When she stops, leaning against a massive pine to catch her breath, I freeze. She's so fucking beautiful it makes my chest ache. Moonlight filters through the branches, casting dappled patterns across her face.
I don't move. Don't breathe. Just watch as she presses ahand to her side, wincing at what must be a cramp. She has no fucking clue I'm twenty yards away, drinking in every detail of her body.
"Come on, Ramsey," she whispers to herself, voice barely audible over the rustle of leaves. "Where the fuck are you?"
She pushes off from the tree, takes two steps, then stops again. Her legs must be burning by now. She's not used to running through rough terrain like this. I could take her right now, tackle her to the ground and claim my prize, but I'm enjoying the hunt too much. The anticipation is almost as sweet as the capture will be.
So I wait silently as she leans against another tree, this one closer to me. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her breath coming in short gasps. I can see a sheen of sweat on her collarbone, trailing down between her breasts. I want to lick it off, taste the salt of her skin, feel her pulse racing beneath my tongue.
I can't hold back any longer. The animal inside me takes over as I launch myself from my hiding spot, closing the distance between us in three swift strides.
I grab her from behind, one arm snaking around her waist, the other hand covering her mouth. She screams against my palm, the sound muffled but fucking perfect, sending a jolt of pure pleasure straight to my cock. I can feel pre-cum leaking from the tip as her body thrashes against mine.
"Got you," I growl against her ear.
She struggles harder, her ass grinding back against my erection. I spin her around and shove her down, both of us falling to the forest floor. Leaves crunch beneathus as I pin her beneath me, her wrists caught in one of my hands above her head.
"Fucking mine," I snarl, the mask making my voice sound inhuman.
I grab the front of her top and rip it straight down the middle, exposing her heaving chest. The sound of tearing fabric echoes through the trees. Her tits spill out, nipples hard and begging for my mouth. I roughly grab one breast, squeezing it hard enough to make her gasp but not hurt her.
"Look at me," I demand.
Her eyes lock with mine through the mask's eye slits. I know I must look like a nightmare creature looming over her in the darkness, and the thought makes my cock throb painfully. I squeeze her breast again, watching her pupils dilate with fear and arousal.
"Ramsey!" she gasps, but there's no real fear in her voice.
"Not Ramsey," I rasp. "I'm the thing that hunts you in the dark."
Her breathing quickens, her pupils blown wide as she stares up at the mask. "You found me," she whispers.
"Did you think you could escape me?" I press my hips down against hers, letting her feel how hard I am. "I've been tracking you for years. I will always find you. No matter where you go, or if you hide. When it comes to you, I can feel you everywhere and anywhere. You’re my goddamn north star."
"What are you going to do to me?" she asks, her voice trembling but her body arching up into mine.
"Whatever the fuck I want," I growl. "That's what happens when you're caught."
I dip my head, pushing the mask up just enough to expose my mouth, and bite down on the soft flesh of her breast. Not enough to break skin, but enough to make her cry out. I suck the spot hard, marking her, claiming her.
"Ramsey," she moans, her hands clutching at my shoulders.
I bite her again, harder this time. "What did I say?" I growl against her skin.
She gasps, her body shuddering beneath mine. "You're not Ramsey."
"That's right." I move to her other breast, leaving a twin mark. "Ramsey's the one who's been holding back. Right now, I’m your fucking phantom."
I rip her jeans down her legs, not bothering with the button or zipper. The denim tears as I yank it off her body, pushing her boots off, and leaving her in nothing but a tiny scrap of black lace. My cock throbs painfully as I take in her nearly naked form beneath me, moonlight casting shadows across her perfect fucking skin.
"You're so fucking beautiful it hurts," I growl, running my hands roughly up her thighs. "I've spent years imagining you like this—pinned beneath me, helpless, mine."
She whimpers, her hips bucking up against my touch. I can smell her arousal; the sweet musk of her making my mouth water. I hook my fingers in her panties and tear them off in one violent motion.
"Ramsey!" she gasps, but I silence her with a bite, this one on her inner thigh.
"I told you," I snarl against her skin, "that's not who I am right now."
I spread her legs wide, exposing her completely. Her pussy is glistening in the moonlight, wet and swollen and perfect.
