Page 28 of Burn it Down

She’s mine. Every fucking inch of her and I’m about to prove that to her.

The woods are still and silent except for the crunch of my boots.

I could grab her now, but I’m enjoying this. I want her exhausted and panting when I finally get my hands on her.

I slow down just enough to watch her. Her wavy blonde hair is flying behind her and then there's the determined twist of herhips as she darts between trees. Every move she makes feeds something primal inside me. I’ve never wanted anything the way I want her. She’s wild. She wants me as much as I want her. She’s so willing to be chased that it makes me almost come in my jeans thinking about it.

Lakynn’s nervous laughter echoes, and it’s the most perfect sound I’ve ever heard. It vibrates through my chest and settles in my bones. I feel her in every step I take. She’s always been the pulse beneath my skin. The hunger in my gut.

And tonight, I get to feed that hunger.

She’s a few yards ahead, panting, glancing back over her shoulder to look for me. Her lips are parted, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wild.

Perfect.

I launch forward at a dead run, and she screams. It’s part thrill, part anticipation. She tries her hardest to throw me off, veering deeper into the trees, but I’m not holding back anymore. I catch her just as she rounds a thick pine, tackling her into the ground and pinning her body beneath mine.

She gasps, laughing breathlessly as I press my weight down.

I grip her wrists and pin them above her head.

“You ran, baby,” I growl against her ear. “You knew what would happen if you ran.”

Her body arches under mine but doesn’t say a word

“Good fucking girl,” I tell her just before I crush my mouth to hers. It’s a feral and claiming kiss. My body grinds into hers through our clothes. I can’t hold back so I use one hand to reach down and unbutton her jeans, pushing them and her panties down enough so I can feel how wet she is.

“Fuck,” I whisper, voice hoarse. “You’re soaked for me and I’ve barely even touched you yet.”

“I’ve been waiting for this,” she breathes. “Waiting for you.”

I rip open her shirt and shove the torn fabric aside. My fingers fumble with her jeans, trying to get them all the way off without hurting her. I should slow down. I should savor this. But I’m shaking. Desperate. I need to be inside of her.

I slip two of my fingers through her folds, then slide them inside of her. Her back bows off the cold ground in a silent plea.

“Do you like that, baby?” I ask her. I’m trying so hard not to rush this. It’s her first time, and if I bury myself to the hilt, she’ll be sore for days.

“More,” she begs, and I give it to her.

I thrust my fingers in deep and slow, curling them just right, while my mouth closes over her nipple, sucking hard.

She cries out, her hands flying to my hair, tangling, pulling.

“You’re so fucking sweet,” I mutter, licking up her chest, breathing her in. “I’ve thought about the way your body would fit in my hands, and it does. Perfect, like you were made for me, Lake.”

I kiss her mouth, swallowing every noise she makes.

I won’t fuck her until she comes. I need her to fall apart so I can fill her and empty everything I’ve got inside her sweet little body.

I rub her clit while my fingers work inside her, feeling her tighten. Her pussy clenches around my fingers so sweetly, so fucking perfect, like she was made for me. I imagine the way she’ll feel wrapped around my cock. So tight, wet, and desperate. The thought makes my hips grind into her thigh, my cock aching with the need to be inside her.

"You’re gonna take me so well," I whisper, licking up her neck. "You’re gonna let me fuck you so deep, baby. You were made for this. You were made forme."

I graze my teeth along her throat and bite, not enough to hurt, but enough to mark her. Her moan stokes the fire that’s already roaring through me.

“I’m gonna breed you, Lake,” I growl into her skin. “Stuff you full until my cum’s dripping down your thighs. I want your belly swollen with my baby. Want the whole fucking world to know you belong to me.”

“I’m gonna come,” she gasps because my girl must like the visual I just gave her.

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