I am. But I’ll never admit it.
He kneels behind me, his arms coming around my shoulders, his chest pressed to my back, his mouth at my ear.
“Fuuuuuck. You are so beautiful like this.” His voice is a rasp, a slight tremor to it, as if he’s barely holding himself back.
One second I am kneeling in the cold, sucking air, the world a mess of color—and the next I am on my back in the grass, Julian’s weight driving the breath from my lungs. He’s straddling my hips, pinning both wrists above my head with one hand.
He’s shaking, but it’s not from exhaustion. It’s need. It’s want so raw I can feel it burning out of him, fusing with my own.
His other hand is at my throat, thumb pressed to my jaw, forcing my face up to his.
We are both panting. Our chests rise and fall in perfect sync, lungs devouring the same air, eyes locked together in a dare neither of us wants to win.
He claims my mouth, the kiss brutal and claiming. I open for him, teeth clashing, and bite back, drawing blood. He shudders, moans, presses harder until I taste copper and spit and both of us.
The hand at my throat slides down to the neckline of the dress. He fists the fabric and tears, the sound of splitting linen echoing in the clearing. The night air rushes over my skin, all at once, raising every nerve to high alert. My nipples harden, my legs kick up in reflex, but he’s already pinned me again, both hands on my wrists now.
He looks down at the mess he’s made of me—dress shredded to my ribs, chest heaving, hair in knots around my face, crown destroyed. I feel like a sacrifice laid out on the altar of the wild.
He licks the blood from my lips, slow, savoring it, and then moves lower, kissing the line of my jaw, the hollow of my throat. When he gets to my collarbone he bites, hard, and I gasp, the pain a white-hot crackle that runs straight between my legs.
He knows what he’s doing. He always does.
His mouth moves lower, teeth marking a trail down my sternum, tongue darting out to soothe each bite. I arch into him, desperate for more, and he rewards me by rolling one nipple between his teeth, then the other. I cry out, the sound ragged, ripped from somewhere I didn’t know I could reach.
He lets go of my wrists. I thread my hands into his hair, drag his face back to mine, and kiss him again, feral, frantic, clawing at his back.
Ineedhim closer to me.
He’s hard. So hard it’s ridiculous, the outline of him through his pants a big bulge between my legs.
He slides one hand down my belly, pausing to trace the new bruises forming on my hips from the chase. His fingers dip lower, parting me, and I’m so wet it’s embarrassing, slick running down my thighs in the chill night air.
He grins, all wild, and drives two fingers inside, pumping slow, then faster. I buck against him, nails digging furrows down his shoulder blades, hips rocking in time with his thrusts.
“Please,” I whisper, but I’m not sure what I’m begging for—release, more, mercy. I want it all.
He pulls his fingers out, slides them up to my mouth, and shoves them past my lips.
“Taste yourself,” he orders.
I do. I suck his fingers, swirl my tongue around them, stare him dead in the eye as I do it. He groans, a guttural sound that tells me he’s close to losing control.
He pulls away only long enough to free his cock, tearing at his own pants with shaking hands. He doesn’t take them off, just yanks them down enough to get at me. The head of his cock is covered in precum, and I want him so much my whole body aches.
He lines himself up and pushes in, one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. I scream, the sound echoing in the empty woods, and he covers my mouth with his hand, pinning me in place.
He fucks me like he’s trying to break me. Each thrust slams me into the earth, the grass flattening beneath my ass, dew soaking my back and hair. He presses my knees up to my chest, opening me wider, driving deeper. I take it, all of it, every inch, every wordless snarl, every command whispered against my ear.
“Mine,” he says, over and over, punctuating each word with a snap of his hips.
“Yes,” I gasp, “yes, yes—”
He grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. His eyes are black, pupils blown wide.
“Who do you belong to?”
I grin through the pain, through the wild fucking joy of it.
