Page 42 of Carnival Shadows

My lungs burn, and my sides ache, but I don’t slow down. His voice carries through the trees. “Keep running, little stalker. How far will you get before I catch you?”

The challenge in his voice sparks my competitive streak. I lengthen my strides, pushing harder. The damp forest air fills my lungs, and my legs burn with effort, but the heat between my legs is stronger. It’s been building since I saw him, a simmering flame that needs to be stoked.

My heart feels like it will burst from my chest, and my breath comes in harsh gasps. I round a bend, and suddenly, his arms wrap around me, lifting me off the ground. We tumble to the forest floor in a tangle of limbs. The impact knocks the air from my lungs, leaving me breathless.

His weight pins me down. I arch my back, offering myself to him, and he pushes his mask up so that his lips claim mine in a ravenous kiss. Our tongues duel, each battling for control. Any protests I might have made are swallowed by the hunger between us.

His hands roam over my body, his touch possessive. My shirt rides up, exposing my skin to the morning chill. I whimper into his mouth as his fingers trace patterns that make me shiver. It’s not about tenderness, not now. This is about claiming, about marking his territory.

I squirm beneath him, grinding my hips against his growing erection. The ache inside me is a living thing demanding to be sated.

Remy’s hands grip my wrists, holding me down. His body is a solid weight on top of mine, his muscles taut with restrained desire. Our heavy breathing fills the forest clearing, the only sound disrupting the peaceful morning birdsong.

“Get off me. I mean it, Remy.” My voice comes out breathless. I struggle against his grip, testing the strength of his hold—not that I really want to escape.

He pushes his mask back down, and his eyes glitter with lust visible through the mask’s eyeholes. “Running through the woods like a wild thing. Are you my prey now?”

His fingers tighten around my wrists, digging into my skin. Pain flares, sending a jolt of arousal straight between my legs. My hips buck unconsciously, seeking friction, desperate for him to touch me there.

“You want to play these games?” he says, his eyes never leaving mine. “Then let’s play.”

With a sudden move, he releases my wrists and grabs the waistband of my yoga pants. A tear rips through the silence as he rips open the fabric, exposing my core.

“No panties, Eden? Did you forget, or did I make sure you wouldn’t have any?” His fingers dive between my legs. “Ah, you’re already wet for me. So eager.”

His fingers swipe through my pussy, groaning as he brings them to his mouth and tastes me. “You’ve been a bad girl,haven’t you? Wanting me like this. Thinking about me while you run.”

His touch is rough, claiming me as his own. I can’t speak, can’t form words to respond. This is another of my deep, twisted fantasies—primal play. The reality is so much more intense. I’m aware of every sensation—the rough bark beneath my back, the smell of damp earth, and the press of his body against mine.

His finger slides inside me, not gentle, but I don’t want gentle. I want savage. I want my civilized, controlled world to shatter under the force of his desire. He adds another finger, and I can’t hold back a gasp.

“Right where you belong, baby. You’re mine out here in the woods, your pussy dripping for my cock.” He strokes a thumb over my clit.

My body arches off the forest floor, a moan tearing from my throat as Remy’s tongue dances over me. He licks slowly, savoring each taste, each whimper it elicits from me. The slick slide of his tongue teases my oversensitive clit, sending sparks of heat through my core. I squirm beneath him, my legs falling open to grant him better access.

His hands grip my thighs, holding me in place as he feasts. I’m powerless to stop him. My toes curl into the soft earth, and I thread my fingers through his hair, urging him closer. I’m burning up, each pass of his tongue stoking the flames higher.

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my swollen flesh. “Like a dessert that I want to devour.”

I’m wetter than I’ve ever been, my arousal coating his face, and I’m desperate for release. He plays me like a maestro, his fingers and mouth moving in concert to push me higher. I can feel the climax building, a pressure cooker set to explode.

When I think I can’t take any more, he pulls away. I whimper, fighting the urge to pull him back. “Please, Remy,” I beg.

His eyes darken as he looks down at me. “Only when I’m buried deep inside you. I want to feel your pussy clenching around my cock as you come.”

The edge I’m teetering on sharpens, threatening to cut me with frustration, but his words ignite another burst of arousal. I imagine his thick cock filling me, stretching me to the brink. My body thrums with need, my breasts flushed and aching for attention.

I reach for him blindly, desperate to feel his skin against mine. He catches my wrists, holding them above my head with one hand as he unzips his jeans with the other.

The forest air is cold on my exposed skin, and goosebumps prickle across my body. However, my core burns, and I am impatient for his touch. I arch my hips, seeking friction, wanting to pull him closer.

His free hand glides under my t-shirt to tease my breast, pinching my hard nipple. I cry out, my head thrashing. Every movement and sensation feels magnified like my senses have been heightened.

The weight of his cock against my entrance makes me spread my legs wider to grant him access. “Please, Remy, now,” I pant, writhing beneath him.

“Soon, I’m going to give you what you need.” His voice is low, filled with the same hunger I feel.

He teases my entrance with the tip of his cock, and I buck my hips, trying to take him in. He laughs, a warm, arousing sound that vibrates through me. “Impatient, aren’t you? But you forget, I’m in control here.”

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