Page 35 of Carnival Stalker

Her hands move to my face, her touch gentle, even as I dominate her body. “It’s crazy, but I want you.”

Her words fuel my obsession, and I groan, my hips moving uncontrollably. “I’m yours, baby. Always and forever. But you’re mine too, and no one will ever take you from me.”

I kiss her then, fiercely, desperately, claiming her lips with the same fervor as I claim her body.

Tilly matches my passion, her kisses fueling the fire burning inside me.

Our bodies move together in perfect sync, our hearts pounding as one. The night air is electric, and the trees seem to dance with the intensity of our desire.

I feel the coil in my abdomen tighten, and my grip on Tilly’s waist becomes bruising as I hold her in place, not wanting this moment to end.

“I’m going to breed you, baby. Mark you as mine forever.” The force of our movements causes the branches above to sway. The moonlight filters through the leaves, dappling Tilly’s skin with silvery light.

My favorite part of fucking her is when she’s wild and helpless, consumed by the same fire that burns within me. I want to consume her, brand her with my touch so deeply that no one will ever be able to take her from me.

“You like the sound of that, don’t you, baby? My cock filling you up, marking you as mine,” I growl, my lips hovering over her ear.

“Yes,” she breathes, her nails digging into my shoulders. “I do.”

She meets my thrusts with her desperate movements, afeverish need in her eyes. Knowing someone could find us like this here in the woods only adds to the thrill.

The coil in my abdomen tightens further, an electric pulse shooting through me with each thrust. I’m close, and I want Tilly to explode with me.

“Come for me, baby,” I command, moving one hand down to rub circles over her clit. “I want to feel you tighten around my cock.”

Tilly whimpers, her body shaking as she teeters on the edge. I thrust harder, needing to feel her fall apart around me.

“That’s it, baby, let go,” I whisper, my lips brushing against hers.

As if on cue, her body shudders, a cry escaping her as she climaxes. The vibrations ripple through me, pushing me over the edge.

“Fuck,” I groan, my hips stuttering as I release inside her. “Oh, God—So fucking perfect?—”

I bury my face in her neck, my teeth scraping her skin as I fight for control. Finally, I surrender to the pleasure, my body shuddering with the force of my release.

For a moment, we stand there, breathless, our hearts pounding in unison. I tighten my grip on Tilly, unwilling to let her go, even as my body begins to slip from its high.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmur, kissing her neck. “All mine.”

Tilly’s chest rises and falls rapidly, her eyes closed as she revels in the aftershocks. I feel a rush of possessiveness as I realize she just gave me everything—her pleasure, her release, her trust.

I stroke my hands up and down her back, soothing her as she comes down from her high. The reality of what just happened begins to sink in, and I feel a surge of protectiveness.

“I know I shouldn’t have taken you like this out here in the open,” I admit. “But I needed you, and I couldn’t wait.”

She turns her face toward me, her eyes shining in the moonlight.

Tilly starts to shake in the aftermath of our passion as if she’s just now realizing what happened. She tries to squirm out of my arms, her eyes darting around like a trapped animal. Her sudden fear scrapes my nerves like a knife, and my mouth flattens into a thin line.

“What the hell are you doing? Get off me!” She slaps my arms, her nails digging into my skin.

I tighten my grip, irritation coursing through me. “Calm down, Tilly. There’s no need for that.”

“No need? You tied me up, drugged me, faked my death, and now you’re manhandling me in the middle of the damn woods! Of course, there’s a need!” She struggles against me, her feet kicking out.

My patience, already thin, snaps. I spin her around and pin her back against my chest, capturing her wrists in one of my hands. “Listen, you little brat,” I growl, my lips close to her ear. “You tried to run away. Do you know how dangerous that is? Anything could have happened to you out here.”

She tries to wriggle free, but I hold her firmly in place. “You need to be punished for this,” I mutter, planting soft kisses along her jaw, hoping to soothe her even as Ithreaten her. “You must learn that running from me isn’t an option.”

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