Page 293 of Ignite

He spins me, pinning me to the tree, his eyes black with hunger.

“Mine.”

He thrusts two fingers inside me, making me moan behind his hand.

“All fucking mine.”

He uncovers my mouth, and I gasp for air.

“Yours,” I pant.

“You wanted me to catch you easily, didn’t you?”

His tongue drags along my throat, and my head tips back on instinct.

“Y-yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I need you inside me.”

“Hmm. I need my cock inside your tight cunt.”

“F-fuck!” I cry out.

“Hear how wet you are?”

He crushes his mouth over mine, stealing every ragged sound.

“I’m always wet around you, Conan,” I whisper when he pulls back.

His gaze holds mine, and it’s feral.

“Turn around.”

I hesitate, my breathing ragged.

“Now.”

I swallow and slowly turn, pressing my palms against the bark. The cold air skims my flushed skin.

He takes his time, sliding his hands down my sides, over the curve of my hips, pausing to tug my panties to my knees.

“Keep your hands where they are.”

I hear the soft metallic jingle of rope unclipping from his belt.

My stomach flips.

“You knew exactly what this would turn into,” he murmurs behind me. “Didn’t you, trouble?”

“I knew,” I whisper, cheek pressed to the tree. “I knew you’d make me yours out here.”

His palm lands, a sharp smack that makes me gasp.

“And you love it.”

Another strike.

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