Page 68 of Stalker
“Dane,” I moaned, gripping his hips with my legs, “I want you to fill me up again. I couldn’t fully enjoy it last time because of my confusion, but I want to feel you there again.”
“Mmh,” He growled, biting my neck again and then my ear. He was so aggressive tonight with his mouth, but also the gentlest he’d been while fucking me yet. “My pretty little Puppet wants my come?”
“More than you can understand.” I tilted my head back when he sucked on my neck, marking me, and I fucking welcomed his brand. In order to dispel any doubts in the morning light, I wanted to wear proof of him, so I wouldn’t question if any of it was real. “I shouldn’t want you, I shouldn’t want this, but I can’t stop. Dane, I’ve never wanted someone like I want you.”
“You never had me before, Puppet.” He laced his fingers through mine and held both of my hands down next to my head as he rolled his hips. “I’m the only man you’ll ever have again, no one else will ever make you feel like this.”
“Yes.” I moaned, losing my grip on reality as I chased the pleasure he promised. “Make me come. Please Dane, come for me and give me what I need.”
Dane grunted, slamming hard into me and rolling his hips on the bottom of each thrust. “Always. No one can fuck you like I can.”
“Yes!” I cried out as I started coming and his resounding roar as he orgasmed in sync settled any doubt I had about our connection at that moment. I collapsed into the dirt as tears sprang to my eyes from the intensity of the entire interaction. I was hooked on Dane, and I never wanted to let go.
He kissed me again, resting his forehead against mine as we both gasped for our breath in the silence of the trees. “Peyton.” He whispered, showing that he, too, was overwhelmed.
“I’m sorry.” I whispered back, dragging my nails up and down his bare back, memorizing every powerful muscle and dip in his skin. “I don’t regret us.”
“You should though.” He sighed and dragged himself from my body, but didn’t get off me completely. “I’m a dangerous man, Peyton. In ways you can’t comprehend.”
I paused, feeling the trails of fear trying to climb my spine as his words sank in. But something warm filled my stomach at the almost sad tone of his voice as he said it. Tyson was a clean cut, soft handed businessman who never hurt a fly because he was too weak to stand up for himself, yet he hurt me more than any man ever had. I knew even a man as dangerous as Dane clearly was, he wouldn’t use it against me. “Will you ever hurt me?” I lifted my fingers to his face, letting his whiskers chafe against them as he rubbed into me like a cat desperate for human touch. Was my monster desperate for my touch?
“Never.” He growled forcefully, “That’s one of the few things I can promise you.”
“Will you ever leave me again? Will you ever ignore me when I call out your name?” Asking for it made me feel vulnerable and small, but I needed to know.
“I tried to stay away from you to protect you, Peyton. You said you didn’t want me and I tried.” He hummed deep in his chest, “I tried tobusy myself in other ways, to stay away. But I can’t, and I won’t ever again.”
My chest seized as I imagined what he did with his time. “Other women?” My voice shook as I asked, fearing the answer. I didn’t know him. Not the way he knew me, but still the idea of him with other women made me shake with rage.
“I haven’t fucked another woman in over a year, Puppet. Fate knew you’d be mine eventually, and it left my appetite unfulfilled by anyone but you. No one drew my attention in at any depth, so I went without. I was waiting for you.”
“Dane.” I cried and then gasped when he rolled us so I was on top of him, straddling his still wet cock. “Then how did you distract yourself?” I couldn’t see him, but I’d never felt sexier. My dress was in tatters down to my lower rib cage, my tits were exposed, and my skin was no doubt a mess of dirt and debris, yet again.
Even so, I felt like a goddess. Dane did that.
He was right, I could have a bed full of silks if I wanted it, but the last few times I wanted him just like this. Maybe next time I’d beg him to fuck me like a normal person, but this time, I wanted my monster, not a man.
“You don’t want to know that answer, Puppet.” Dane lifted his hips and his cock slid through my wetness, rubbing my clit as it went. He wasn’t fully hard, but he was still hard enough to give me pleasure.
So I took it. I ground my hips forward and back, rubbing my clit up and down the length of his cock. “Why don’t I? Did you do something terrible?”
I remembered his comment about killing people with the knife he cut my clothes off with and my pussy clenched at the level of danger and darkness I teetered on in Dane’s embrace.
He sat up and bit one of my breasts, pulling another shriek from my lips before he used his tongue to soothe it. “Everything I do is terrible.”
“Not this.” I gasped and moaned as I selfishly neared another orgasm. “Tell me you don’t think this is terrible.” I rocked faster, and he groaned, fisting my hair and tilting my head back.
“You’re right, Puppet. You may be the only good thing I’ve ever done in my life.” His lips latched onto my exposed neck, biting, sucking and marking me all over.
And I fucking loved it. I clawed my nails into his bare shoulders and neck, leaving my own marks as I reached my peak once again. “Tell me.” I slowed down as euphoria crashed over me and left me limp and exhausted. “Good or bad, tell me anyway. Tell meanything.”
He smiled against my neck and wrapped his arms around me, holding me to his chest. Once again, the urge to remove my blindfold tried to overcome me, but I resisted. I would let him keep his secrets for a little while longer. Butjustfor a little while.
“I broke a vow I made to myself a long, long time ago.” He admitted, taking a deep breath in. “A vow not to spill blood for others.”
I froze as my ears rang with his words. “You killed someone again?” I asked, remembering the way he taunted that information out when he used his knife to cut my dress off last time.
“Not just someone, Puppet.” He tightened his arms around me like he was afraid I would bolt at is confession. “A lot of people.”