Chapter Sixteen
TheforceofMicah’s body hit Isabel so hard it knocked the wind out of her. Once she had her wits about her, she realized he’d finally caught her, and it brought a smile to her face. The weight of his body on hers forced her into the mud and brush beneath them. She tried hopelessly to push him off her back, to no avail. Isabel screamed and reached around, looking for something she could use to fend him off. Her fingertip brushed the bark of what had to be a small branch as she pulled herself forward, reaching with all her might to grab a hold of it.
Micah’s large hand came down on hers. His reach was so much longer that he grabbed it with ease. “You think you can hurt me with this?” he growled into her ear. When she didn’t respond, he yelled louder, “Answer me!”
“Fuck off,” she ground out, elbowing him in the ribs.
He grabbed her arms and put them both over her head, holding her in place.
“Such a dirty mouth for such a pretty lamb,” he said as he leaned over her and inhaled her scent.
He shifted so both of her wrists were pinned into the mud under one of his large hands. With the other, he lifted himself up only enough to turn her over, so she was facing him. The maneuver seemed impossible, but she wasn’t expecting it, so her body moved for him with ease. Pissed at herself for letting him gain on her, Isabel looked straight at him and spit in his face. She watched as his eyes went wide with fury and a disturbing smile came over him. The shock of what she had done had provided her with the distraction she needed. She shifted her hips enough to get one of her legs free and she twisted beneath him so she could knee him hard and fast on the side of his thigh. He let her hands go to block her legs, a rookie move that made her wonder if he was giving into her wishes or defending himself. She pushed at his chest and beat at it with her fists. Each time she made contact, it felt like something was giving way inside of her. The anger and fury she had bottled up for years was right at the surface and she was going to take it out on the man holding her down.
When she went for his face, he blocked her by grabbing her arm and pinning it back to the ground. Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest and her arousal made her legs slippery without panties to catch it. She could feel a stick stabbing into her upper back and the pain egged her on. Isabel pressed herself harder into it, relishing in the sweet relief it provided. Pain provided clarity and in the real world, it was so hard to find. Her movements slowed as her body gave in. The stress of the chase followed by the fight was wearing her out.
“Are you ready now, little lamb? Are you ready to submit to me?”
“Never,” she said, turning her head from his and looking out into the darkness.
“You body says otherwise,” he said, reaching down and pressing a finger deep inside her, “Your sweet juices are calling my name, little one. I can smell you mixed with the mud and river. You can’t deny it.”
Her dress had ridden up in the struggle and was up around her chest. Her body was naked beneath him and there really was nothing she could do to hide her current state. If she was honest with herself, she didn’t want to hide from him. He was her everything, the man who would make every fantasy of hers come to life if she asked nicely, and tonight she had. Lost in her thoughts, she missed the movement until it was too late. Micah had lowered his head and in a matter of seconds bit the top of her breast so hard it likely broke the skin. Her body tensed under the pain, and she loved every bit of it.
“Yes. Fuck, yes,” she yelled out, raising her hips and pressing her core into him.
“You like that little lamb?” He lifted his head and then struck again like a snake playing with its prey. The next bite came down on her hip and since he released her arms, he took that moment to pull her ruined sundress over her head.
“Such hard, tight nipples. Begging for my attention,” he said, flicking one and then the other with his fingers before pinching them so tightly she screamed.
The next time his teeth dug into her neck, she closed her eyes as her mind cleared and the surrounding sounds of the springs disappeared. Sweet bliss; the pain in her body created the silence in her mind she craved more than anything in the world. She felt Micah move above her as she lay in the brush's comfort with her eyes closed and a smile across her face. When he returned to her, she felt his hot, clammy skin against her own and a tear of relief slid down her cheek. He lifted her hips without warning and plunged deep inside her. She was growing accustomed to his size, but the amount of force he put into his first thrust made her gasp. Tonight, there was no time to adjust to the pounding he was providing for her. Her legs wrapped around his as he rocked into her harder than he ever had before. Each movement was stronger and faster than the one before, never missing the spot deep within her that turned her excitement into the beginning of ecstasy. With a snarl, he leaned over her and swirled his tongue over the bite mark he left on her neck. A low grunt escaped his lips as her body tensed under him and her orgasms slammed into her without warning. He fucked her harder as she cried out from the magnitude of her climax. Isabel tried pushing him from her so she could relax into the last few waves, but he refused.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he said, pulling from her pussy and flipping her onto her stomach. Isabel’s legs were shaking and she couldn’t hold herself up, but that didn’t matter. Nothing seemed to matter to Micah at that moment and nothing would stop him unless she called out her safe word. There was no way in hell she would do that. She had never felt safer in all her life. Micah gripped her hips and pressed into her from behind, holding her steady with one hip while reaching for her hair with the other. He tightened his grip at the base of her neck and pulled until her lips parted in a silent gasp and she looked back to catch the look in his eye. He was a pure predator at that moment, and his only goal was to use her body for his pleasure.
Micah’s grunts became more regular while his movements felt erratic. The only sound she could hear was the slapping of his flesh to hers. She wanted to beg, plead for it to stop as the tears ran down her face. But it would be a waste of energy, a useless effort. He wouldn’t stop.
“Mine,” he growled out into the woods.
“Mine.”
“MINE!”
The final snarling yell set her over the edge again. The denial that her body could handle him was a joke. He knew what he was doing. He knew exactly what she needed. When her pussy clamped onto him as her orgasm ravaged her body, he erupted inside her. Feeling him pulse deep within her and knowing his cum was coating her insides brought on a whole new level of excitement. Tonight they had decided they wanted nothing between them, and after this, she would never go back.
He pulled out of her abruptly, and her pussy immediately ached for him. She let out a whimper until he collapsed beside her and laid on his side, panting and sweating as and reached forward and pulled her into him.
They laid in silence, just staring at each other for what felt like forever, and as the sounds of the forest came back to life, he kissed her on her forehead.
“You’re incredible.” he whispered, but his expression looked torn.
“What’s wrong?” Isabel whispered quietly.
“I’m worried I hurt you. Are you okay?”
“You did, but I’m better than I’ve ever been. This was everything I needed.”
“You’re sure?”
“Micah, what’s going on?”