Page 69 of Soft Tissue Damage
My heart sinks. It was too much to hope that she wouldn’t be furious with me for the underhanded way I tasted her pussy in the dark.
Elena flicks her gaze up to mine. “I want you to show me.”
With a final, breathless glance at me, she runs, her almost naked body fleeing into the trees. I watch her in shock, staring at the little flashes of red from the soles of her shoes.
She wants me to show her?
No.
She wants me tochaseher.
A smile spreads over my lips, and heat and lust risethrough my body. Elena wants to know the man I really am. She wants me to prove I’m obsessed with her and only her. I’ll prove it all goddamn night until her legs are shaking and she’s begging me to let her catch her breath.
But I have to hunt her down first.
In just a few seconds, she’s disappeared from view, but the garden isn’t very big, and she can’t get out. I can hunt her at my leisure.
“Elena,” I call in a singsong voice, slowly walking after her. She’s disappeared farther in, and I move to the top left-hand side so I can circle around in a clockwise direction. “There’s no point hiding from me. You’re locked in this garden, and I’m the one who has the key. Come out and show yourself.”
I listen carefully.
Silence.
I laugh softly. My body is tingling all over, and my cock is thickening knowing she’s somewhere close by, naked and vulnerable, perhaps with her hands over her mouth to smother the sound of her breathing.
“When I catch you, I’m going to fuck you. Be a good girl and show yourself, and I promise I’ll be gentle.”
I’m sure she can hear the lie in my voice.
We’re too far gone for gentle.
I look for her behind bushes and around tree trunks. My fingers trail over daisies and azaleas. “There’s no escape, darlin’. Step out where I can see you.”
I hear the snap of a twig, and my head turns fast in that direction. My eyes narrow, but I see nothing in thedarkened garden. A little more forcefully, I call, “Elena, you’re not being a good girl.”
My blood is singing with the thrill of the chase. She must be close by, and yet when I take a look down the length of the garden, I catch a glimpse of her about a hundred feet away. How did she get so far ahead of me so quickly?
Then I see her high-heeled shoes discarded on the grass. So that’s how. She doesn’t want to walk to stop those heels from sinking into the soft ground. She wants to run.
I pick up my pace. I thought this was going to be easy, but Elena is making me work for it. By now, her heart must be thundering as hard as mine, hers with fear and adrenaline, and mine with anticipation.
“The longer you make me search for you, the rougher I’m going to be with your body,” I call. “I’ve never fucked a virgin before. Do you think you’ll scream when I make you mine? I hope you will, Elena.”
Something pale ducks behind a tree. I round it, but she’s not there.
Where the fuck did she go?
I glance around. There are bushes nearby. She must have bent double and crouch-walked away. I take three long strides, and spot her, trying to conceal herself among some flowers.
“There you are.”
I loop an arm around Elena’s waist and drag her out until she’s flush against my chest, naked but for her soaked underwear, the tips of her toes just brushing the ground asshe struggles against me. I push my other hand into her hair and grip her tight.
“Got you,” I seethe in her ear.
The soles of her feet and her knees are dirty. There are small leaves snagged in her hair. The sight of her like this is so alluring that I breathe hard, inhaling her delicate scent.
Elena goes limp, all the fight going out of her.
