Page 65 of Gothikana

‘If I had sex with a stranger, yes, Mr Deverell.’ Her words came out more breathless than she’d intended.

‘Then would a stranger know the fears of your mind?’ he demanded, his teeth scouring the side of her neck. ‘Would a stranger know that you like to break the rules, that you like doing the exact things people tell you not to do, that you get shy when someone givesyou attention and bold when you think no one is watching? Would a stranger know the hunger in your soul? Would he feed it as I have?’

No, no, he wouldn’t.

‘You’ve lied to me.’ Corvina closed her eyes, knowing she couldn’t move if he didn’t want her to.

‘By omission,’ he admitted.

‘I can’t give my trust to a liar.’

‘And I can’t give the truth to someone I don’t trust not to flee yet.’ He pressed a kiss on her earlobe. ‘You earn my trust and I earn yours, and you’ll get all the answers you want.’

‘And until then?’ Corvina truly questioned her sanity at this point.

‘Until then’ — he bit the skin where her sweater had drooped to expose her shoulder — ‘I teach you.’

His words came with him freeing her hands and pulling her skirt up her hips, exposing her ass to the cold air. He tugged her panties to the side, and found her shamefully wet, a chuckle escaping him at her drenched heat. ‘A stranger, she says. Would you be soaking your thighs for a stranger?’

Corvina felt a flush crawl up her as he pulled his zipper down behind her. Resting her forehead against the trunk of the tree, she held the sides of it just as he entered her with one clean thrust. Her body pushed up to her toes, the angle making her head roll back to his shoulder, a loud moan leaving her throat at the fullness.

‘You want to know who I am?’ He punched his hips harshly againsther.

‘I’slam‘am’slam‘your’slam‘madness.’

He bit the side of her neck, wild in his passion. ‘I’m in your head, in your blood, in your very veins. I’ve claimed you before anything else ever could. Your body, your heart, your mind, your fucking soul, it’s all mine. Your hunger is mine to feed, your madness is mine to tame. Do you feel that?’

She felt it. She felt it from her toes that were curled clinging to the ground to her thighs burning with the weight to her pussy being rammed repeatedly to her nipples scraping against the bark of the tree to her neck throbbing from the bite of his teeth to her eyes burning with the overload of stimuli all over her body. She felt him own her, possess her, consume her until she was nothing but trembling sensation.

He tugged her hair. ‘Do you feel that?’

‘Yes,’ she panted, holding onto the tree as he slammed her against it again and again with his brutal thrusts.

‘Yes what?’ his deep voice breathed in her ear.

‘Vad.’

‘Fuck yes, baby.’ He pounded into her. ‘My little witch with those fucking purple eyes, fucking made for me. And I’m your devil, am I not?’

Corvina rocked her hips back against him, whimpering. ‘My devil.’

‘All yours.’ He kissed her shoulder, his hand going down to stimulate her clit, sending tendrils of intense pleasure spreading out from the spot. He canted his hips slightly, changing the angle of thepenetration so completely she screamed, her breasts pushing against the tree as she tried to get air into her lungs.

‘Tell me you’re mine,’ he demanded. ‘Tell me I finally get you, Corvina Clemm.’

The heat of his body was so solid behind her. Wasn’t this what she had always wanted? To belong to someone completely, wholly, utterly, someone who knew her past and the potential issues that could arise in her future, and still claimed her entirely for himself? They didn’t know each other as they should, but time could change that. Time could make her understand his reasons for being the way he was, and make him trust her enough to share.

‘What if he’s evil?’ a cautious voice inside her whispered.

Only time would tell. Time. One thing she knew for certain — she was done denying whatever this was.

Lust was only their beginning. They were meant for more. She had to give it time.

‘I’m yours,’ she admitted, both to him and herself, and he responded with a thrust so sharp it made stars burst behind her lids, liquid fire spreading from where they were joined, running through her core as she shattered into a million pieces in the cage of his arms, anchored by his consummation of her.

He came inside her with a groan, his mouth warm on her neck, his chest heaving against her back as they both caught their breath. She suddenly became aware of the quiet of the woods, the moonlight glowing on them through the branches, the scent of his body and thetree invading her senses. He pulled out of her, leaving a trail of their combined wetness on her thighs, and put her panties in place.

‘You’ll walk to your tower with my come inside you.’ He eased back enough to turn her around, his hands finding her breasts and massaging them, soothing them after the friction with the rough tree. ‘And tomorrow, when you start doubting this again, feel your sore pussy and remember who owns it.’

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