Page 65 of Stalked
“Vane,” she pleads, her voice wrecked with need. “Please fuck me. I need you inside me now.”
I reach up to stroke her cheek, thumb grazing her bottom lip.
“Want to fly for me again, wildflower?” I ask, nodding toward the suspension rig. “Want me to fuck you again where you can't escape me?”
Her eyes darken with desire, pupils blown wide.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Fuck me again.”
I look down at Lia—flushed, marked, and mine. Her eyes are glazed with desire, pupils dilated as she watches my every move. The power I have over her in this moment is fucking intoxicating.
“Watch me,” I command, my voice rough with need as I unbuckle my leather pants.
I free my cock, gripping it in my fist. It's rock hard, veins prominent along the thick shaft as I pump it slowly. Pre-cum beads at the tip as I stroke myself, my gaze never leaving her face.
“See what you do to me? Fifteen fucking years and I'm still this hard for you.”
Her lips part, tongue darting out to wet them as she stares hungrily at my cock. She tugs against the restraints, clearly wanting to touch me but unable to break free.
“Please,” she whispers, her voice taking on that dreamy quality that tells me she's slipped fully into subspace. “I need you... inside me... everywhere.”
I move closer, brushing the head of my cock against her pussy. “You want me in every hole, don't you, wildflower? Want me to fill you completely?”
She nods frantically.
“Say it,” I demand, pulling back just enough to deny her. “Tell me who owns you.”
“You,” she breathes without hesitation, too far gone in her submission to fight me anymore. “I'm yours, Vane. I've always been yours.”
I position myself between her spread thighs.
“That's right,” I growl, lining my cock up with her entrance. “And you're never running from me again.”
I grip her hips hard enough to bruise.
“Every night,” I growl, slamming into her with one brutal thrust, “I dreamed of marking you like this.”
Lia's back arches off the platform, her pussy clenching around me instantly. She's coming already, her walls gripping my cock in violent pulses as I bottom out inside her.
“That's it,” I snarl, feeling her convulse around me. “Squeeze my cock with that greedy cunt. Show me how much you missed me.”
I don't give her time to recover, setting a punishing rhythm. The rope marks crossing her skin from earlier look like a map of ownership—my ownership.
“Fifteen years,” I pant, bending down to bite the curve where her neck meets her shoulder. “Fifteen fucking years knowing other men were touching what's mine.”
I suck hard enough to leave a mark that'll last for days, a primal need to brand her overwhelming me. My teeth break skin, and the metallic tang of her blood fuels something feral inside me.
“Your blood tastes like sin,” I murmur against her skin, licking the wound. “Like forbidden fruit that's finally ripened for harvest.”
I move to her breasts, capturing a nipple between my teeth and tugging until she screams. The sound drives me deeper, harder, my hips snapping against hers with enough force to shake the entire platform.
“You think any of those New York dominants could claim you like this?” I devour her other breast, sucking marks into the soft flesh. “They're fucking amateurs. I've been crafting this moment since you ran.”
Her eyes roll back, another orgasm ripping through her as I pound into her relentlessly. I'm unhinged now, a predator finally devouring his prey after a too-long hunt.
“I'm going to ruin you for anyone else,” I promise darkly, my voice barely human. “By the time this Hunt ends, you'll be dripping with my seed, covered in my marks, begging for my collar.”
“More... Please, Vane, more,” Lia moans, her body writhing beneath mine as much as the restraints allow, desperate and needy.
