Page 113 of Take Her

I bolted like a rabbit, and he gave chase.

I made it to the outskirts of the cluster of crypts, but then I was tackled, one moment running, the next falling down, his much greater weight overhead, knocking the air out of my lungs. I tried ineffectually to buck him off, but it didn’t work, he grabbed my wrists one by one, while I twisted, trying to escape.

“Lia!” I heard him bellow in my ear—and realized he’d been shouting my name more than once, I just hadn’t been able to hear it over the sound of my pounding heart. I froze. “Tell me what kind of car you drive!” he shouted, now that he knew he had my attention.

I realized what he was trying to do—to make me give him my safe word.

Trying to get me to give up.

But I couldn’t, where he was concerned. Not now—not ever. “No!” I shouted back.

I both felt and heard his rough breathing over me, feeling the scrape of his shirt’s buttons against my back, and then he rose up, freeing me. I spun beneath him on the ground and found his expression cruel, the corner of one lip lifted in a snarl, his normally perfect hair in rough pieces around his face, and his eyes—I had never seen them be so dark.

He was quiet for long enough to remind me of the clouds behind him, the stone all around us, and the silent souls beneath us, hidden by the earth. Then he moved to standing.

“Get up,” he commanded, without offering me a hand. “Get up, get over there,” he said, pointing to a hip-height marble slab nearby, “and show me your goddamned cunt.”

I stood slowly, shaking from adrenaline, the chill, and fear, walking away from him while facing him.

I didn’t want to take a single moment for granted—I was worried if I blinked, if I turned away even once, that, like Eurydice, he would disappear.

So I reached behind me to find the massive piece of cold marble with a hand. Once I did, I took hold of my hem, turning to face the sarcophagus, slowly pulling my skirt up until I felt a breeze caress my ass, before reaching back to tug my lacy black underwear to the side as I leaned down.

His presence wasn’t immediate—I didn’t know whether or not he was thinking of leaving me there—and I was scared he was, until I heard the sound of him unzipping his slacks along with distant thunder. A moment later I felt him parting me without warning, spreading me, pushing in his tip.

“So fuckin’ wet,” he murmured, and I knew he wasn’t talking about the rain.

I felt him ease himself inside, bit by bit, stretching me wide with a low purr. Then he stopped, and suddenly my world was ending. My panic was only quieted by hearing his deep baritone.

“I’m only going to ask you once, Lia—do you want this?”

I looked over my shoulder so I could see his face, his expression heavy with concentration—and so he could see mine, too, trying to tell him this was all I’d ever wanted with my eyes.

“Yes,” I proclaimed—and he shoved the rest of himself inside with a grunt.

I gasped and squealed—he was so much longer than I’d ever imagined, far past the point I’d ever used my toys. His hands squeezed my hips tighter, like he thought I might run away. “Yeah?” he said, but I realized it was a taunt, he wasn’t really asking.

I still answered him though. “Yes,” I panted. “Yes, please, sir.”

He’d settled himself deep, giving me a chance to relax and stretch out, and it was everything I’d ever hoped for. He was finally fucking in me, we were finally fucking, oh—fuck—fuck?—

“Oh God—” I warned, then went up on my toes. I was full of him at last, not even a condom in the way—“Oh—fuck—fuck—fuck—” I hissed.

I couldn’t help it—I came.

I made a mess of myself, wriggling as much as I could on his stiff cock, my pussy clasping him, trying to draw him in and keep him there, while I made repeated high-pitched cries that faded into soft, exhausted moans.

I flushed bright red, ashamed to have been conquered so quickly, but then I felt an almost overwhelming sense of relief.

He was here. With me. Just like I’d always wanted.

At last.

I collapsed forward onto the cold marble stone, my tears hidden by the rain.

And then I heard him give a laugh behind me so wicked it made me hide my face in my hands. “My poor dick-hungry little girl,” he crooned, cruel. “Did you need some more?”

There was no point in pretending I was above it after my body had just outed me so thoroughly. “Yes,” I whispered.