Glancing over my shoulder, I catch Saint pausing with the cigarette to his mouth, his head slowly drawing towards my direction.
I make a run for it, my feet slamming on the ground the deeper I get into the forest. My ankles almost roll as I step over branches, and the stone ruin comes into my peripheral vision. I’m halfway between both our houses.
I shift my path towards it, looking over my shoulder, and notice he isn’t behind me. But then an arm whips around my waist from the opposite side, a wall of solid muscle collapsing over me as we topple to the ground.
Saint whips me on my back, his chest rises and falls against mine, his breathing harsh as I stare up at him, wide eyed.
“Fast, but not fast enough, Indie,” he breathes, and the need intensifies between my thighs.
“You didn’t count all the way,” I whimper, but then he latches onto my neck, assaulting the skin as he devours me into the ground.
Rough hands shove my shirt to my neck, abandoning the pulsing flesh from my neck to latch on to my nipple, biting and sucking before his teeth drag all the way down my torso.
He tugs his sweatpants down just enough to pull his thick cock out, the darkness of his eyes glaring down at my pussy as he runs his knuckles along my slit to shift my panties aside, and then he drives into me.
My back is soaked as he fucks me into the forest grounds, pushing himself up with his hands pressed against the backs of my thighs, forcing my knees almost to my shoulders with my flexibility.
The position has him so far inside me, tears well in my eyes as each thrust punishes me.
My palm presses against his bare chest. “Saint, fuck. It’s so deep—”
“You’ll fucking take it, baby. Let me hear how much you love to scream for me.”
He snatches my wrist, pressing a harsh kiss against my pulse before tossing it away.
I can feel it, the tightening of my core, his beautiful face distorted as white threatens my vision, mixing in with the tears, and his name wraps around cries as my orgasm smashes through me.
I’m not even able to ride out the waves; he abruptly pulls out, grabbing me by the waist as he lifts me into his arms, and my shaking legs fight to wrap around him.
A loud thwack sounds around us, and I yelp as his palm meets my ass cheek.
My back hits the stone wall, and he drops me to my feet.
“Turn around, put your hands against the wall, and spread those legs.”
I do exactly as he asks, and the moment I turn around, he yanks the T-shirt from over my head. The chilled breeze brushes against my back, and when he presses me into the damp wall, my nipples instantly tighten at the sensation.
“Who do you belong to, Indie?” he growls in my ear, snapping the elastic waistband of my panties, exposing me entirely to the elements as the lace lies destroyed at my feet.
When I don’t immediately answer as I fight through my pants, it earns me another slap, but this time against my pussy, forcing a moan past my lips.
“You, Saint. I’m yours.” I gasp, feeling the head of his dick nudging my soaking wet entrance.
“Mine, darling. You’re fuckingmine.”
I twist my head to look up at him, and his other hand grips tightly around my neck, crashing our lips together as he slides all the way in.
He swallows my moans, his hips lazily grinding into me, his other hand digging possessively into my hip.
“I love you, Saint,” I whisper against our kiss, and I can feel his villainous smile against my lips. That flicker of lips has the power to shatter my heart every time.
Only his hands and words can mend it back together, just to do it all over and over again.
“Don’t think your love absolves you from wanting to hide from me. I’ll always find you, and I’ll always drag you back to me. Ready to punish you with my cock.”
He picks up his pace again, his hips slamming into me, and his grip around my neck testing my pulse. My strangled cries reach through the forest, not giving a shit if anyone can hear me.
He gives me my breath back, just at the point darkness licked at my vision.
