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Bella

Rain.

It pelted against the windows, the pinging sounds vibrating as much as my body hummed with tickling electricity. In the distance thunder rumbled, the single flash of lightning causing my heart to race.

I pushed up from the bed, my fingers still clinging around the soft sheets. I wasn’t afraid, just curious as to where he’d gone. I eased from under the covers, planting my feet on the hard wooden floor. I was drained yet excited, longing to see him, the man who’d saved my life.

The room was dark, a single candle flickering from the light breeze coming in through the open window. I was drawn to the scent of night blooming jasmine and wet grass, inhaling the luscious fragrances as I took my first step toward the set of French doors.

Another rumble of thunder vibrated all the way to my toes, my mind spinning as I brushed my hand across my face. Every inch of my body felt as if it was on fire, electrocuted by the blue neon flashes of Mother Nature.

I listened for any other telltale sounds that he was hiding in the shadows but couldn’t sense his presence. The silence was almost too much, the longing to hear more of the storm all I could think about.

As I neared the doors, my entire mind was pitching into thinking about when he’d kissed me, held me.

Licked me.

Disciplined me.

Fucked me.

A smile crossed my face. All I wanted was for him to come take me, using me as he wanted. There was no doubt he’d be rough when he came, tying me to the bed or to the chandelier. It was overwhelming to think about how much I craved his firm hand, longing to please him. It was silly really, something that I shouldn’t crave.

But I did.

The anticipation of being with him forced a knot into my stomach and I could swear I sensed him breathing. I took a deep breath, trying to squelch the anxiety, throwing open the doors with both hands. As my face was pelted by the sideways rain, I opened my mouth and closed my eyes, tipping my head toward the blackened sky.

Another flash crisscrossed the sky and I threw my arms out, my lingerie immediately soaked. An outline of the gorgeous landscaping added to the perfect nuance but quickly darkness enshrouded the area, bringing another wave of ominous shadows. The feeling of being so completely free was intensified by the storm as well as the continued thumping of my heart. I’d never had another experience like this, so invigorating while terrifying at the same time.

Was he close? Was he preparing to take me as he’d done before, making good on his promise that I’d always belong to him? The fact he remained silent even though I could feel him, my blood boiling because of it meant he enjoyed playing his games. Cat and mouse.

The hunter and the prey.

Longing to feel the rain, I tore off my nightgown, tossing it aside and basking in the feeling of being completely naked. It was heavenly. As I walked onto the balcony one step at a time, drops of rain pelted against my skin, adding to the level of excitement.

Another jolt of lightning and I gasped, laughing afterwards. As the breeze picked up, tickling my skin even more than before, I moved to the iron railing, grasping it and rising onto my toes. I was three stories above the ground, just enough to be dangerous but so exciting. This had to be what a bird felt like flying high in the sky.

My hair was plastered to my skin, my pussy aching as the longing increased. Suddenly, I felt his presence, as if he’d been watching me from the darkest part of the room. I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside of me, pushing every boundary as he fucked me like a wild animal. I didn’t turn around, but I could feel him getting closer, waiting for the right moment to strike, a panther dragging his prey to his lair.

I was able to smell him, the intensity of his exotic aftershave permeating my nose as well as my skin. I wanted him to speak, to break the silence but I’d learned a long time ago that savages never spoke, they simply took what they wanted.

And they fucked.

But as he’d done before, he surprised me, issuing a slight bellow toward the forest, as if calling the other beasts in the wild. Maybe he was laying claim in a way he hadn’t done before. He was primal, his needs sadistic but I craved the pain, the rush of adrenaline I felt from the attack of endorphins.

Even now, I could barely breathe from the raging anticipation, fighting the urge to run as I usually did. Yet he did so adore chasing me, hunting me in the forest. It was our game, the togetherness something I’d yearned for my entire life.

He’d known it.

He’d sensed it.

That was one reason he’d selected me above all the others he could have.

So I could dance for him, providing him with a release from his demons.

And surrender to his every need.

“Do you want me, perfect dancer?’ he asked in his husky voice.

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