I don’t know how far I run before I’m forced to stop, bending over and clinging to my knees as I sob softly, trying to ignore the primal need singing in me. The pains of running so far through the woods do nothing to diminish the ache of desire in my core and the deep throbbing between my legs.
It’s been so long! I haven’t let anyone touch me since… I haven’t even been on a date since then, let alone made love.
Every moment of frustration that I kept hidden over the years breaks through a gate inside me, crashing through every single one of my nerves. All this time, I thought I was in control, managing my basic needs. Now I see that I was only repressing them.
Because I thought I’d never see him again. Without Galen’s raw sexuality to stimulate me, it was easy to ignore those flickers of desire.
But they are no longer faint flickers of flame. My lust is a raging forest fire, and it’s consuming me, obliterating sense and burning away every doubt.
But I have a good reason for that doubt. Don’t forget, I gave him everything—invited him into the deepest reaches of my body—and he cast me out!
Thoughts from earlier in the night begin to intrude, hinting that maybe this wasn’t easy for Galen, either. I know I’ve only heard the tip of the iceberg so far, and he’s clearly hiding a deep mass of pain under the icy-calm exterior. I want to follow these thoughts and give in to them, but the raw, raging wound inside me screams louder than ever before.
It doesn’t matter. After what we shared, I should have been his priority! How could he do that to me?
Hot tears streak down my face, and I start running again. I don’t know where I’m going. All I know is I have to get away from Galen.
I’m beginning to stumble and tire when I hear footsteps behind me. I don’t need to look to know that it’s Galen, and he’s tracking me. A soft moan escapes me as I realize I can’t get away from him, and all the running hasn’t dampened my desire in the slightest.
Desperately, I put on one last burst of speed, praying that he’ll give up. When I hear the crash of twigs behind me as he gets closer, shivers run through my body, and it has nothing to do with fear.
As he grabs me, I feel something inside me break. His hard hands, the thrill of the chase, and years of pent-up frustration cause a tingling wave to rush through me, leaving my thighs throbbing and my nipples hard and hot.
Did I just come? It’s been so long, I can’t even tell.
“Clara!” Galen yells, turning me to face him. I go limp in his hands as he throws me up against a tree, and the pressure of his hands, as well as the feeling of being pinned, makes all the fight go out of me.
“What’s wrong?” he demands. “Tell me you’re alright!”
I shake my head, so overwhelmed by my arousal, I can’t even speak. I stayed strong for so long—for Nico, but standing in front of Galen, all my walls come crashing down.
“Clara?” he whispers, leaning close to me. He looks into my eyes, gazing at me with an almost panicked intensity.
“Galen!” I cry, years’ worth of loss and longing in my voice. I hurl myself towards him and press my lips to his, grabbing his shirt and yanking on it as I writhe against him.
Galen growls, flicking his shirt off his shoulders before tackling me around the waist and pushing me back against the tree. I moan in pleasure as I run my hands over his skin, hundreds of tender memories rushing back to me as I touch him. Rocking back, I slide my hands under his arms and dig my nails gently into his shoulder blades.
He moans in response, dropping his mouth to my neck and licking his way down towards my breasts. When he grabs the neckline of my dress and rips it open, I let out a short scream that quickly turns into a wail of pleasure as he tugs my bra down and finds my nipples.
I wrap my hands around his head as he attacks my breasts with his mouth, urging him on. He pins me to the trunk of the tree with one hand and gropes me with the other, squeezing my breasts and running his hand down to grab my ass and tease my inner thighs.
My mind catches up, and I struggle in his arms. There is still so much pain in me, and I know I shouldn’t do this. For a brief moment, I grip his shoulders and try to pull away, pinned by his hard body and the tree.
Galen grabs me around the waist and picks me up, throwing me onto the ground. I feel his hard hands against me as he gropes me, tearing the dress completely in half and ripping off my bra. When he falls on me, I scream and struggle, but he pins me down by the wrists and devours my breasts again.
While his hot tongue roams over my nipples and his sharp teeth gently nip my skin, I feel him shove one knee between my thighs as he settles between my legs. When he thrusts against me, a scream rips through my throat, and I struggle against him again—but now it has nothing to do with fear or resistance.
Galen’s grip on my wrists tightens as he slams his hips forward, pinning me as he kisses and nips up my neck to nuzzle under my ear. I thrust against him, and if his pants weren’t in the way, I know his hard, thick cock would slide right in.
I’m wetter than a waterfall right now.
Suddenly, he releases my wrists, rocking back to look at me. The ruined edges of my dress flutter against my sides, and my skin is smudged with the soft dirt of the forest floor. He kneels above me with the grace and arrogance of a god, his perfect body rippling in the pale starlight.
His eyes travel slowly down until his gaze is fixed on my pussy. He reaches out, very slowly, and rubs me through the panties. I’m so hot, wet, and throbbing that I shriek, my hips bucking wildly up and down. He rubs me again, even harder this time, and I start to whimper.
Slowly, he sinks down, not taking his eyes from my pussy. He strokes his fingers gently across the fabric one more time, then grabs them and rips them off with one sharp twist of his fist.
When his tongue slips through my slick, wet lips to touch my throbbing clit, I scream, grabbing his head and thrusting my hips at him. Galen moans with pleasure, lapping down lower and devouring me with his lips, teeth, and tongue.