A moan bursts from her mouth, her walls pulsing around me along with a gush of warmth, and then I roar out my own release like a rumble of thunder.
Birds take flight at the guttural sounds, and I’m right there with them, soaring into the dark clouds, only to be struck with a bolt of lightning through my very soul. Everything shatters around me, the world I knew crumbling before my very eyes, setting the foundations for a life I never dared to dream.
When I gaze down, my Poppy gazes back up at me with a beautiful sedated smile on her face as if her petals have opened up just for me, and she's ripe for the picking.
She hums, bringing me back down to the present. I wipe the rain from her face, smearing the dirt from my hands across her cheeks. But she’s never looked more beautiful. Freshly fucked and at my mercy.
The rain hammers down above us. I can’t recall if it’s just become heavier, or if I never noticed before. We’re both drenched from rain, sweat and arousal, yet I don’t want to move.
“How you doing? You good?”
Her heavy eyes gaze into mine, and she gives me a nod. “Never better.”
“Can you walk back to the lodge?”
“I doubt I can stand, let alone walk.”
A grin quirks my lips. I can’t help feel a little proud of that statement, and I’ll gladly carry her home if I have to. Reluctantly, I pull out of her. The cool air causes my dick to shrivel, and I tuck myself away under the fabric of my sweats.
I hold my hands out to pull her to her feet. Once she’s steady, I wrap my hands around her neck and kiss her lips, handling her with care like the delicate bloom she is. Though my Poppy can withstand the roughest of storms. She’s a wildflower that grew in poor soil, much like myself. Now our roots can grow together, just like the trees in this wood, entwined over years, tangled and twisted until you don’t know where one root begins and one ends.
I bunch my wet t-shirt in my hands and lift it over my head. It won’t offer her any warmth, but it will protect her modesty. She struggles to get her arm through the wet fabric, but once both arms are in, it covers her torn bra and t-shirt, coming to the top of her thighs, hiding the rip in her leggings.
“You know, you keep ripping up my clothes like this. I won’t have any left.”
Another smile lifts my lips. “That’s my plan. Having you walk around half naked all the time is a personal goal of mine.”
She weakly swats at my chest, but I grip her waist and pull her in for another kiss. The rain patters down on us both, but neither of us seems to care. With my arm tucked around her waist, holding her on her unsteady, still shaky legs, we walk back to the lodge. The ground slippy underfoot, my boots squelching with every step. I dig into my pocket for the keys and unlock the door.
I kick off my boots, then sit her down on the porch bench and kneel before her, taking off her muddy pumps. Scooping her into my arms, she sucks in a breath. I carry her into the hall, locking the door behind me. The bathroom is only a few strides away where I plan on running her a bath and washing her hair and her body before making a fire and cooking her food.
My little fox will want for nothing tonight.
27
POPPY
Ipace the living room, wanting to get out of these four walls. Dom locked me in again all day today while he ran some errands. I could have gone, but he sets the alarm so if I open the door he would know on his phone.
He pours a glass of water after his jog around the grounds. “What’s got you in a mood? I thought your period only came around once a month?” He half laughs at his joke, even though I’m not seeing the funny side.
“I need to breathe, Dom. You’re suffocating me. I feel like I did when I was sixteen living with my mother.”
“I let you out of the house yesterday.”
“I would hardly call having a wander around your land, letting me out. I’m not a pet that you can let out for a run once a day. Being cooped up here is driving me mad. I have a life.”
“Great life you had, where you had to keep a low profile and wear a wig.”
“At least I could work. Go out with friends.” I rarely went out, but he doesn’t need to know that my social life was zilch. I never stayed in one place long enough to make any real friends.
“You want to go out?”
“Well yes. I’d love to go out.”
“Fine, I’ll take you out.” He pulls the car keys from his jeans. “Let’s go.”
My head flinches back. “Where are we going?”
