Page 8 of Hunting Harbor

She trips. Of course she trips. Mud welcomes her like an old friend. Before she can rise, fingers curl around her ankle unhurried. Possessive.

She twists. Kicks. Fails.

And then he’s there.

Towering. Silent.

Her pulse slams against her throat as he crouches beside her, the mask tilting.

“You wanted to be caught,” he murmurs, voice like smoke. “Didn’t you?”

Chapter Three

Kairo

Thelockgiveswitha click. Her apartment is asleep, a held breath in the darkness. I step inside, closing the door behind me, careful not to make noise. Moonlight creeps through the curtains, spilling onto her desk, highlighting manuscript pages in wild disarray. I expected nothing less. Everything here is perfectly, vulnerably Harbor. I make my way toward her bedroom, past evidence of her struggle, her isolation. The door swings open with the slightest push, and there she is. Tangle of hair, sheets barely covering her small frame, mouth open and waiting. I pause, drinking her in. It’s exactly as I planned.

Even better. She’s so fucking beautiful like this. No frown, no frustration. Just peace, written all over her face.

I move silently, brushing my fingers along her nightstand. Her leather journal is here, and I pick it up, smiling as I see the words on the pages, imagining her hands racing to write downher thoughts. It smells like coffee and dust and ink, laced with her sweet, floral scent.

Reluctantly, I put it back down. I want to read what she wrote, but I’m too distracted by the state of her damn room.

Everything is scattered, unfinished. Typical. I want to clean up this mess. She’s not organized, or clean, but that can be taught.

There's no sign of anyone else, not even a framed photo or abandoned mug. She is alone. A smirk tugs at my lips. It's only a matter of time before I make my move, scoop her up like a drowning kitten. But for now, I indulge myself in this voyeur's luxury. There's something exquisite about watching her from a distance. Knowing she's mine without even a fight.

The anticipation swells, hot and heavy in my chest. Looking down at her, my cock stirs. She’s wearing a thin, white t-shirt and I can see those perfect nipples straining against it. She really is begging for this. Inviting it. Inviting me. Her body rises and falls with every breath. She frowns in her sleep, so innocent, like she knows I'm here, like she knows I'm about to ruin her in the most beautiful ways.

My breathing quickens. The sound is too loud, too needy in this dark and quiet space. I step closer, barely containing myself as I soak in the details. Her mouth is slightly open, lips parted in surrender. The light from the window slashes across her cheek, bathing her skin in a milky glow. My fingers ache to touch it, feel its softness under my roughness. She's so still. So unaware. A gift.

"Harbor," I breathe, as if calling her name would wake her to this. I wait for a moment, considering. Calculating. It's not time yet, but I don't know how much longer I can last.

I take a step toward the bed. She shifts slightly, sheets sliding further down her body, her tit popping out as she shuffles over to her side. It takes everything I have to stay in control, to keep myself from tearing off those sheets and devouring her right now.

I sink to the floor beside her, watching. Touching her without touching her. I am infinite patience. Perfect restraint. The heat is unbearable, but I hold still, inching closer until I'm a breath away from that soft, freckled skin. Her hair spills across the pillow like a dark shadow. I reach out and brush it back from her face, my hand hovering over those full, vulnerable pink lips. She moans, and it sets me on fire.

She's whispering my name without even knowing it.

I peel the sheets away, slowly, like unwrapping a fragile gift. They slip to the floor. Her bare legs draw my gaze, the slight bend of her knees and delicate curve of her ankles.

She’s not wearing panties. The sight of her bare ass, a sliver of her pussy showing between her thighs sets my blood on fire and my cock throbbing. I need to taste her. To feel her pussy on my tongue, my fingers, before finally fucking her and coming deep inside her. My eyes roam her body, taking in the perfect sight before me.

My hands follow, tracing patterns on her skin, savoring each line and shadow. She stirs, a soft murmur escaping, and my pulse quickens. The thin fabric of her shirt lifts easily, and I pause, consuming this intimate view. My mouth waters. My restraint snaps. I touch her, taste her, savoring salt and sleep, knowing she can't deny me. Not like this. I'm everywhere, and she is mine.

I dive in, every inch of her searing my skin as I savor and explore, my tongue licking ever so gently across her navel. Every soft whimper, every unconscious movement fuels my desire for her, pushing me toward the edge of reason and release. Her body is a treasure map, and I'm leaving no corner undiscovered. My fingers trail down her belly, over the delicate rise of her hip bone, and back up again. Her skin is silk, fevered and flushed under my touch. My dick strains against my jeans, demanding attention. I ignore it for now.

This is my chance to memorize her completely. To claim her in secret, before I take her out in the open. One finger hooks the edge of her shirt, tugging it further up, her tits falling out. Big, beautiful handfuls. The need to sink my teeth into them is almost overwhelming. But still, I take my time. It's a thin shield, hardly anything at all. One more pull and it’s gone, leaving her vulnerable and bare. Just the way I want her. The sight is fucking beautiful. So unaware. So mine.

I push my hand down and unzip my jeans, pulling out my cock and stroking it as I drink in the sight of this perfectly helpless little rabbit. She whimpers, her skin forming little goosebumps as she turns onto her back, her arm flinging over her face, her pussy exposed.

There's no hesitation, no thought of stopping as I spread her open. As I bury my face between her legs, tongue finding and tracing the line of her. I taste her, all of her, sweet and salty, all mingling together in a perfect cocktail. Her body responds even as she sleeps, moving and arching as I coax her to climax. My mouth and hands cover every inch of her, savoring her reactions, reveling in my power. She moans again, and the sound nearly shatters me.

I grip my dick and touch her again, savoring the heat of her as my hand slides, once, twice. I'm dizzy with the need to fill her, but I wait, stretching the moment until I can't take it anymore. Finally, I kneel at the end of her bed and lift her legs, positioning myself between her thighs. Her body jerks and trembles as I thrust inside, but she doesn't wake. She’s so fucking wet, she just takes all of me. My control is slipping. It won't be long now.

My hips move faster as my control vanishes. She’s tight and wet and hot around my cock and I want to destroy her pussy the way she’s destroying me. This is what I wanted. This is what I needed. To see her like this, perfect and helpless, taking everything I give her. Her breathing quickens, the soft sounds spurring me to a final frenzy.

"You’re mine," I breathe. Her pussy is heat and wetness and submission, all wrapped around me, bringing me closer, closer. I almost had half the mind to pull out, to come on her perfect tits, but decided I’d rather bury my come inside her.

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