“Nay, lass,” he says, and I almost don’t believe him.
“A girlfriend?”
“Nay. I don't really like people. Before I met you, I’d never been with a woman.” No fucking way, he is way too skilled.
“So you’ve never been in love before?”
“Nay. Have you?”
“Yes,” I reply and feel him stiffen under me. I smile into his chest.
“With who? I know you were pure. There’s not a man alive who could love you and leave you that way.”
“You,” I say, propping my chin on my hand to look at him better. His eyes are wide when they open.
“Me?” he asks.
“How could I not? You saved me.”
“I hope that’s not the only reason, Raleigh.”
“No. It’s not,” I begin, but he cuts me off.
“I love you too,” he says as he drags my body up his so that our lips can meet. The t-shirt I have on has ridden up, and now my ass is hanging out. He grips my ass cheeks hard, kneading them like dough. His long fingers reach between with thighs and rub my pussy. I am dripping all over his hard abs.
“Take me to bed,” I moan, needing him now. I stand up, and he does the same thing. I start to leave the room, but he grabs my hand, stopping and turning me to face him. “What? The bed is that way.”
Without a word, he drops to his knees in front of me. I look down at him, confused. I feel powerful for some reason. I have brought this big, strong, mountain man to his knees, and I don’t know what to do with that.
“You're not leaving,” he says, almost sinisterly. Hearing him talk to me like that, should scare me. Why didn’t my fight or flight instincts kick in when I realized I was all alone with a stranger in a cabin in the woods.
“Well, no. Not right now.” I am still confused.
“Not ever. I will never let you go,” he growls, making me shiver.
“I don’t want to leave, but my job, my family.”
“Fuck them. You don’t need any of that,” he says.
“Plaid, I do need them, but I need you too. I can’t let my mama think I’m dead. It’s not right.”
“You’ll leave, and you won’t come back.”
“Come with me then,” I say. I am not one to overthink things, and I am not about to start now. I recognize this whole thing is crazy, but I don’t want to be without him. I thought Stockholm Syndrome required more time, but maybe not.
“Where?”
“To the lodge. I am sure my parents are still there. I don’t think they would leave not knowing where I am.”
“Then we’ll come back?”
“Yes. I want to be with you. I wouldn’t have slept with you if I didn’t,” I say, trying to assure him of the fact.
“Marry me,” he says. Whoa, this has escalated quickly.
“Yes,” I reply without hesitation. We don’t know each other, but that’s what the rest of our lives are for.
He stands and kisses me before sweeping me into his arms. He carries me to the bed, where I pull my shirt off, baring myself to him. I am not prepared for his tongue on my clit. I moan loudly as he eats me. His tongue fucking in and out of my pussy. He tortures me mercilessly as he licks, sucks, and bites my pussy. Just as I am about to come, he whips his face away from me. I cry out in frustration.
“Raleigh,” he growls as he moves up to his knees. My eyes widen as he jerks his huge cock while looking at my naked body. The veins in his neck are sticking out. Then I feel it. Hot drops of him hit my pussy, my belly, my tits. It gets in my hair and on my face. In shock, I pull my legs up so that they are bent at the knee.
“What are you doing? Why are you wasting it?” I yell before reaching two fingers up to my cheek. Depraved as it is, I swipe it off of my face and onto my tongue. It’s thick and slightly salty but otherwise tasteless. He groans and harshly rubs in what he spilled on my belly.
“It’s not wasted. I’m branding you with my seed.”
“Why,” I moan.
“So other men know you're taken,” he says before slamming into me. The scream I let out when he does sounds like an animal. He’s not hurting me. No, he’s giving me such intense pleasure; I feel like I’ve come out of my skin. I meet him thrust for thrust as he fucks me with reckless abandon. His bed is hitting the wall, and it seems like we might go right through it. I feel my pussy tightening, my back arches off of the bed as I come, screaming his name. “You’re mine. Mine. Mine. Mine,” he chants as he moves, coming seconds behind me. I shouldn’t like that as much as I do. I was so sad and scared in the woods. I prayed that someone would rescue me. I prayed that there was a reason why I got lost, and that reason found me. Life works in mysterious ways.