Page 81 of Into the Light

“I couldn’t agree with you more.” His lips were on mine, and I was fucking starving for his kiss. I wanted to fuck his pain away. I wanted to take away the pressure that brewed deep within me from my head to my core.

“Let’s make a mess of it, then, shall we?” he asked.

“Is this why you brought me here?” I rasped, a small chuckle escaping my lips.

“Maybe?” A mischievous glint twinkled in his eye, which only made me drown into his deep blues.

“Show me what you got, then.” I winked, and he closed the gap between us.

“You want me?” he growled into my ear, and I let out a moan, not able to contain it. “Good.”

His voice was so harsh and raspy that I barely recognized it. “Play a little game with me, princesa?” I nodded as his lips pressed into the delicate skin on my neck.

“I want you to do what you do best.” I paused, pulling away slightly to catch the glint of desire pooling in his eyes.

I knew what he wanted me to do. I looked around the room for my shoes, but he let out a symphony of groans as his mouth came back down onto my neck, and in this moment, I didn’t care I was about to run out there without them.

Because I wasn’t scared of the darkness anymore; I’d found my light.

I yanked away from him and glanced toward the door before running as fast as I could out of it. I swore I could hear him laughing as I triumphantly continued trekking deeper into the woods.

It was freezing as I unpeeled my jeans, leaving them in my trail and dodging behind the large trunks of the trees. I was breathless as the oxygen left my lungs with every pound of my feet against the cold, wet floor underneath me.

“Sal, sal, de dónde quiera que estés, princesa.” I heard him whisper through the pines, knowing he was right on me as I slowly moved to the next big tree trunk and hunched underneath it.

There was mud everywhere, which was truthfully my only saving grace because it meant my footsteps were somewhat muted in the otherwise eerily quiet forest.

“Such a little mouse today,” he growled, and by the way his voice echoed, I could tell he was closer.

I frantically looked around, but the thick pines covered most of the moonlight from the night.

“Shit,” I muttered under my breath before I walked forward, crunching on the earth below me as I went. I was being so loud, there was no way he—

“Fuck,” I screamed when two big arms wrapped around me and lifted me off the prickly ground, then he threw me over his shoulder and slapped me on my ass. He was my predator and I was his prey.

I yelled and thrashed, frustrated that I couldn’t break free from his grip. Yet, as he hoisted me over his shoulders, I couldn’t ignore the palpable sexual tension between us, intensifying the chilly atmosphere. When he tossed me onto the soft, muddy ground, I found myself melting into him, disregarding the dirt now covering us.

His mouth captured mine as I responded, my entire body succumbing to him. I was ravenous for him, never remembering how starved for a human I’d ever been like. We’d built our relationship on such a solid foundation that the trust that I’d managed to have for him was more than I’d ever experienced, and that scared me.

“I . . . need . . . you,” I croaked out as our tongues clashed against each other in a frenzied demand.

“You have me” was all he responded with, his hands pulling at my lace panties, tugging them aside to fit his fingers into my soaking wet core.

My back rolled against the earthen floor beneath me as I writhed with each thrust his fingers made.

“Mmmm,” I murmured as his thumb touched my clit and his other fingers fucked me. By the way he dominated me, he knew he was mine too. My ray of light in the life that was so full of sadness and despair. He was it for me.

As if suddenly I’d had an epiphany, my body responded to his touch in a way it’d never had before. I was needier—more desperate, if that could have even occurred.

“You are so wet for me,” he mused. His eyes stayed fixated onto mine the entire time as his fingers continued to assault me.

“I need . . .” I froze.

“Tell me,” he groaned into my mouth before pressing his lips onto mine. I was fucking drenched in mud, especially with how much I’d been moving beneath him, and all I could do was beg for his fucking cock inside my needy little cunt.

“Fuck me, Rain.”

My sweater had ridden up so the bottom of my breasts were peeking out.

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