“Did you think you could outrun me?” I say in a teasing voice.
Daphne’s panting, her chest rising and falling in heavy bursts. Her nipple is puckered tight in the chill of the morning air.
Damn mask. I want to lick it—take the little bud in my mouth and toy with it until she’s moaning and stops putting up a fake fight.
Oh well. This is her fantasy. And I’m going to enjoy my reward.
“I know I can outrun you,” Daphne snaps.
I laugh as she wiggles against me.
I notch my hips against hers, hoping to still her, but the friction against my hard cock is intense. Christ, I could come in my fucking jeans if she keeps this up.
I’m not a two-pump chump. I’ll get my shit together. This is for her.
Okay, maybe for me too. This is fucking hot.
Daphne’s blue eyes shine with a mix of lust and excitement. There’s no fear in her, despite her attempts to shove me off her. Her legs flail at my sides, her slippers flinging off into the woods somewhere. I lean in so she can’t get a good foothold anywhere on me.
“You wanted to be hunted?” I lower my voice with a hint of a growl.
Daphne shivers—literally shivers under me as her fight weakens. Her skin’s warm under my palms, and the heat radiating between her legs is so damn inviting.
“You wanted me to chase you down like prey?”
“Yes.” Her confession comes out as a strained gasp on those plush lips.
“You got your wish, Princess. Now, I’m claiming my prize.”
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
DAPHNE
Driedleaves and twigs dig into the back of my arms as Tristan tugs my wrists higher, keeping me pinned to the forest floor. Moss and earth perfume the air around me until he leans closer, the spicy bite of his cologne wiping out everything else.
He dips his head into the crux of my neck and groans. His plastic mask digs into the curve along my collarbone as he traces his face lower.
My heart hammers so hard I think he can hear it. My lungs ache from running, and I can’t catch my breath. Every gulp of air is loaded with Tristan’s in my system, and I can’t escape.
I don’t want to.
I so want this. But I’m not ready to give in to my fantasy just yet.
I jerk my wrists to encourage him to play fight with me again, and he takes the bait.
His hands cross my wrists over one another, and he pins me with his dominant hand.
He chuckles as he pulls back to gaze at me from behindthe black mesh. “You know I like a challenge, Princess. Keep fighting. We’ll see who wins.”
Oh, I’m already winning, but I wriggle under him anyway.
With his free hand, Tristan grabs the torn satin nightie and tugs it down, revealing both breasts. His rough thumb coasts over the peak of my nipple to send little ripples of sensation across my chest and down to my pussy.
Until he pinches me and pain chases pleasure. He holds my breast in his rough hand and squeezes.
I’m supposed to be fighting back, but I love what he’s doing to me.
I arch into his touch. My shoulders dig into the cool dirt that’s icy against my feverish skin.
