I use my Glamour to dress me in robes, like the monks, and pull the hood down low over my face, hiding my identity. Although I’m allowed into the sanctuary, I don’t want to advertise my presence.
‘Be wary of the people here,’ I tell her. She’s still human and despite the fact she’s shown how strong she can be, the Underworld is a dark and dangerous place. And she’s surrounded by people who would break her if they were allowed.
* * *
Under the clear night sky, the bright moonlight, we creep our way through the cloisters and down the flagstoned corridors of the monastery. Niamh leads the way to her room and at the door, I stop her, no longer able to wait. I push her roughly against the cold wall, putting my hand behind her head and bringing her lips up to meet mine. I kiss her hard, our faces hidden by the hoods of our robes, lost in the desperation to have each other. She angles her hips up, grinding against me, feeling the solid length of my cock, which has been teased for too long. I want her on her knees in front of me, taking me into that sweet mouth of hers. The thought of fucking her mouth in the corridor of the monastery, knowing that any of the Seven might come out and find us, sends a low groan through me. I can feel the pre-cum on the tip of my cock and I know I’m going to corrupt every essence of her innocence.
‘You’re mine,’ I whisper.
‘But you’re not mine,’ she dares to say before I make contact. I stop, breathing heavily, my heartbeat pounding inside me and drop my forehead to hers. She tries to step to the side, but I don’t let her, keeping her pinned in place and cupping her chin with my hand.
‘Yes, I am.’
‘But—’
‘You think I am going to go back to my fiancée after this? I’ve tried so long not to want you, not to think about you, but now I have you and I’ve tasted your sweet pussy I am never letting that go. You’re mine.’
‘I thought that maybe you planned to keep me here…’ She slowly raises her eyes to mine. ‘Does Vittoria know I’m alive?’
‘Not yet.’
‘You lied to her?’
I smile at her as I stroke her cheek with the back of my hand. ‘No, I just didn’t tell her the truth. I gave her a deer’s heart, and let her assume.’
Niamh’s eyes widen. ‘She asked you to cut out my heart and give it to her?’
‘Yes.’
‘So, last night. In the woods. That’s what you were planning to do?’
I keep hold of her, my arm winding around her waist, keeping her flush to me, and push open the wooden door to her room, backing her inside. The room is small and simple, furnished with the basics that someone might need for a quiet life. I notice the bed, a single narrow frame, made for one person not two.
‘You know I’m the Huntsman, right?’ I look down at her.
She nods.
‘But I could never have…’ I draw in a breath ‘I want you, Niamh. So much.’ I guide her hand under my robes to show her just how much. She gasps as her fingers tighten around my length, and I show her how to stroke me. My lips curve into a lazy grin. Her eyes widen, but it’s with lust as much as fear. Her fingers stroke the top of my cock, a drop of pre-cum coating them and I moan, letting her know how good this feels.
‘But you didn’t take my heart,’ she says, her hand reaching down to squeeze my heavy balls. She’s teased me enough that I don’t think I can hold on much longer, I need to find my release and an image of her desperate to please me, swallowing my cock until her breath comes in desperate, broken gasps, tears sliding down her cheeks as her throat works around me, makes my need almost painful. The thought alone nearly undoes me.
‘I couldn’t.’ I push on her shoulders, watching as she sinks to the stone floor, and I remove my robes. Her breath catches as her gaze roams over my body, lingering on the chiselled lines of my abs, the powerful curve of my thighs. For a moment she looks as if she’s unsure whether to worship me or surrender. Tentatively leaning forward, she grips me with both hands, her eyes wide as she takes in the full length of my cock. I step closer, lining myself up with her perfect pink mouth as she opens it slightly, her tongue flicking out to lick across my tip then closes her mouth around the tip of my cock and sucks. I let out a guttural moan of pleasure as her tongue toys with me, the sensation of her warm wet heat enough to make me worry about spilling down her throat like a virgin. She runs her tongue around me as she draws me deeper, licking and sucking, as her hands grip my base, working up and down, finding a steady rhythm.
I place my hands either side of her face and thrust, gently at first but then harder and harder, needing to feel her take me all. She blinks up at me as I force myself deeper, feeling her throat pulse as those tears I imagined spring to her eyes.
‘Are you all right?’ I check in with her, relieved when she nods. A moan escapes her mouth while her tongue works my length, her hand falling to her side as she angles her head to take me deeper.
I’ve imagined this moment in so many ways, but never did I expect it to feel this good. My orgasm is building fast, and I don’t think I can hold out long. Chasing her the other night, kissing her, feeling the tightness of her pussy around my fingers– I’ve wanted it all for so long and with every new sensation she’s bringing me closer to the edge. With one last thrust, I spill down her throat. Her eyes widen as she struggles to swallow, but she does, then looks up at me, eyes bright as she lets me slip from her mouth then licks her lips.
Her eyes are full of a knowledge she didn’t possess before, and there’s a satisfied smile on her lips. My innocent angel corrupted by my dark desires. And she loves it.
‘One day, soon, we’ll go back to the woods. Recreate the hunt.’
Her breath hitches, desire sparking in her eyes. I help her up, and wrap my arms around her.
‘And this time when I catch you, I’ll make you submit willingly to everything I want to do to you.’
‘But you definitely won’t try to kill me next time?’
