Page 62 of Silent Stalker

She whimpers, her ass pressing back against me.

"Your body speaks to me. It tells me how much you want this."

"I don't," she insists, her voice shaking. "I don't want it."

With a harsh laugh, I pull her hair back, exposing the graceful arch of her neck. "Your words say one thing, but your body tells another story."

I sample her with a gentle bite, drinking in her startled breath like the first taste of a feast. Her resistance only serves to heighten my arousal, the thrill of the hunt.

"Please," she whimpers. "It's too much."

I chuckle, my free hand sliding down to squeeze her ass. My thumb rubs over the still-healing mark of my name carved into her. "You can take it. I know you, my goddess. You want to be pushed, don't you?"

"Yes," she breathes, the word reverent, like a confession.

Hearing her desire so bluntly stated sends a rush of possessiveness through me. She's mine to corrupt, to steer down the path of darkness.

"Good," I growl. "Because I'm just getting started."

Her body is still pressed against the rough bark, contrasting soft skin and hardwood a feast for my eyes. I hold her throat in an iron grip with one hand. My other hand trails down, fingers teasing the slick heat between her thighs.

"You don't want this?" I snarl, rubbing my cock against her entrance. "Your body says otherwise, Clara."

She looks over her shoulder at me. "Please, stop. I don't want this. Let me go."

I can feel how wet she is, how much she craves this. My thumb teases her clit, making her gasp and squirm.

"Liar," I breathe, my lips against her ear. "You can't hide your desire from me."

"No," she whispers, her voice thick with need. "I don't want—oh, God, Silas!"

I slam into her, claiming her with one brutal thrust. Her scream of pleasure echoes through the forest, sending a jolt of satisfaction through me. I hold her tight, buried deep inside her, and look into her eyes, unflinching.

"You like that, don't you?" I growl, my voice harsh with desire. "You like being taken hard. Being fucked rough against a tree."

Her chest heaves as she struggles to catch her breath. "No, I—please, stop."

Her words are like fuel on the fire, making my desire burn hotter. I pull out slowly, making her whimper, then slam back into her. Over and over, my thrusts become more savage, driven by the thrill of taking her like this.

"Say it," I demand, my hands bruising her delicate skin. "Tell me how much you want this."

"I don't—I can't—" She breaks off with a cry as I hit a sensitive spot.

"You can't what?" I taunt. "Tell me you don't like me marking you? Or that you don't want to feel me pumping my hot cum deep inside you?"

Her cheeks flush with arousal, and she bites her lip, struggling for words. "I can't?—"

I slap her ass, the sound loud in the quiet forest. "You can't what? Tell me, Clara."

She gasps.

"Do you want me to stop?" I murmur, my lips grazing her ear. With each push of my hips, her pussy grips me tighter, betraying her words. I flick my tongue against her earlobe, tasting the salt of her skin.

She bucks wildly, her body arching. "Yes, stop, I—" Her words devolve into a moan as I slam into her with deliberate force. "Oh, God, I don't—I can't?—"

"You can." I nip at her ear, reveling in the raw, animalistic sounds coming from her throat. "Come for me, Clara. Come all over my cock."

Her head falls back, baring her long neck. It invites me to taste her, to mark her. I oblige, sucking gently, leaving a trail of dark purple bruises along her creamy skin.

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