"No, I want more,"I clarify, my breath catching in my throat.
He growls, the heat returning to his voice."Don't scare me like that, little witch."
I feel his hands at my hips as he tears off my underthings, throwing them aside. His palm slides over my ass cheek, warm and possessive, then he bends down. His lips press against theskin of my right cheek in a surprisingly tender kiss. Then, he smacks my ass hard, the loud ‘crack!’ ringing through the forest.
I yelp, startled by the sting but already craving more. Heat pools between my legs, my body responding instantly.
Fox doesn't have to ask if I like it. I can feel his understanding pulse through our burgeoning connection, and I get an echo of his satisfaction back.
The idea of feeling what he’s feeling as he’s fucking me makes my body turn molten. I arch my back and push my ass up toward him, desperate for more. He takes out his cock and drags it across my wetness, teasing me with slow, deliberate strokes.
He's taking too long and I'm burning for him. I push my hips back impatiently, driving myself onto him.
“Fuck!”he swears loudly, hissing out his pleasure.“That’s so good. Do that again.”
I rock forward again, driving my ass backwards against him. He grips my hips, and moans, his fingers digging into my flesh.
I keep rocking, fucking myself against his cock, and he keeps up a constant stream of semi-incoherent praise.
“You’re doing so well. You feel so fucking good taking my cock like you own it.”
“I do,” I gasp out loud.
Fox stills, then reaches down and grips my hair, forcing my face to the side.“Say that again.”
“I do own it.”I bob my hips again.“This is my cock.”
Fox presses his face into my neck grazing his teeth against my pulse.“That’s right, witch. It’s all fucking yours.”
I moan, and keep rocking, the sound of my wetness obscenely loud in the quiet woods. I’m so close, but the release I’m chasing dances just out of reach."Please,"I beg, my voice breaking with need,"I need it harder."
Fox doesn’t need an explanation. He tightens his grip on my hair in one hand, using it to anchor himself as he drives into me. I whimper, the sound escaping my lips without permission.
I can't reach down to touch my clit, but I don't need to—the way he's hitting me from the inside is bringing me closer and closer with each thrust.
He smacks my ass and I whimper again, tightening around him.
His palm cracks against my flesh a second time as he continues to thrust inside me, the dual sensations pushing me toward the edge.
When he does it again, white dots burst behind my eyes. My body is teetering on the side of a cliff, and I just need one more push over the edge.
I don’t have to wait for Fox to give me that push.
Just as I'm about to shatter, his teeth sink into the curve where my neck meets my shoulder. I feel a strange surge of disembodied pleasure, that I’m sure doesn’t come from me. I cry out, pleasure coursing through me in waves as my body convulses around him, squeezing him in a vise-like grip.
He makes a strangled sound and jerks backward, just in time to come in hot spurts across the ground.
“You pulled out,”I think, even as my breathing is still too ragged to speak out loud.
“I can’t knot you here. Later, in the tent, you can have whatever you want.”
We walk back to the tent hand in hand. After the sharp release in the woods, the second time is slower. He kisses me this time, as he slowly moves in and out of my body,
It takes far longer, but when he finally comes inside me, I feel his knot swell, filling me with the most delicious pressure.
I'm lying on his chest, our breathing slowing, when a strange sensation begins to form. Like a shadow flickering at the edge of vision, or the echo of a second heartbeat pulsing beneath my own—something new stirs in the back of my mind.
“Do you feel that?”I ask.
