My breath saws from my chest, the cold biting at the bare skin on my face and hands. I can’t hear him behind me, I can’t hear anything over the blood roaring in my ears.
My legs pump as I run through the trees, dodging low hanging branches that whip at me as if they’re trying to snare me as much as he is.
I couldn’t believe what he’d done to Eleanor. He drugged her, for fucks sake, he could have killed her. And now he was chasing me through the damned woods, and I was liking it.
We weren’t going to address the warm heat pooling low in my stomach or how I ached between the thighs.
My adrenaline makes it easy to continue even if I was quickly running out of energy. Just get to the main road and I could get out of here. Did I really want him to put a gun in his mouth?
I don’t have time to think about it when I hear his heavy footfall behind me. Shit.
I push myself harder, faster, a little bubble of fear making it hard not to let out a scream.
I feel his presence gaining on me, but I quickly dart left, then right, throwing myself into the thicker, denser part of the woods. His footfall stop, and silence settles. I stop myself, pressing myself into the trunk of a tree and taking deep steady breaths even though they sound as if I’m breathing through a microphone.
A branch snaps to my left and my head whips in that direction. Or was it right? I was disorientated. I couldn’t tell where any of these sounds were coming from or where to look.
Slowly, I inch out from behind the tree, looking back the way I came.
“You’ll have to do better than that to escape me, Snow,” his voice is a deep caress from right behind me, a baritone that sends warning shivers down my spine. I let out a little startled yelp as his arms come around me and he pins me to the tree. He doesn’t even look remotely winded from the chase.
Wetness pools between my legs, the feral, satisfied gleam in his eye only making it hotter. He runs his nose up my throat, “You wanted to be caught didn’t you, Snow, you like it when I chase.”
He lifts and my legs automatically go around his waist, letting him grind right up against me.
He kisses me then, tongue pushing through my lips as he grinds his cock into me at the same rhythm.
“Try as you might to fight me and yourself, you can’t deny it. We were made for each other.”
He keeps me pinned, my legs around him as his hands slide up my sweater, fingers kneading my breasts and rolling my nipples. I moan into his mouth.
“I’m going to fuck you right here,” he whispers, “I’m going to fuck you so hard they’ll hear your scream from a mile away and you’re going to let me, aren’t you, my Isobel.”
“Yes.”
“Good girl,” He praises, letting me down only to drop into a crouch to tackle my trousers, popping the button before he roughly shoves them down my legs and forces my shoes off my feet so he can take them all the way off. The air bites at my skin, chasing goosebumps down my legs but I barely feel the cold when my whole body burns. On his way back up, he runs his tongue up my thighs, pausing briefly at the scar there and once he’s stood fully, he cups my pussy.
“You’ve been wet this whole time, haven’t you,” he chuckles darkly, pushing harder as I grind against the heel of his hand, “Even back at the house, you thrive in the chaos, Snow.”
I don’t expect the slap against my pussy, don’t expect the pleasurable sting it causes. I moan loudly, unashamed.
His eyes darken.
“Are you ready for me, Snow?”
“Yes, God, please.”
“Say my name when I’m fucking you, Snow, it’s me here, not God.”
“Shit,” I hiss as he spins me roughly and plants both my hands onto the tree, kicking out my legs wider for him. For a second nothing happens. I go to move, to seek him out.
His hand connects to my ass, “Stay still.”
I freeze, a little shocked from the sting on my ass.
“Don’t you look beautiful like this,” he growls, “So open and aching for me.”
He slides his fingers over the throbbing flesh on my ass before swiping those fingers through me, teasing. Anticipation makes my knees shake as I hear him moving, the rustle of clothing being removed making me want to turn and watch. I stay still though and when the head of his hard cock presses against me, I almost whimper in relief. He slides in slow, going deep until he’s fully inserted himself and my ass is resting against his lower abdomen. He holds there, kneading my flesh.
He slides out and in, slowly, his groans echoing around my head.
My fingernails scratch against the tree bark.
His pace increases at a torturous speed, and I can’t help myself, I start to meet his thrusts, pushing myself back against him in hopes of spurring him on harder, faster.
“Greedy, greedy girl,” he tuts, hands sliding around to cup my hips before he yanks me back hard and rough, going so deep I feel him everywhere. I cry out, the sound loud in the peaceful silence of the woods.
He doesn’t stop. One deep thrust turns to two, and then three and then he’s fucking me, hard, fast.
“Shit, yes,” I praise, “Like that, Hunter.”
He growls his approval. I hold the tree, fingers aching but fuck, it’s good. It’s so fucking good.
The slap of his skin is loud in my ears, my breathing rough and uneven. I could feel myself growing close, this burning need deep inside that was both odd and euphoric. He pounds into me, the rhythm never ceasing, his groans only making that tightening inside grow.
“I’m going to come,” I breathe, “Fuck, yes.”
His fingers squeeze once on my hips before I feel him lean over me, pulsing his hips as the head of his cock rubs up against that sweet spot inside. The pressure boils, my muscles clenching and when his fingers press into my clit, I swear I see stars. I cry out as my orgasm barrels through me, a release that shatters me wholly. I feel a warm wetness, a lot of liquid but I can’t seem to care enough to wonder what the fuck just happened. He fucks me through it until he finds his own release. His fingers bite against me as he stills, emptying himself on a long groan.
My knees don’t feel completely there, and they wobble under my weight.
“Up you come, baby,” Hunter whispers, “Lean on me.”
I do, eyes closing as my body relaxes, the aftershocks rattling my muscles.
I hear and feel him moving around, adjusting himself as he redresses and then he carefully moves down my body, helping me slide my panties and trousers back on. I wince when I feel that wetness on my skin, soaking into my clothes.
Before I can say anything on it though, he scoops me up, cradling me to his chest.
“We’ll shower when we get back,” He tells me gently, starting the walk back.
I stay quiet, reveling in the high.
“We’re going to do that again, Snow,” he tells me, “Seeing you squirt like that,” he growls, “I need to have that again.”
I don’t disagree with him.
Back at the car, he places me into the front seat, and I don’t fight him when he slides the belt across me. The drive is quick, and it isn’t long before we pull into a large parking lot outside one of the fancier hotels in the city.
“Wait here,” Hunter says. I was too tired to do anything else. I watch him drowsily as he strides confidently across the lot and into the hotel, the crystal chandeliers hanging in the foyer sparkling and sending prisms of light out the door and onto the concrete. It was pretty. When he comes back, he’s holding a room key.
“Let’s go, Snow,” he says gently, “Can you walk?”