Page 107 of Relentless Sinner

I move toward her silently, watching her as I get closer.

She’s gazing at the water, looking at the silver glow of moonlight touching the surface. It touches her, too, covering her from head to toe as though protecting her from the darkness and monsters like me.

The wind picks up her hair, carrying it about her shoulders like a cape. Or wings. The thought makes me think of her as the caged bird again.

Would she fly away from me if she could?

If I set her free would she leave me?

She can hear my footsteps now as I draw near. Her back goes straight and she glances over her shoulder, her hair sweeping up into the air as she looks at me.

It makes her look more like a dream.

I stop a breath away and she turns to face me, a faint smile on her face.

“I hope you didn’t come out here to be alone.” I tilt my head and take in the pensive look on her face.

“When has that ever worked on you?” There’s a slight edge to her voice.

“Never. So I assume you came out here because you knew I’d follow.”

A little smile pulls on her lips and she backs away. “Maybe. But you looked busy again.”

“I’ve been busy all night.” I step forward, following her.

“You have.”

She turns and walks ahead into the woods. I catch up to her and pull her back to me. “What is it?”

“Nothing.”

“Something’s up with you.”

“I just needed some air.”

She’s lying. Just from that solemn look on her face I can tell she’s concerned about Estelle but doesn’t want to confess it. I’ve gotten to know her so well. Gabriella is the kind of woman who doesn’t like to appear jealous of another even when she is.

By the same token, I’m the kind of man who won’t hesitate to show you how he feels. And now that I have her all to myself that’s exactly what I plan to do.

“Guess what?” I brush my nose along hers.

“What?”

“I need you again.”

“Me?” Her voice is low and searching, like she’s trying to find something meaningful to hold on to.

“You. I need to fuck you again.” I press my mouth to hers and kiss her hard, silencing any further questions.

Instantly she molds her soft curves to my harsh body, feeling like balm on my soul. I grip a handful of her hair and tilt her head back so I can devour her mouth, then I push her little dress up to her waist, feel for her panties, and shove them aside.

I finger her pussy just because I want to feel how wet she is.

She’s soaked. Fuck. I fucking love her body and how easily she responds to me. I pump into her and she moans into my mouth, yielding to my touch.

The need to be inside her surges through me, making me lose control.

I pull my fingers out of her pussy then shove her up against the thick oak tree beside us.

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