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Heart in my throat, hidden in the shadows, I watch Carson read my text.

I’ve spent the better part of three days heavily researching primal kinks because, after the other night, I knew I needed more knowledge under my belt before I asked for another chase. A man like Carson is the perfect predator to my prey and all day long, I’ve been dreaming of ways to make a chase happen again.

My plan worked.

Primal play focuses on the senses: listening, scenting, and even biting, scratching, growling, and unleashing one’s most carnal appetites. There can be fighting and wrestling involved as a competitive aspect for dominance and submission. It’s taking what you want. There’s a primitiveness to it where etiquette doesn’t exist. Fuck the flowers and candles. Forget music and feathers. This is a raw, aggressive, and wild breed of desire.

I got a taste of it the other night and loved it. Now I want the whole damn thing.

Hiding behind a tree, I watch Carson take off his shirt and toss it on the ground.

I’m only wearing his hoodie from the other day, so this is going to be fun.

My panties lay in the grass as an incentive for him. They’re bright white and easy to see in the moonlight. He finds them almost immediately and when he picks them up to smell the lace—like my scent is his drug of choice and he’s been dying for a hit—my pussy clenches.

I take another step back. Snap! A twig breaks under my heel and catches his attention.

Carson fists my panties and takes off towards where I’m currently freezing my ass off.

Game on.

I book it deeper into the woods, grateful I’m wearing running shoes. His property is basically out in the middle of nowhere and there’s nothing and no one around. Not even the farmer next door is close enough to hear us, so I feel safe in letting myself go.

Carson’s footsteps get louder as he swiftly approaches. I crouch behind a bush, cupping my mouth to keep from panting too loudly. I’m out of breath already and it’s not from the cardio.

I’m turned on and dying for him to find me.

“Where are you, little vixen?” He growls and I’m undone. This is exhilarating and wild.

Jumping up, I take off again and squeal when Carson catches up to me. He drops me on the ground the same way he did the other night, but I’m ready this time and kick him away so I can scramble out of his reach again.

Cool air hits my bare ass when the hoodie I’m in rises up.

With another low growl, Carson grabs my ankle and slides me back. My belly scrapes across the cold, hard ground and his hand feels hot around my foot.

I kick him again, but it doesn’t work a second time. He pins me to the ground with my wrists and straddles me. “Naughty girl.”

Wiggling, I manage to get out of his loose grip and we wrestle across the ground together.

“Oh shit,” Carson says, as if impressed by my strength.

I land on top of him, and we’re both panting. Only one of us will ultimately submit, and that’s going to be me. Just not yet. He better earn this pussy first.

“What’s your safe word, Mak?”

“Cupcake.”

“Good girl.” He rolls me over and slams my arms down by my side. I groan when he digs his groin against mine. His dick is rock hard, and jeans feel rough against my bare cunt.

I shove him back and he grunts when my foot hits his pec, but I know I haven’t hurt him. Instead of running, I raise onto my knees and barrel into his chest as hard as I can to knock him down.

“Oomph!” He falls backwards, taking me with him.

I had no idea wrestling half naked in the cold, dark woods would feel this amazing. I focus on getting one up on Carson by quickly snagging my panties when he accidentally drops them. Rubbing the lace obscenely between my legs, I get them good and wet before shoving them in his face to try and stuff them into his mouth.

His eyes are huge with surprise, then they narrow on me, and he growls with a mouth full of my lace. It makes me laugh. Pulling them out of his mouth, Carson keeps just the bottom part between his teeth and pulls—ripping the fabric to pieces.

Hottest. Visual. Ever.