Sunshine and The Stalker

“Are you scared?” I murmur, my nose inches from hers.

She swallows and gives me a slight nod. “Kinda.”

“Scared I’ll hurt you?”

“In more ways than you know.”

“A little pain can be nice though,” I tell her. “A little pain makes you appreciate the pleasure. It’s a reminder that not everything is sweet.”

“I’m afraid . . .” She trails off and turns her head.

I grip her jaw and move her head until our eyes lock once again. “Afraid of my fat cock stretching you and making you bleed?” I arch a brow in question.

“More like afraid of you ripping my heart out and feeding on it,” she admits with a whisper.

I rub my cock between the lips of her pussy against her clit. “I don’t care about hearts,” I tell her with a frown. “Why would I want that?”

She blinks at me sadly. “Exactly.”

“I’m not a normal man,” I admit, my hips unrelenting as they rock against her.

“No shit?” she deadpans, her voice breathy.

“I don’t feel or think as one should. I’m not a romantic or even sweet.” Guilt surges up inside of me, and I hate the feeling. “If that is what you’re looking for . . .”

She laughs. “I wasn’t looking for anything. It found me, remember?”

Despite her laughter, her eyes are sad. Lonely. Longing and aching for connection. I’ve seen the despondent look in my own reflection at times. I don’t understand it, but I feel allured by it.

Her eyes dart past me toward the door, and I frantically think she might just up and leave. The thought is maddening, and it has me gripping her wrists to pin her to the bed. Wild amber eyes lock with mine, and her lips part. I rub and rub and rub my cock against her clit until she’s whimpering out another breathy orgasm. The condoms are in the drawer. So close.

“I need to put on a condom,” I bark out, irrationally angry at her for putting me under her spell.

“So do it.”

I pull away slightly and look between us. She looks too. My tip presses gently into her, barely so, much like my fingers from before.

“This is dangerous,” I warn.

“You’re dangerous,” she bites back.

Our eyes clash again. She is fiery and brave and curious and so goddamned trusting. If you bare your throat to a beast, he’s going to bite it. He’s going to exert his power over you.

“I could fuck you bare, girl. What do you think about that?”

Her challenging eyes narrow, and her nostrils flare. “I think you talk a lot.”

With a growl and a hard thrust of my hips, I drive into the tightest fucking cunt I’ve ever been inside of. Her screams—my God, how they’re loud—rival that of the roars of my own beastliness. She has claws. Fuck, how she has claws. And she uses them. Tears at the flesh of my arms as I drive into her again.

She’s driven me to madness.

I’m not myself in this woman’s presence.

I’m not wild and free.

She has caged me.

It is me who bares his throat and she who stakes claim over me.

My, how the roles have reversed.

“James,” she utters, two tears leaking out of the corner of each of her eyes.

Leaning forward, I dart my tongue out and lick one of them from her temple. “I know, Cerys. I feel it too.”

8

Cerys

My body arches as he moves inside me, thickening, stretching me painfully. As much as I should feel scared, I don’t. He holds me so close. He moves in sync with me, as if I’d been made for him. To offer him pleasure as he draws it from me.

I cry out with every thrust. He doesn’t make love to me; he fucks me. He’s a beast, hungry and feral. An animal taking what he needs, and I revel in it. Our gazes lock as he continues to open me, connecting not only our bodies, but something deeper I can’t explain.

I can’t help wincing as he rolls his hips, bucking into me like a man possessed. There’s pleasure and pain rippling through me, and it feels as if I can’t root myself to just one emotion. Torn, weather-beaten by a man who was a stranger, but now . . . now he’s here, taking my virginity, and I want him to.

“You’re an animal,” I whimper, clawing his skin with my nails, causing his face to light up with satisfaction. He wants me to hurt him the same way he hurts me. I lift my hips, clenching my pussy until he’s growling like a bear.

There’s an ache in my chest threatening to burst, and my eyes leak with salty emotion. He feels it too. His eyes bore into mine, watching me as I come apart beneath him. His body, so large and heavy, fucks me into the mattress.

He leans in, licking the tears from my face, savoring my taste. “Wet my dick, little girl,” he murmurs against my lips. Stealing one between his teeth, he bears down, biting hard. I whimper as it shoots a jolt of electricity straight to my clit, and I fly over the edge.