Page 14 of Shattered Souls
I can feel the heat of his breath against the back of my neck, and before his fingers can reach out and grab me, I grab ahold of the back of a pew, using it to change trajectory as I run between the benches to the far side.
A hysterical laugh bursts from my chest as he growls, before quickly changing direction to pursue me once more. My gaze darts frantically around the ruins in search of an escape route until I spot an archway that leads outside. The door is missing, and putting on a burst of speed, I race through it and into the overgrown cemetery.
The moonlight is brighter out here, lighting my way as I weave between the forgotten headstones. I can no longer feel the bite of winter against my flushed skin as I run like my life depends on it.
My heartbeat whooshes in my ears, and I so badly want to look behind me and see where Grayson is, but I don’t dare. I canfeel him close by as I sprint between the crumbling graves, my heart pounding and anticipation thrashing in my veins.
Against the soft grass, Grayson’s footsteps are indecipherable behind me, but I can feel his presence hot on my heels. With every step, the tension between us crackles in the air, electrifying and exhilarating. It’s a game of cat and mouse, only there’s nothing playful about the way his intense, predatory energy consumes the space between us.
It’s primal, raw, and entirely exhilarating—fleeing from a predator yet secretly hoping to be caught.
In the final moments before his fingers reach out and grab me, time seems to slow, each heartbeat echoing in my ears like a drumroll of anticipation. My breath comes in ragged gasps, the cold night air burning in my lungs.
I feel the heat emanating from his body seconds before his fingers slide into my hair, fisting the back of my head and dragging me backward.
My back meets his hard chest, and he uses his grip on my hair to tilt my head to the side, exposing my neck. His breath dances over the shell of my ear, heavy with exertion and need.
“You might be able to run from reality, Riley,” Grayson growls, his voice low and menacing. “But there is no running fromme.”
As if to cement his point, he sinks his teeth into the tender flesh of my neck, sucking on the skin until it’s raw and bruised.
Releasing me, he runs his tongue over the bite before using his hold on the back of my head to force me to my knees right there in the middle of the cemetery. The ground is unforgiving against my knees, but it’s a welcome pain—a pleasurable one.
No more words are needed as he shoves me forward onto my hands before flipping up the back of my dress. My panties are wrenched to the side before he drives two fingers roughly into my tight channel.
I cry out at the intrusion, my back bowing as he finger fucks me. I’m so wet already that I can hear the squelch of my excitement with every powerful thrust of his fingers.
“There is no outrunningthis,”Grayson growls from behind me as he continues to destroy my pussy and send me careening head-first toward what I already know is going to be an intense orgasm. “There is no outrunning the fact that you. Are. Mine.” He presses down on the bundle of nerves as he says those last three words until I detonate on his fingers with a scream that bounces off the headstones and drifts into the sky.
My pussy is still spasming with aftershocks when I feel his blunt head pressed against my entrance before he slams inside in one long thrust.
“Fuuck,”he hisses when he’s fully seated inside me. His fingers dig into the skin of my hips with enough force that I know I’ll have bruises tomorrow. “I won’t ever get enough of this. The way you strangle my cock, Tempest. Holy fuck.”
He moves then, pulling back before slamming in. He uses his hold on my hips to yank my ass back into him, sending him impossibly deeper as I whimper and moan.
My fingertips dig into the earth beneath my hands. Soil embeds beneath my nails, and my arms tremble as I struggle to remain on my knees against the crashing waves of pleasure rolling through me.
“Grayson.”
“Fuck,” he hisses. Leaning over me, he fists my hair and forces me to arch my spine. It limits his movement, but the new angle has his dick hitting the perfect spot as I moan louder. He sucks on the other side of my neck, leaving a matching mark before he rasps, “Say my name again.”
“Grayson,” I cry out, my voice a breathless plea as I teeter on the edge of oblivion.
“Fuck, I love it when you say my name like that while you cream my cock.”
God.I’m a sucker for dirty talk, and his filthy words send me careening over the edge. Birds take flight from nearby trees, and I’m sure the ghosts that haunt this graveyard are peering out at us from behind their headstones as I scream out in pleasure.
Grayson grunts in my ear as my pussy squeezes the cum from his cock until we’re both left sated and breathless. My limbs are jelly as I collapse onto the ground, feeling our combined release drip out of me.
I’m still half out of it when I feel Grayson push open my thighs, and I raise onto my elbows to peer at him over my shoulder. His eyes are glued on the junction between my legs, and he stares enraptured, as if incapable of looking away. I’m about to ask what he’s doing when his fingers press against my entrance. A moan slips past my lips before I can swallow it back, and his gaze snaps to mine as he pushes our cum back inside me.
“Need to make sure you’re still carrying my seed when we get home. I want them to smell me all over you.”
Holding my stare, he makes my pussy flood with renewed heat when he slaps my inner thigh before smirking and fixing my panties back into place.
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