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“You’re real,” I pant.“You’re really here…”

He growls, the sound so deep and feral it rattles through my bones.

I can’t take it anymore.“Let me see you,” I plead, reaching up.My fingers slide slowly to the strap of the mask.

He stiffens.I feel him suck in a breath like it hurts.

I stop though it breaks me wide open.“Please…” I whisper.“I need to know…”

But the mask stays on.His hand catches mine and presses it to his chest.His heart is racing, wild, frantic.Mine too.

“I won’t tell,” I swear.“Whoever you are.I won’t ruin it.”

Still no words.Just a shake of the head.

Then his hands roam lower to my thighs, my hips, my ass, gripping me like I’m his oxygen.I hook one leg around his waist, moaning as I feel his hard length press between us.He rocks once, slow and punishing, and I cry out.

“God… don’t stop,” I beg.“Legend.”

He does.

He stops.

Cold air hits me as he backs away like I’ve burned him.

“No!”I shout, reaching for him.

But he’s already gone, vanished into the trees like a ghost.

“Damn it!”

I stumble forward, body aching with unfinished heat.My lips are swollen from Frenching plastic.My jeans are wet.

I spin in circles, trying to spot him.

Nothing.

Only the woods.

Only the silence.

Only me.

I sink to my knees, breath steaming in the night.

“Whoareyou?”I whisper.

Only the wind answers.

And in the distance, the creek keeps rushing past.

Chapter 7

Royal

October 29–(Sometime after midnight)

She tastes like revenge and creek water.

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