapes me as my body quivers from my own orgasm as he slams into me one final time.
I feel his pulsating cock and a flood of warmth spreads throughout my body when he comes inside of me.
I finally collapse over the tombstone when my legs give out beneath me.
His hands are still locked on my hips when he slowly pulls out of me.
I’m shaking so hard, I can barely breathe.
His eyes drag over my body, the dirt, the blood.
I guess leaning over a jagged piece of stone isn’t too good for the sensitive skin on your stomach because his eyes widen, and he looks concerned.
“I’m fine, it’s just a scratch,” I say. He nods, his breath still wrecked, just like mine.
He draws me into him and I let my body go lax in his grip, knowing I can’t stand on my own.
Zedediah is dangerous; he’s both the blade and the balm—the thing that cuts me open then puts me back together with pieces of himself, especially pieces I didn’t even know I needed. “You’re mine,” he says before nestling into my matted hair. He doesn’t just own me, he consumes me.