Page 104 of Stalked
“And then I'm going to plug you,” I add a second finger, stretching her carefully. “Keep my seed inside you where it belongs. A reminder that you don't run from me. Not ever again.”
She's panting now, forehead pressed to the dirt, back arched beautifully. I work her slowly, methodically, adding more lube until she's ready. My cock throbs, desperate to replace my fingers.
“You're the oxygen in my lungs,” I murmur against her spine as I position myself. “The blood in my veins. You think you can just leave? Might as well ask me to stop breathing.”
I line my cock up and push forward, breaching that tight ring of muscle. She gasps, body tensing.
“Relax, wildflower.” I hold still, letting her adjust. “That's it. Take what's yours.”
I sink deeper, inch by inch, until I'm buried completely. The sensation is overwhelming. She's shaking beneath me, little whimpers escaping her throat.
“You feel that?” I pull back and thrust forward, establishing a rhythm. “Feel how perfectly you take me? This body was made for me. Every hole, every inch of skin, every breath you take—mine.”
My hand snakes around to find her clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves while I fuck her ass. Her moans grow louder, uninhibited in the darkness of the woods.
“No one else gets this.” Each word punctuated by a thrust. “No one else touches you, tastes you, fills you. You're sewn into my skin, written in my bones, carved into my fucking soul.”
Her walls clench around me as she nears another edge.
“Come for me.” I pinch her clit, increasing the pressure. “Come with my cock buried in your ass.”
Her entire body goes rigid. A scream tears from her throat as she shatters, clenching around me so tight I see stars. The sensation drags me over the edge with her.
“Fuck, Lia—” My hips jerk forward one final time as I empty myself inside her, filling her exactly like I promised. Pulse after pulse, I pour everything into her until I'm completely spent.
I stay buried inside her, both of us breathing hard. She's trembling, barely holding herself up on her hands and knees.
“Stay there,” I order, pulling out carefully.
She whimpers at the loss, her body trying to clench around nothing. I watch my cum start to drip out, marking her as mine. Reaching into my other pocket, I pull out the emerald plug I grabbed before leaving the penthouse.
“Told you I was going to keep my seed inside you.” I press the plug against her stretched hole, working it in slowly. She gasps, her fingers digging into the dirt. “There. Perfect.”
The plug sits snugly, a beautiful contrast against her skin. I help her up, pulling her leggings back into place. She sways on her feet, exhausted and thoroughly fucked.
“You're a monster,” she whispers, but there's no heat in it. Just acceptance. Maybe even affection.
“Your monster.” I turn her to face me, cupping her jaw. Dirt streaks her cheek, leaves tangle in her hair, and she's never looked more beautiful. “The one you chose when you signed that contract. When you let me claim you at the Hunt. When you fell in love with me fifteen years ago and never stopped, no matter how far you ran.”
Her eyes fill with tears, not from fear or regret, but something else entirely.
“I need you to understand something.” I press my forehead to hers. “When I said you're the oxygen in my lungs, I meant it. You leave, I suffocate. That's not romantic metaphor bullshit. That's reality. My reality.”
“That's insane.”
“Yes.” I don't deny it. Can't.“Insane,” I agree, brushing dirt from her cheek with my thumb. “Obsessive. Possessive. Unhinged.” Each word is a confession I don't bother to hide. “I'm not going to wake up one day and be a different man, Lia. I'm not going to stop tracking you, stop watching you, stop needing to know where you are every second of every day.”
She doesn't flinch. Just watches me with those amber eyes that have haunted me since we were seventeen.
“I tortured a man tonight,” I continue, because she deserves the truth laid bare. “Cut off his fingers one by one. And I'd do it again tomorrow if it meant keeping you safe. I'd burn Ravenwood to ash if someone tried to take you from me.”
“I know.” Her voice is steady despite the tears tracking through the dirt on her face.
“But here's what else is true.” I capture her face in both hands, forcing her to see what I've never shown anyone else. The part of me that isn't violence and darkness. “When you left fifteen years ago, you took pieces of me I didn't even know existed. Pieces I've been trying to get back every day since. Not because I wanted to possess you like some object, but because without you, I'm just?—”
The words stick in my throat. Vulnerable isn't a language I speak.
“I'm just the monster,” I finally manage. “With you, I'm more. A man that maybe doesn't deserve you, but who is capable of love so fierce it would make gods jealous.”
