Page 58 of Violent Cravings

Chapter 32

Ryan

She’s staring at me with such horror in her eyes that I'm instantly flooded with regret. I don't know how I expected her to react to seeing me out of the blue after a year, but the way she's looking at me now certainly doesn't elate me in any way.

She looks hurt and frightened, and it that impression is only magnified when she takes off her giant sunglasses to inspect me more closely. It’s as if she can't trust her eyes.

"Ryan," she breathes out eventually in a voice laced with disbelief.

Her eyes never moving from mine, she jumps up from the bench, and it’s obvious to me that she‘s shaking uncontrollably all over. The vibrant green of her eyes can’t hide the glistening threat of tears. A fresh breeze ruffles her messy hair, causing random strands to stick to the curve of her jawline, damp with sweat from her strenuous hike.

"Ryan," she repeats. She snans the length of me from head to toe, and then she locks eyes with me again, still shaking her head in disbelief.

I don't know how to interpret the way she‘s looking at me. I don't know anything right now. I haven't thought any of this through. I put off revealing myself to her because I wasn't even sure if I should let her know I was here at all.

But now that she knows, there's no turning back. She knows I'm here. She knows I followed her up here, and she knows I came all the way to California to find her.

In that sense, she knows more than I do at the moment. I’m standing here not knowing what to do, and for all I know, she's long since moved on and is anything but happy to see me.

Those fears are proven wrong a moment later when she cries out my name in desperate relief and darts towards me, stumbling right into my open arms.

I embrace her without thinking twice, and as I press her against my chest, I'm filled with a soothing warmth that I haven't felt in nearly a year, not since I had to let her go.

I try to ignore the taunting voice in my head.

She's dangerous. She's not good for you. You will lose yourself in her.

Frankly, I don't care about all of that right now. All I care about is the phenomenal sensation that takes a hold of me, now that she's back in my arms.

She buries her face against my chest, shaking and sobbing, her tears wetting my shirt.

"My doll," I whisper, stroking my fingers soothingly through her hair, but then I grab her ponytail and gently pull on it to force her head back.

She lifts her head instantly and looks up at me through teary eyes, her lower lip trembling as she whispers, "My master."

My lips crush into hers with violent need, claiming her like I've never claimed anyone before. My tongue greedily invades her mouth, and our bodies press tightly against one another, aching to be one. She responds hungrily, breathing heavily and her fingers clawing into my back as she tries to pull me even closer.

We break our kiss only to stare at each other, both gasping for air. Her green eyes are filled with unspoken questions, but she's not ready to pose any of them.

"I've missed you so much," she breathes. "You have no idea."

"Oh, I think I do," I reply, silencing her with another deep kiss.

I may have come up here with no plan whatsoever, but as I'm holding her now, finally tasting her soft lips again, I know there's only one thing I really need to do.

I need to have her. All of her. Now.

My brain is no longer functioning, having lost all its blood supply, which has redirected to my cock, now pressing as hard as iron against her middle.

"I need to fuck you," I whisper into her ear, her ponytail still wrapped in a tight grip as I pull her head back. "Now."

"Yes," she breathes, and I can feel her body heat rising next to me. "Yes, you do."

"Be good for me, doll," I tell her, before scooping her up, my hands digging into the flesh of her ass.

She wraps her legs around my waist, her lips seeking mine again, stealing kisses as I turn back on the path from which we both came.

"No, here, now," she insists, breathing out the words through our kiss. She points toward a hard-to-see turnoff further up the path, shielded by bushes. I catch her gaze for reassurance, and she smiles at me mischievously.

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