Page 73 of Unveil
“Fuck.” He breathes the word like a prayer. “I bet running from me had you soaked too. You wanted to be claimed that day.”
The truth taunts me, keeping me quiet so I don’t admit he’s right. As terrifying as it was to be hunted, more than anything, I wanted to be caught.
He takes my silence for the submission that it is, and his wicked chuckle rumbles down my back to my pulsing sex.
I need him. I need him. I need him.
He shifts, and his hand leaves my hip. Panicked at the loss of his warmth, I try to turn to beg him not to go. But his hand still around my throat clamps tighter, holding me in place as he continues to move behind me.
“Don’t look at me,” he orders, voice low, heavy, and… resigned? Then he murmurs, “Not yet.”
The words sting, but I get the distinct feeling the command is for my benefit, and one he hates to give. But I understand.
Somehow, he knows that looking at him will make this too real for me. I already run from the mere threat of beingvulnerable, something Idefinitelyam in this moment, naked before him with his hand around my throat. If I meet my kidnapper’s eyes, I’ll remember I’m the captive. I’ll drown in shame if I face the man keeping me hostage and I don’t kick, scream, and fight like I know Ishould.
But like this, I’m only at the mercy of the man who makes me ache, the one who makes me feel safe in the wilderness. He feels…right.I don’t want to screw that up by facing reality.
So I close my eyes, keeping up the ruse. I hear the slap of wet clothes against rock, then his hand returns to my hip while the other caresses my throat with his thumb. His lips brush mine, light as a feather, and I hold my breath.
“Be reckless with me, little bird.”
I swallow hard beneath his grip. “Yes.Please.”
His lips finally claim mine, and his body crushes into my back, sloshing cool water against my nipples. He’s slick everywhere now, completely bare. I suck in a shocked breath that he greedily takes back, his hard, thick cock gliding along the curve of my ass. I moan, arching my back, and his hand at my hip slides to hover above my center, tantalizingly close to my clit.
He grinds into me, and I nearly sob for him to push between my thighs to ease the pressure building there.
“Do you remember what I promised before you flew away from me?” His hand loosens at my throat, giving me air.
“You said you’d show me how… how—” My cheeks burn at the phrasing teasing the tip of my tongue.
“Show you how…?” he prompts, voice like velvet.
“How I… I crave to be fucked,” I whisper.
“Mmm,” his feral growl of approval vibrates through me. “That’s right, my good girl.”
The praise racks through me at the same moment his fingers ghost over my clit, and I jolt.
“Open for me, Luna.”
He doesn’t wait, his knee spreading mine apart, tipping me off balance. My eyes snap open and I hold onto the rock wall in front of me. He’s snuck us past the waterfall into a small alcove where the water is shallow enough for me to stand on the slick stones. I rely on his hand at my throat to keep me upright, my fingers digging into the boulder’s crevices as his impossibly thick cock glides along my sex between my thighs.
“Fuck.” His mouth grazes my collarbone, raising goosebumps. “I can already feel how ready you are for me. You want to be fucked so bad by your husband, you’d let me take you right now.”
Not a question, just the desperate truth.
My teeth carve into my lip, and his grip tightens on my throat as his other hand finally,finallycircles my clit, making me whine.
“All this fighting, rebelling. It’s an act,” he murmurs. “You’re glad I saved you from your white knight, aren’t you, little bird? One day you’ll admit you’re mine.”
His cock stills along the crease of my ass, and he sinks a finger into me, stretching me. My muscles clench around him, making me suck in a sharp breath.
“So needy. You wanna feel how drenched you are?”
He lets go of my neck to wrap his arm tightly around my waist, lifting my hips out of the water. I stretch on my tiptoes, enough for his finger inside my channel to slip free above the surface. Then I feel him stroke his cock, hear him grunting his pleasure, before reaching around me and tracing his slickened fingers on my lips.
“Feel that? That’s us. I’m about to come just from fucking your thighs, and you’re already slick enough to take my cock and all I’ve had to do is barely touch your clit.”
