Oliver goes perfectly still. The air between us thickens, charged with that same electricity that snapped earlier. He steps into my personal space until his thighs brush my knees. He towers over me, a wall of heat and muscle.
"Be careful, Avery." His voice drops an octave, turning into a growl. "I’m hanging on by a thread here. You push, and I’m going to break."
"Good," I breathe, looking up at him. "Break."
His jaw tightens. He reaches down, large, calloused hands cupping my face. Thumbs trace my cheekbones, rough skin against soft. He tilts my head back, forcing me to hold his gaze.
"You don't know what you're asking for. I’m not some boy from town who’s going to be gentle because you look sweet. I’ve lived alone on this mountain a long time. I take what’s mine."
"I know." My hands reach up to grip his wrists. His pulse hammers beneath my fingertips. "I want you to."
He searches my eyes, looking for hesitation. Finding none, he makes a low sound in his throat—a rumble of surrender and hunger.
"Stand up."
I stand.
"Shirt off."
My fingers fumble with the buttons of his flannel. My hands shake uncontrollably. He doesn't help me; he watches, eyestracking every inch of skin I reveal. When the shirt slides off my shoulders and pools on the floor, I’m left standing in just my panties.
Firelight licks at my skin, but Oliver’s gaze is hotter. He looks at my breasts, my stomach, the curve of my hips with a reverence that makes my knees weak. He isn’t just looking at me. He’s memorizing me.
"Beautiful," he murmurs. "So fucking soft."
He drops to his knees.
The sight of him—this giant, rugged man kneeling before me—steals the air from my lungs. He grips my hips, fingers digging in, anchoring me to the spot. He presses his face against my stomach, inhaling deeply, his beard scratching deliciously against my sensitive skin.
"Oliver," I gasp. Fingers thread into his thick, dark hair.
"I need to taste you," he says against my skin, the vibration sending shockwaves down to my core. "I need to know you’re wet for me."
He pulls my panties down, movements urgent now. I step out of them, kicking the fabric aside. I am completely bare before him. Vulnerable.
He leans back, looking at the center of me. My thighs tremble. I feel exposed, raw.
"Open for me."
Widening my stance, I tremble as his shadow falls over me. An electric jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure shoots straight to my gut the moment his tongue licks my swollen clit. Anchoredonly by his massive, calloused hands digging into my hips, my knees buckle under the assault. Relentless and skilled, his tongue laps at my clit with a heavy, demanding rhythm that turns my vision into a blurred haze of orange firelight. Vibrations from his guttural groan rattle through my very bones as he presses his face against my dripping pussy, greedily lapping up the hot juices I’m helpless to stop from pouring out of me.
"So sweet," he grumbles, his nose brushing against my engorged clit while he works. "You taste like you were made just for me to eat."
Pulling back and leaving me panting and bereft, Oliver stands abruptly to strip. Tossing his thermal into the shadows, he reveals a chest that is a literal wall of corded muscle and jagged scars. My breath dies in my throat as his jeans and boxers hit the floor. Standing before me, he is a terrifying, beautiful monster. His cock is brutal—thick, heavy, and jutting upward with an intimidating curve, the broad head already weeping with pre-cum.I’m going to be ruined,I think, a mix of panic and desperate need flowering in my chest.
Sinking onto the thick fur rug in front of the fireplace, he reaches out and pulls me down until I’m straddling his lap. The coarse fur pricks at my bare knees as I wrap my legs tight around his waist. This position spreads my pussy wide, forcing my soaking lips to mash directly against the throbbing, hot ridge of his cock.
"I've never done this before," I whisper, my fingertip tracing a jagged scar over his pectoral muscle. My confession hangs in the air, heavy and fragile, as I explain that my body was the only thing the foster system couldn't process—the only thing that was truly mine. I want this to be his. I want him to take it all.
A primal growl rumbles from deep in his chest, his grip on my hips tightening until it’s nearly painful. "Now I’m never letting you go," he rasps against my ear, his eyes turning black with a dark, absolute possessiveness. "If I take you... there is no going back. You are mine until the mountain crumbles."
Positioning the blunt, broad head of his cock at my opening, he lifts me slightly. I can feel the massive head of him pressing against me, beginning to stretch my pussy lips apart until the sensation feels impossible.
"Look at me, Avery."
Strained with the effort of restraint, his face is a mask of focus as sweat beads on his forehead. His hips sink upward, forcing the massive girth of him past my tight pussy lips. My fingernails draw blood from his shoulders as I gasp; the sensation is a violent, beautiful stretching that feels like I'm being torn open from the inside.
"Breathe," he coaches in a wrecked growl. "You're so fucking tight. I'm going to fill every inch of you."
