Page 525 of Flirting with Darkness

“I just… I don’t ever want to feel like that girl again.”

He cocked his head at me curiously. “But part of you will always be that girl. And part of me will always be that little monster who’d never found anyone who would play with him.” He held out his hands, just like he had on that rainy day. “You will always be the girl who saved me.”

Unexpected tears stung my eyes. “No, you’re the one who saved me.”

“I’m pretty sure we saved each other.”

I felt as if the hatred I’d carried for the little girl that I used to be, the one who too weak and helpless to defend herself, melted away. I could picture her and Tor playing tag, running and laughing across this yard, and for the first time I pictured my childhood self and didn’t burn with shame and loathing.

And so, just like she would have, I smacked Tor’s arm and danced away. I glanced at him over my shoulder to catch him watching me, a grin spreading over one side of his face.

“I’ll give you a head start,” he called.

I wasn’t sure how much that mattered when he was so inhumanly fast, but then he closed his eyes, and I realized he was giving me every chance to get away… at least for a few minutes.

I dashed into the woods, trying to escape him. An edge of tantalizing fear then pressed into my gut along with the throbbing low between my thighs.

And then, suddenly, he lunged in front of me. I made a startled sound as his arms wrapped my waist and carried me backward. My back slammed into the rough bark of a tree, and he pinned me there, his hands wrapping my wrists, then drawing them up to hold against the tree.

He buried his head in by throat, his wicked teeth teasing my skin. His tongue licked up my neck to my ear, where his teeth bit down, just this side of the painful. And I tilted my head up, wanting more, my hips rolling toward his though he had me all but immobile.

“You didn’t run very far,” he murmured between kisses, as his lips suckled down my throat to my shoulder. His hands slid down my dress, his touch almost painfully hot.

Then the dress fell away, and cool air caressed my skin. He’d burnt my dress away and the burnt fragments of it were fluttering away in the wind that blew around us. I couldn’t muster any anger, because his lips were moving down my decolletage, and then his hot mouth surrounded my nipple. The tip of his tongue teased against my nipple as his big palm covered my other breast entirely, his rough skin awakening every nerve ending. My hips swayed again helplessly.

“I wanted you to be able to find me,” I managed breathlessly.

When he finally lifted his head, my knees were weak. His eyes stared into mine. “Always.”

“Let me see you,” I said. “All of you.”

He slowly shed his trousers. As he did, he drew out his long, barbed cock, already glistening with pre-cum.

“I want you,” he began roughly, but I didn’t let him finish the thought, before dropping to my knees and licking the saltiness away. He groaned, his body stiffening, and when I drew him into my mouth, his powerful thighs trembled with feeling. He managed, “We should do this more ceremony. In the castle.”

I licked around his cock one more time, then sat back on my heels. “There too,” I agreed.

“Not here, with the bodies of your enemies littering the ground…”

“I don’t mind,” I promised him, rising to my feet to kiss him. He wrapped his hand around the back of my head and kissed me deeply, his tongue thrusting inside my mouth. I ran my hands over his ass, wanting to touch every hard, defined inch of his powerful body. Then I reached for him, feeling how heavy it was in my hand, hot to the touch, with several thick ridges circling his massive cock.

He grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head again, growling. “You are going to push me over the edge.”

“So?” I demanded.

“And they call me wicked,” he accused, before his lips met mine again. He stooped pressed his hot cock to my opening, and I parted my legs for him, trying to make him line up with my throbbing ache.

“You are too small,” he protested, before wrapping his hands around my thighs and lifting me easily.

I wrapped my legs around his hard, lean waist. He entered me slowly, inch by inch, and I cried out in both pain and pleasure. He paused, watching my face, until I ground against him and whispered in his ear, “I want you, Tor.”

Then he sheathed himself deeply inside me, and I let out a cry again, but this one was all triumph. I gripped his horns to steady myself as he set up a punishing pace, rocking in and out of me over and over.

And the wind whipped around us, and the rain fell steadily, and the skies darkened. I turned my face up toward the clouds, and the rain stung my face and ran down like tears. But I was done with crying. Every muscle tensed as pleasure coursed through my body, and then I shattered around him as the skies shattered too, thunder rolling above us, lightning crackling. His cock jerked inside me as he emptied, and his body shook against mine though his powerful arms still held me.

His mouth pressed a spot just below my ear. His whisper was as hot as that unearthly cock when he murmured, “IsI love youall they say? For the wedding?”

“I guess it’s enough,” I said, then turned my face to his and brushed my lips against his.

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