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I playfully slap his shoulder. “Stop!”
He pulls me into his arms. “I can’t,” he growls. “I need you.”
We kiss and then run across the parking lot toward a big, wooden building on the other side of a nearby field.
When we reach the door, I look behind to see whether anyone has seen us. My mother’s standing by a fence looking at me. She raises her glass in the air, toasting me. There’s a huge smile on her face. I can’t help but giggle and wave back.
She may be a difficult person, but she’s always had my best interests at heart.
“What are you laughing about?” Dana says, pulling me through the door.
The barn is huge and warm and there's a pleasant smell in the air. Not like I imagined at all.
“Nothing,” I lie. “I’m just happy.”
He pulls me down onto a nearby haystack. I straddle him, my knees on either side of his hips as our lips press together and his hand slides up the back of my leg and cups my ass.
“I can’t believe we’ve only just met,” he says. “I feel like I’ve known you all my life.”
I pin his hands to the side and look down into his big, beautiful, rugged face. A thought flashes through my head. Something Kate said earlier.
“Dana?” I ask. “Are you dangerous?”
A cheeky grin spreads across his face. He reaches up with his lips and kisses me. “Someone’s been talking about me behind my back,” he says.
“I mean it. We’ve only just met, and it may already be too late, but I have a right to know the kind of man I’m getting involved with. Are you dangerous?”
He furrows his eyebrows and thinks about the question I’ve just asked him. “Not really,” he says. “Not anymore.”
He tries to kiss me again, but I don’t let him. Something about that answer doesn’t sit right with me. “What does that mean?” I say.
“It means I will rain hellfire on any man, woman, or beast who so much as lays a finger on you. I will do anything to protect you, even if it means spending the rest of my life behind bars.”
A thrill I’ve never felt before shoots through my body. ”But apart from that?” I say.
“I’m a big friendly giant,” he grins. His finger slides under the thin material of my panties and runs along my already wet opening.
He flips me over and pins my hands to the ground beside me. It's his turn to be in charge. I surrender my body to his touch as he peppers my neck and chest with kisses.
I run my fingers through his thick, brown hair. I moan his name louder and louder as his hand finds its way between my legs and he starts to finger my pussy.
“Oh, fuck.” I say. “Dana!”
Pretty soon, he’s kneeling up and undoing his trousers.
He spreads my legs wide open and pushes my panties to the side. The tip of his cock presses against my pussy. Our lips unite. He thrusts forward with his hips and forces his massive cock inside my cunt.
“Shit,” I groan.
The first few pumps are savage. Painful. But then I get used to his size and it's like nothing I've ever felt before.
He fills me up.
Completes me.
Lights up my body in a way I never knew possible.
“Yes,” he says, lifting my legs in the air and burying his cock even deeper inside me. “You’re so fucking tight, Eden. So fucking perfect.”
