“No. Stop, Shiloh. This isn’t funny. I’m not in the mood, and you’re hurting me…”
I pressed closer. “You don’t get a choice tonight, Baby.”
She jerked, pulling away slightly as I got my pants down around my ankles, my hardened cock waiting at her soaked entrance.
This was the norm for us now.
She didn’t really want me to stop.
But she would tonight.
“Shiloh…I don’t…I don’t understand?—”
“You will,” I growled, my voice cracking. I sounded like…him. And my moans of pleasure from her pain increased when I thrust inside her cunt. “I’ve waited…I’ve waited a year to feel this alive again.”
I could hear the storm hammering the canvas of the maze, thunder rumbling like distant war drums. Our clothes sank into the mud, pieces of hay tore at our legs, while I wrestled her down harder into the ground. My heart pounded, my chest tightened,my lungs burned, and fucking waves of adrenaline screamed through every muscle.
Take her. Kill her. Consume her.
I caught her wrist as she tried to pull away. Her gasp cut through the storm, sharp and loud. I pressed her down harder with my body, flipping her body onto her stomach and using my knees to pin her legs down. She cried as I leaned closer, my wet hair sticking to her cheek. I could smell her. The rain, sweat, and the faint scent of perfume clung to her skin. Her pulse fluttered violently, her neck in my hands.
“Pineapple! Shiloh. Pineapple!”
Awe. She said our safeword.
Cute.
“I…I can’t stop. Not this time,” I rasped, my voice breaking, the mania flowing into my tone. “I’ve been broken for so long…desperately clinging to you like a lifeline…but you aren’t life. You are dead…you took him away from me…I need this…I need you…I just want it to end.”
Her eyes were wide with fear and confusion as they met mine, and I let her turn. “Shiloh… what are you—what are you saying?”
“I love you,” I shouted over the storm’s rage, tears mixing with the rain, water streaming into my eyes as it fell onto her naked body. “Fucking hell, I love you. But I can’t contain it anymore.”
My eyes reflected in hers, completely black.
“And I don’t want to.”
The maze shifted around us, twisting paths swallowing shadows and sounds. I pressed her tighter against me, rolling us in the dirt, fallen corn, and grass abrading our skin. Her chest heaved under mine, her wet hair stuck to my chest as I held her on top of me, forcing my cock back into her and tearing into her, using the blood to thrust harder and deeper.
Just like him.
My hands slid along her sides, gripping her tight while she bucked and screamed for help.
Desperation and grief laced with desire twisted into a single, burning pulse inside of me as I kept going.
“I’ve been so lost. I wanted to be him for you, ya know. I tried to be your perfect husband…But I can’t hold it back anymore…I need him. I need to give in.”
I couldn’t breathe, my strength was used to keep her down, my energy was sapped from my limbs, and my come filled her to the brim. I pressed my lips briefly to her neck, trying to catch my breath.
“I have to end this, Alexandra.”
Her body jerked harder, trembling now, and desperately trying to pull away. “Shiloh…I don’t understand…please, stop. You aren’t making sense.”
“I can’t,” I cried, rain slamming against my bare back, wind biting into my skin. “I can’t survive without him…I should have killed you when he gave me the chance.”
The maze shifted again, blurring my vision. She tried to dart away during my momentary lapse of judgment, but my body moved faster, instinct-driven, adrenaline-fueled. Every turn she took of the maze, every squeal, every slip of mud under her bare feet…I followed, relentless, drawn by a hunger I could no longer suppress.
I tackled her hard to the ground, pressing her into the mud to keep her safe, but my body trembled violently, the fight inside warring within me.
