Page 70 of Into the Light

Because I knew what Ember loved, and if this was what she’d wanted, then I’d happily oblige. I gave her a head start while I jumped from the back porch and walked through the orchard slowly, as to not rustle the leaves on the ground below me.

“Mmm, mi pareja. Sal, sal de dónde quiera que estés.”

The only things around me were the moonlight overhead and the sound of crunching as I stepped on a fallen apple. Yet, I could sense her presence, feel her moving among the rows of trees, as if there were an instinctual connection between us.

As I ventured deeper into the enveloping darkness, my senses became finely attuned to the nocturnal world around me. The rustling of leaves, akin to a whispered secret, reached my ears, serving as a breadcrumb to her presence. Ember was somewhere ahead, dashing down the aisle of the orchard, and I pursued, my heart galloping with anticipation.

In the velvety night air, a faint and intoxicating trace of her perfume lingered, a sultry blend of floral and musky notes. It hung like an invisible ribbon, drawing me further into the labyrinth of trees. My pursuit intensified, spurred by the bewitching allure of the chase—merely a seductive dance between us.

The moonlight filtered through the apple branches, casting intricate, shifting patterns of light and shadow. It conjured mirages of her, a phantom gracefully navigating the orchard’s hidden pathways. The thrill of the hunt saturated the air with a palpable charge, each moment heavy with a magnetic pull that surged between us.

Her laughter, soft and teasing, tickled my ears. The tension between us thickened, a web of desire spun in the obsidian embrace of the orchard. Every rustle of leaves and crunch of the apples beneath me, heightened the burning need I had to find her.

As I exited the orchard, she ran through the break of grass that separated the apples from the pine trees behind us.

I quickened my pace, my cock throbbing inside my pants.

“There is no more running, princesa. I see you,”

I stretched, cracking my knuckles, knowing what I wanted to do with her would not be delicate or gentle. No. I would make her mine.

“I am not going easy on you.” I ran, trying to avoid as many leaves on the ground, then her black hair glinting in the moonlight glow gave her away. She was crouched behind a tree.

I turned the other way so I was approaching her from behind and, almost at a crawl, I made my way toward her.

She was peeking out over the trunk of the tree when I threw my hands over her mouth.

“There you are,” I whispered into the shell of her ear. “I found you.”

Chapter twenty-four

“Fuck,” I whispered as I turned around, and his deep-blue eyes manically searched mine. He gripped my hips, pulling me tight into him.

There was dirt all over the bottom of my jeans and mud on my feet, but I didn’t give a fuck because all I needed was to feel him inside of me. This game of cat and mouse we were playing was . . . God, I had no fancy words to describe it other than just addicting.

“I need you,” I begged as his hands tangled into my hair.

“I caught you, princesa. Are you going to keep running?” He pulled on my chin so I was looking into his eyes.

I shook my head. “No.”

“You’re all mine, Em.” I knew I was.

He ripped off my bralette, and my breasts bounced free as he rolled my nipples between his fingers. I cried in pleasure.

“I am yours,” I murmured as he ripped off my jeans and tossed them aside. He lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his hips as he walked me back out of the woods and dropped me on the cool, damp grass.

He tore off his shirt, pants, and boxers, and I stared at him breathlessly. He was a fucking god. His abs rippled in the darkness, his body a golden-tanned beauty. His . . . cock was standing tall, thick and huge at attention, slick with arousal.

“Please,” I huffed in a breathless moan.

“Tsk, tsk, princesa, wasn’t it you who asked me to punish you?” Shit. I’d forgotten about that because all I needed was to feel him inside of me.

“B-but—”

“No.” His eyes were a cruel shade of blue as he leaned down and opened my legs, lifting my hips up so they weren’t directly on the grass.

“I want to taste you. I want to brand you with my tongue, making you mine and only mine.” He placed my legs so they wrapped around his shoulders and peppered delicate kisses onto my throbbing mound.

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