Heat that had nothing to do with the humidity rolled over me from head to toe, waking up butterflies in my stomach that fluttered with anticipation.
“No, it’s not happening.” I wasn’t sure who I was speaking to, but neither he nor my fucked up desires listened.
When he grabbed the front of my pants, dipping his fingers past the edge of my waistband. My hips thrusted against his touch.
Stop,I couldn’t even get the words off my lips. As if even considering such a thing was a betrayal to myself.
No, allowing this was the true betrayal to myself.
He pulled the front seam to himself, making the fabric complain and rip in defeat with one tug. It tore perfectly down the center, destroying my pants at their weakest point.
Probably the exact same way he’d destroy me if I didn’t find the will to stop this.
Considering my pants barely fought him, my panties were no protection either.
The air caressed me in ways I wished he would as I stood there exposed to him. I should have been in dismay, but all I felt was impatience.
Stay strong.
“I haven’t showered.” I wasn’t sure why that was my last ditch effort. Why would he care? The monster lived in a swamp and probably hadn’t seen pussy in decades.
As expected, my words did nothing to deter him.
“Back up!” I squeaked as his tongue slithered between my thighs, through my folds, and brushed across my clit. The sudden sensation made my thighs quiver. Pleasure shot through me without my permission.
“Stop,” I tried again, but my hand on his head pulled him closer, instead of trying to push him away.
A few more strokes of his tongue, and I hooked my thigh over his shoulder. When I realized what I’d done, mortification seared my cheeks, but then his tongue flicked over my clit again, erasing the shame with insane efficiency.
“I still fucking hate you.” I sighed.
He growled in agreement. Then his tongue slid down, thrusting into me with enough power to make me gasp. His hold on me was the only thing keeping me up as my knees threatened to topple over.
I looked down to watch his tongue moving in and out of me. I met his tongue, not worried about whether he could breathe or not. Let him suffocate.
The knot in my gut grew tighter and tighter until I was right on the edge. Then he withdrew his tongue, leaving a trail of saliva dripping off me. I whined at how he robbed me of my orgasm.
He smirked. Then he turned me, pressing his hand on my back until I was on my hands and knees. Not a single muscle in my traitorous body fought him.
Not that my mind was exactly loyal. All I could think about was the ecstasy waiting for me if I did what he wanted.
He rubbed over my sensitive clit, and I found myself backing into him, eager in a way that humiliated me. “Get on with it.”
But not enough to stop.
He thrust inside me with enough force to remind me that he wasn’t any happier about this than I was. I expected there to be pain, but instead that thing in my chest clicked with a sense of being exactly where I was meant to be.
Tears pricked my eyes as warmth and serenity filled me. Of being in the embrace of someone who was mine. Was this what home felt like?
Surrender made my already weak arms give out, and I found my mouth centimeters from the water. He pinned me until my face was under the surface as he moved in and out of me.
I should have panicked. Hadn’t drowning been my biggest fear for as long as I could remember?
That doesn’t matter. Nothing can harm me here.
I sank into the sensation of every ridge and bump of him scraping deep inside me. The lack of oxygen enhanced every nerve until I was hyperreactive.
He used my hair to pull my head above the water for me to breathe, sending sparks of pleasure across my scalp. He grunted. “You’re insane, woman. You aren’t supposed to like that. I’m intentionally trying to hurt you.”
