It doesn’t matter anymore. Because in this moment, with his hand on me, everything else fades away as the feeling of rightness settles over me.
“I need you inside me,” I demand, my voice coming out in almost a growl.
“What? Maya, we need to talk.”
“Later. I need your cock. Right here under the moonlight.”
I hate myself for taking from him like this, for being so damn needy that I will beg for him when the risk is so palpable. When the thoughts of sinking my teeth into his neck are still fresh in my mind. But I can’t help it. All those months and years spent running under the full moon, and I never once felt like I could get rid of this anxiety and pressure in my body. Until now. All I know is that fucking him will make it better.
It will sate my beast and let me feel at peace.
I push down my running shorts and underwear, exposing myself to him right here on the trail. He lets out a snarl that sounds more animal than human, and then he’s on me. He eats my pussy like a starved man, frantic and possessive. His fingers dig into my hips, bruising and anchoring me as his tongue finds every hidden corner,every sensitive point. I gasp, throwing my head back and hitting the hard ground, not caring as waves of pleasure crash over me and chase away the panic.
My mind clears of all thoughts until there is nothing but us, the moonlight, and my overwhelmed senses. The salty scent of the sea, the rough texture of the ground beneath me, and the raw, demanding hunger in how he devours me whole. And all the while his hood is up, covering his face in shadows. His mouth on my pussy tells me he’s not wearing a mask right now. I could reach over and pull his hoodie down. But I don’t.
I won’t.
He pulls me to my feet before I have time to fall off the cliff completely, then throws me over his shoulder, carrying me to a more secluded spot while I squirm and gasp.
He deposits me on the ground, spinning me to face away from him. His hand covers my mouth as he kicks my legs apart. I arch my back and press my ass back to him as he undoes his zipper with one hand.
“Stay quiet, Kitten,” he mutters before spearing me with his cock.
My eyes roll back, and I’m already on the precipice of an earth-shattering orgasm after the earlier foreplay.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans out. “How did I ever think I could stay away from you tonight?”
He pounds into me, hard and relentless as I try to hold back. As I try to stop myself from falling apart until he’s right there withme at the edge of oblivion. But his pace is punishing and so damn good.
He rips my top—tearing it open to expose my shoulder—and then he licks me exactly where I imagined biting him. Pure electricity radiates out from where his tongue hits my skin, and we both explode.
His arms band around my stomach, holding me up when I want to collapse. He drops kisses along my shoulders and up my neck as I come back to reality. A shiver runs through me, and I’m not sure if it’s from the chill of the night air or the reality of what just happened. He pulls out of me before darting back to the path to grab my shorts and underwear.
I wait for him to return, breathing hard until he’s lifting one of my feet and sliding my clothes back on. He wraps his arms around me as I squirm, feeling his cum pooling in my underwear.
“My car is nearby,” he murmurs into my ear.
“Can I see you?” I whisper, and even though part of me knows he will say no, I have to ask. “I need to know who you are.”
“You know me, Kitten. You already know me.”
I let out a sigh before nodding. How long can I do this? How long can I fuck a man who won’t share anything of himself except his body? Even if it is a deliriously attractive body that he knows exactly how to use.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Maya
“Bend over the kitchen counter,” the masked man growls in my ear. I haven’t really seen him since Friday night’s literal run-in. He brought the dogs out Saturday morning, and then he drove me to collect my car Saturday night once it was dark enough for him to wear his mask without being pulled over by a cop. I was with my family on Sunday, and I had a training course after work yesterday. My skin has been crawling with the need to get close to him again. With how much I’ve missed him.
He came over last night, took the dogs out, then made me dinner while I was at the course. The gesture of cooking for me and cleaning up after himself was heartwarming in a way I can’t explain. I felt cared for andloved. Which makes no sense. He put me to bed after I ate and didn’t initiate sex, so the flip back to dominance this morning has me on edge and desperate already. But I can’t stay.
“Do I need to repeat myself?” he snarls when I hesitate to respond to him. “Bend over the kitchen counter.”
“I have to go to work. I can’t.”
“This will only take a couple of minutes. Bend. Now.”
A thrill goes through me, and anticipation skitters up my spine at the thought of what he has in store for me. My knees areunsteady as I walk to the counter and lean forward. He steps behind me, his warm hands caressing the sides of my hips over my dress before running up my spine and back down again slowly.
