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“Giving you what you need.” There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that she yearned for the attention. Her body communicated all the needs she was too afraid, or ashamed, to say. “I bet this little clit is desperate for me.”

Slipping a finger underneath her bunched panties, I brushed my fingertip over the bundle of nerves, grinning at the way she lurched.

“Fuck!” She reached for the hand, halting its progress, but I nudged her fingers away.

“Keep your hands to yourself,” I cautioned. “Or I’ll find a way to keep them out of my way.”

“What do you mean?” She writhed harder when my free hand found her other nipple and started work on beading and teasing the bud.

“I mean, I’ll tether you.” I was sure I had another length of rope in my rucksack.

“But...”

“But nothing.” I pulled her hand down to her side. “That’s your first and only warning, Erin. Now, open your legs.”

“You can’t do this.” Her ankles slid wider, despite the protesting noises from her mouth. “You can’t threaten to bind me.”

“It’s not a threat.” My shaft was so hard; the pulsing organ was painful as it grazed its fabric prison. “It’s a promise.”

My fingers dove back to her underwear, ripping her damp panties to one side and skimming a line over her pussy. Hot, slick moisture met my fingertips as they enjoyed her wetness, my cock aching to be allowed to take their place.

“So wet for me.” I couldn’t have been prouder. “Already.”

“I...” Her breathing was labored as her hand reached north for my hair. Burying her fingers in its dark length, she whimpered, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Oh, there’s nothing wrong with you,” I assured her. “You’re fucking perfect.”

Pushing one digit into her sex slowly, I relished every second of her mewled response.

“You want more?”

“Please,” she panted, her fingers tightening in my hair. “Oh, yes.”

My shaft throbbed desperately, concurring with the longing in her voice as I slid a second finger to join my first. Easing them from her sex, I enjoyed the benefit of both bared breasts now that her troublesome bra had been pushed aside.

“Fuck.” She sounded frantic, her hips moving in unison with my fingers, rising when they delved into her sweet pussy and falling ever so slightly when they eased away.

Her growing euphoria filled up the cabin, the feverish noises escaping her lips coupling with the wet sounds of her sex to create an orchestra of her desire.

“That’s it,” I enthused as she ground her clit against the palm of my hand. “Use me. I want you to come apart. I want tofeelit.”

“Eli!” She lurched, her limbs tensing as she called my name. “Oh, God. I’m going to come!”

I considered withdrawing, making her wait and suffer while I took what I wanted but decided then was not the time. There would come a moment when her savior—the man who’d rescued her from the wild and protected her interests would reveal who he really was—but pushing her to the stars was not that time.

Let little Erin have her moment in the sunshine.

Let her bask in its rays until all she knew was the heat ravishing her body.

The winter would be waiting.

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