Page 26 of His to Fear
Casting a quick look behind her, she sees the tractor I parked there, with the torches littering the railing all burned out, still faintly blistering with the glow from having been lit before.
She makes a run toward it, but I’m faster. Within a few steps, I’m onto her, pushing her back toward the tractor and trapping her in.
She can’t escape me. From the look in her eyes, I know she doesn’t want to.
“I love the smell of your fear. So fucking delicious.”
I slide my hands to her throat, the desire to choke her filling my fantasy, and I squeeze gently. She gasps, and I notice the way she clenches her thighs together. It makes me groan, fire licking me up from the inside.
“If you’re a good girl, I might let you come this time.”
“H-how do I know you’re not a murderer?”
She can barely get out a breath as she asks.
“You should have thought of that before you decided to flirt with a stranger.”
I’m not going to kill her, and she should know that, but I think her fear is what’s making her even more aroused. I put the axe to the side, removing my black leather gloves painfully slow. She watches me every second, taking me in from how I fold the sleeves of my shirt over my elbows, revealing full-sleeved tattoos depicting a beautiful forest in black and white.
The first home I ever made my own—the forest.
I catch her by surprise when I hike her dress over her waist, hooking my thumbs into the hemline of her sexy tights andpanties before pulling them down. I’m careful not to rip the fabric. Fuck knows how protective women are over their goddamn tights.
Using both hands, I lift her onto the hood of the tractor. Handling her like a marionette doll, hearing the aroused breaths she takes, I know I’m in my element. I’m in control.
Nothing can hurt me here. Nor can anything hurt her.
Two broken souls connecting in the way only they know how.
I have to go down on my knees before her to spread her beautiful, supple thighs, grabbing a handful.
“I want to devour you. Make you realize you’remine. You can’t fucking escape me now,min dödsängel.The deities won’t allow it.”
Her sharp intake of breath is all I need as approval. I put my mask in my back pocket before diving right in, pushing my tongue against her clit and stroking it in long, languid motions. I hold onto her thighs for dear life, spreading her open for me and eating her out.
When she grinds against me, I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m fucking yearning for her, grunting and enjoying every second of making her feel ecstatic.
Her body violently trembles as she leans back against the hood to keep her balance, whimpering and moaning.
I don’t stop. Not even when she appears to be on the edge of passing out. Licking and sucking, squeezing her thighs, she comes all over my face, muffling her scream. Muscles twitching with intensity, sweat coats her forehead as I finally look up at her. Her eyes are shimmering with unshed tears, the intensity wrecking her on the inside.
“Good fucking girl,” I praise, eyes sparking in delight.
Embarrassment causes a blush to creep over her cheeks, and it’s fucking adorable and sexy all at the same time. She looks away, and I use my thumb and forefinger to draw her face in mydirection again, smirking at her.
“How much more do you think you can take?”
She flushes again, and I take that as my cue to lift her into my arms, forcing her legs to straddle my waist.
I hold her up by one hand, using the other to remove my belt before pressing myself against her.
“Can you take it?” I challenge.
She looks terrified as she stares into my eyes. I tease her opening, staring into her gorgeously brown eyes.
“More importantly, do you want to?”
She visibly swallows before nodding, sealing her fate along with mine.
