Page 116 of Two Chambered Heart

“She looks frightened, don’t you think?”

They were taunting her. Could they even see her? She didn’t know if it was just a ruse to trip her up. She took off running again.

“There she goes, Kayden. She’s heading your way.”

“Fuck.” Her breath was stuck in her throat. Theydidknow where she was. She chanced a look at her watch, the same stupid plastic watch she’d always had. They were only thirty minutes in.

The shift in her attention, however brief, had her foot catching on something, and she went down hard onto her knees, falling forward. The next thing she knew, she could feel the bindings of rope tighten around her ankles.

“Hi, baby.” His voiced echoed in both her ears, from above her, and through the earpiece. She lifted her head and pulled the tech out, tossing it on the ground.

“We caught you. Rather quick, wasn’t it?”

“She did well, all things considered. She lasted fifteen minutes against trained trackers. Besides, how many times have we run this trail, Kay?”

She heard a grunt of effort from behind her, and then felt herself lifted off the ground by her feet. With a few more powerful pulls from Kayden, Corey was elevated into the air, hanging upside down by the rope that had taken her out, slung over a wide, sweeping branch. Kayden tied off the excess to another tree and she hung there, spinning slowly.

All the blood rushed to her head, and her anger erupted. “Take me down, Kayden!”

“Jase, I caught us dinner.” Kayden’s words were smug, the smile apparent in the lilt of his voice. “You can do as you please first.”

She let her hands drop towards the ground, hoping to make contact, but she was lifted just a few inches too high. She spun senselessly, her long braid sweeping through the dirt, and Jason’s black tactical pants came into focus through her goggles. Jason’s hands grasped her hips firmly and stopped the momentum.

“Pull her up a little more.”

Corey was jolted higher, and she felt Jason’s teeth sink into her crotch. It wasn’t gentle.

“Perfect height,” he said, around a mouthful of her leggings. Then he pressed his tongue into the material. She could feel the heat of his mouth through the cotton, and she stifled a groan. Looking down her nose to look up at him, she saw his hand move from her hip to his, and heard the distinct click of a switchblade opening.

He tore through her leggings, expertly cutting them from her body without nicking her skin, leaving the bottom half like sleeves on her legs. Jason stepped back, admiring his trophy.

The cold air bit into her skin and she shivered, squeezing her legs together. A grin spread across his face. He looked like a demon in the subtle glow of the night vision goggles, and that twisted, hungry quirk to his lips had need pooling with the blood in her head.

He circled her. “What should I do with you, strung up like this, sweetheart?”

“Touch me.” It was a plea.

“Like this?” he asked, trailing his fingers up the backs of her legs.

“More.”

Stepping back around her, he ghosted fingers between her thighs. “Like this?” he asked again.

“Stop playing, Jase.”

“Oh, but you’re my favorite game, Corey.” He walked his fingers along the trim of her lacey thong, teasing her even more. Her heart had barely calmed down from her sprint, and being upside down didn’t help. She could hear it thumping wildly in her chest, her head starting to feel heavy from the pressure. Jason knew how to work her up with the slightest of touches, the anticipation like a minefield. “Quiet now. I know you can be a good girl, right?”

She nodded her head in confirmation, and watched as the quirk in his lips grew until he was baring his teeth with his smile.

“Tell me.”

“I can be a good girl.” she said, her already flushed cheeks heating to a burn.

“I know, baby. You’re so good. Now, not another word from you.” He crooked his fingers under the lace and ripped her thong off. He pressed both hands between her legs and pulled them apart from each other, making space to latch his mouth onto her lips. She couldn’t contain the moan he elicited. Didn’t want to.

His tongue stole her breath. With every lick, the air caught in her chest as the sounds she made obstructed her breathing. He lapped at her centre,circling her clit, and the blood continued to gather in her head, leaving her lightheaded and writhing from the pure ecstasy of his hot mouth and the rough scrape of his taste buds over her throbbing nerves. He forced his tongue onto her with more pressure, building her up, his spit mixing with her wetness. The sloppy noises of him eating her out echoed through the dense forest. Jason’s satisfied groans reverberated into her, and her mouth hung open with her own moans, her eyes rolling back into her head, vision going spotty.

She gripped onto the back of his legs, digging her fingers into the taut muscles, a lifeline. Her orgasm was cresting, the heat of it already burning through her blood, a wash of electricity on the tipping point of pure ecstasy.

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