Page 52 of Stalker

I stopped only a few feet away, allowing her to grasp what awaited her. I yanked the mask up to my nose, needing to taste her. Just as a scream bubbled up from her throat, I lunged forward, capturing the sound before it escaped. The feel of my lips crushing hers pushed my cock to a full state of arousal.

With the full weight of my body, I pressed her against the tree, yanking one arm over her head before the other. Every action I took was methodical, slow and easy, yet she still dropped the flashlight. Instead of the bulb exploding as it crashed against a tree limb, it provided a perfect stream of light.

The accented glow was almost close to adding the evocative addition to the moment. I thrust my tongue inside her mouth, tasting both her fear and a hint of something sweet and delectable.

Cinnamon.

With the taste infusing my senses, her perfume adding to the high-octane moment, I was in no rush to end the task.

I could kiss her soft lips for hours.

The fight in her was surprising. When she managed to shove both her palms against me, she gained just enough space to bolt free. Without hesitating, she took off running, her long hair flying behind her.

Did she honestly think I’d allow her to remain free from my clutches for very long?

As soon as I had her in my arms, the desire for her became even stronger.

“A very naughty girl. What am I going to do with you?” I eased her down slowly, ensuring our bodies were locked together. When I cracked my hand against her bottom, she yelped, but her shadowed expression was just another indication of the woman hiding below her conservative surface.

I smacked my palm across her bottom several additional times until she tried to push away from me once again. This time, I drove her into a tree, her laugh indicating she was startled.

I wrapped one hand around both her wrists as I brushed my other palm down her arm to her neck, allowing my fingers to trace the contour of her luscious body. Just being able to dominate her tongue, sucking on the tip was joyful as fuck.

She writhed in my hold, arching her back so I was easily able to press my hard cock between her legs. When I broke the kiss, we were both panting like animals.

“My Lady Butterfly. Now, you’re mine.”

“The game isn’t over yet.”

The moment I wrapped my fingers one at a time around her throat, she stiffened. The fear was once again palpable and her eyes were locked onto mine.

As I squeezed, she seemed to stand taller, refusing to give into her terror. That only made me want her that much more. It was almost as if she was daring me to do something harsher, perhaps punishing her for some misdeed.

Perhaps for fantasizing about the darkness, indulging in a taste of twisted kink.

When I rolled my fingers underneath her breast, she wiggled in my hold.

Only when I curled the hem of her sweatshirt into my hand did she actively attempt to escape. She would soon learn there was no getting away from me.

Her whimpers and moans continued, but grew softer now as I bit her bottom lip. She arched her back more than before, grinding her hips against mine. There was no doubt she knew exactly what I hungered for.

Just the feeling of having her body crushed against mine was a powerful aphrodisiac, but tonight I’d maintain control.

Tonight was all about a taste.

Touching, not taking.

Restraint wasn’t my greatest attribute.

I slid my hand under her shirt, teasing her already taut nipple by flicking the tip of my finger back and forth across the lace. The feel was magnificent, my mouth watering to suck and bite down.

She did her best to turn her head, even ripping her lip from my teeth.

I yanked the bra up further on her chest, exposing her voluptuous breasts. The shimmer of light from the fallen flashlight provided a perfect halo as I basked in her beauty.

Then something caught my eye.

A mole.

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