Hunting Beauty (Possessing Beauty 4)

My cock throbbed between my legs as my hungry gaze moved to the gentle swell of her breast and the soft pink nipples capping them that begged to be sucked on. My eyes devoured her — the flare of her hips, the softness of her belly, the long legs.

Holy fuck she was a goddess. Everything about her screamed at me to take her — to claim her as mine. I needed to have her, and my cock agreed with me, pulsing rock hard in my pants. My pulse roared with the need to make her mine. I wanted to shove her against that tree, wrap those thighs around my waist, and plunge every single throbbing inch of my cock inside of her.

I wanted to feel her sweet juices run down my balls as she squealed for more. I wanted to bend her over and run my tongue over every inch of her. I wanted all of her, instantly. And yet, it wasn’t just my cock that wanted her. One look in those eyes and I fell — like, fell fell. As in, the ground slipped out from beneath me, and time stood still.

And nothing else mattered

Not the mission, not the danger that could be anywhere. Not that I was on duty. Not that she was clearly way too young for a man my age.

But fucking none of that mattered right then, because this girl was perfection. She pulled something inside of me — she connected dots I’d left unconnected. She fit into the hole that’d been ripped out of my heart years ago.

In one single second, I saw it all in her. Tripping, falling into those eyes, I saw a life I’d only imagined. I saw a home. I saw her waiting for me in the doorway.

I saw the way her lips ached for a kiss even before I’d come up the walkway. Shit, I saw children — dark hair, her eyes, my tanned skin.

One second, and my whole world changed.

She gasped, suddenly yanking the flimsy garment in her hand up to her chin, as if that would hide her. Her eyes darted over mine, her hands tight on what appeared to be a dress of some sort.

“I—”

“Damon,” I growled lowly.

Yeah, smooth, asshole.

“I’m Damon.”

She nodded, her eyes wide.

She could have screamed

She could have run shrieking from the man who’d just walked in on her changing in the woods.

But she didn’t do either of those things. She stood where she was, her lips parted, her pulse beating in the hollow of her neck.

I couldn’t keep away.

I couldn’t not touch her a second longer, as much as I knew moving closer might shatter all of this, like startling a songbird perched on a branch. But I couldn’t stay away. I stepped forward, fully expecting her to run.

She didn’t. Her breath caught, and she shivered, but she never moved back, not even when I moved right into her.

“Where the hell have you been?” I murmured, feeling like I was under a spell.

Her brow wrinkled, her lips curling slightly

“I’m not sure what you mean,” she whispered.

“Where the hell have you been all my damn life?” I murmured.

She smiled shyly.

“Tell me your name.”

She bit her lip, her hands tightening on the thin dress barely covering her nude body.

“That’s a bit forward.”

I raised a brow. “Forward? No, forward would be telling you you’re the most gorgeous creature I’ve ever seen. That you’re an angel. That you’ve put a spell on me, and now I can’t seem to look away.”

She blushed, the pink blooming on her porcelain cheeks as she grinned.

I stepped closer, and she gasped.

“Forward, would be telling you I want to run my tongue over every inch of you until you’re begging me to stop.”

She gasped, loudly, her face bright red. I grinned.

Good.

Let this little wood nymph get all flustered by me. And I could tell it wasn’t flustered in a bad way. Not in the way her cheeks glowed, and the way her hands tightened on that dress. The way her nipples poked through it.

“So you won’t tell me your name.”

She shook her head, her eyes never leaving mine, her breath coming in pants as I moved forward.

“What if I made it worth your while?”

She whimpered.

Fuck.

My cock grew another fucking half inch, if that was even possible at this point.

“Worth my while?”

“A trade,” I grinned. My hand moved towards her, and I watched her hesitate for one second, a shiver running through her body. I paused, but when her brow wrinkled, and when her hips subtly arched towards me, I knew she craved it as much as I did.

My hand continued, until fingers brushed her bare, warm hip.

I groaned.

I could have grabbed her right there, spread those legs, and taken her right then. Fuck, I almost did, but this little dance was too much fun. The slow tease, the waiting until this little angel was begging me to take her. I didn’t know who the fuck she was out here — some farmer’s daughter? Just a weekend hiker? We were barely within the boundaries of King Lorne’s kingdom of Berne — wild territory, near where the insurgents were in hiding.