Page 47 of Kept

And that fucking hair trails behind her like she’s some sort of damn forest nymph.

Groaning, I dig my palms into my eyes, swallowing down the sudden rush of arousal that’s shot straight to my dick.

Why the ever living fuck is she running through the forest naked?

I think it’s safe to assume that she’s probably not running away unless she’s got the urge to join a nudist colony, so I follow her from a distance, doing my best to keep my eyes up even as my chest tightens with every step she takes.

What the hell is she doing out here?

A shockingly husky laugh rings out as she reaches a clearing and throws herself down, rubbing her hands into the dirt. Swallowing, I watch as she rolls over and then over again, her hair wrapping around her as she comes to a slow halt, throwing her arms out wide. A delighted grin spread across those plush lips as she wriggles, sighing contentedly.

My fingers curl with need.

The urge to stride in, to push her legs open, see the shocked surprise in those pretty green eyes change to arousal when my fingers push through the pale thatch of curls I can see hinted at between her creamy thighs, to drag my tongue over her clit and roll it until it’s nice and swollen for me, the better to graze my teeth over until she’s shaking and begging against me.

Zella shuddering, crying out into the forest as I steal her pleasure from her and make it mine.

Makehermine.

Fuck, it would be so easy. She closes her eyes, stretching her arms over her head and breathing deeply. Completely relaxed.

Completely innocent.

I force the thoughts back, locking them down.

But there’s one thing I can teach her, if only for her to think twice the next time she decides to run at night with not a fucking stitch on.

My strides are slow and lazy as I walk up to her. She’s completely clueless, a soft smile on her face as I lean over her.

Her hands curl into the ground, her fingers toying with the dirt.

Her skin fucking gleams, almost angelic in the faint strands of moonlight filtering through the trees.

I ease down silently, my elbows on either side of her face. Her eyes fly open as she registers the danger a little too late, but my body is already pressed against hers, my hand over her mouth as I grip her wrist and hold it up.

She wriggles, green eyes wide and panicked noises coming from her throat as I hold her.

Leaning down, I turn her face to the side and run my nose along her neck, up to her ear.

“You,” I murmur, “have been avery bad princess.”

If her sense of self-preservation wasn’t already fucked, she relaxes as she recognises my voice. Zella’s body softens as I sink against her, jean-clad hips pressing into her bare skin. My cock hardens, and I wonder if she can feel it. If she even knows what it means.

She grumbles something into my hand, and I take just one more second to breathe in the faint, flowery scent of her skin, the mix of fresh earth and warmth. Wishing I could take more.

But angels like her aren’t for the darkness of devils like me.

So I free her lips instead of catching them with mine, watching the way the plump lines turn up. She smiles at me, even as her breathing shakes. “Ryder,” she whispers. “What are you doing?”

Her hands are still gripped in mine, and I lean down to rub my nose against hers. Shelaughs.

Zero self-fucking preservation.

“Stalking you through the forest,” I raise an eyebrow. “Why are you not wearing any clothes, princess?”

At the reminder, her cheeks flush a deep color, the red spreading up and over her chest. I don’t look down. I won’t have any self-control if I do.

I need a fucking award for this shit. And a cold shower.

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