Page 35 of Stranded

He rubs the head of his cock against my soaking wet pussy.

I shake my head. “I said no,” I growl.

Without another word, he thrusts into me, his hardness filling me. I’m wetter than I’ve ever been, my body eagerly welcoming him.

A growl rumbles from deep within his chest as he begins to move, claiming me against the tree with an animalistic fervor.

“You’re soaking wet for me, aren’t you?” Maddox growls in my ear, his voice heavy with desire. “Such a good little whore, taking my cock so well.”

I clench around him with each thrust, my body responding to his on a primal level. His animal possessiveness is too much and yet not enough. “You love it, don’t you?” he continues, his breath hot against my neck. “The way I fill you and claim you. You were made for me.” He bites my neck like an animal, the pain making me yelp. “And that’s why I’m never fucking letting you go, angel.”

His cock plunges so deep into me, like he’s trying to split me apart. Each thrust a delicious torment that tears a gasp from my throat. The raw intensity of our bodies colliding is unlike anything I’ve ever known. I drag my nails down his back, making him hiss.

His grip tightens around my waist, pulling me closer. His voice is a guttural rasp in my ear. “You’re such a dirty little thing, aren’t you?”

His hips thrust harder, becoming even more savage. “Running from me, making me chase you. You like it, don’t you?” His voice is vicious. “Tell me how much you like it when I take you like this.” He punctuates his words with a particularly rough thrust, causing a moan to escape from my lips.

His fingers wrap around my throat, not squeezing but firm. It blocks my airways and heightens the pleasure. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” He snarls, his blue eyes blazing with wildness. The cold, snowy wind whips around us but pales in comparison to the icy fury in his tone. “I demand an answer, Ivy,” he growls, his grip tightening. The threat is clear: speak or face the consequences.

Tears pool in my eyes at the pressure on my throat. A mix of overwhelming pleasure, raw excitement, adrenaline, and an onslaught of emotions surges through me.

I manage to choke out the words. “I love it,” I confess, my voice barely above a whisper. “I love when you dominate me and fuck me even when I tell you to stop,” I say. My heart pounds unevenly as I continue. “When you wear a mask and tie me up, it makes me so wet. I even love it when you drug me and play with me while I'm unconscious. And it turns me on when you degrade me.” The words sound foreign and raw. “It excites me, scares me, pushes my limits. The roughness and the rawness of you and me.” The confession lingers between us. “It makes me come so damn hard, Maddox.”

Maddox growls, the sound like a primal beast unleashed. He fucks me harder and more forcefully.

I gasp, my body convulsing between him and the tree, the pleasure intensifying to a point where I’m bordering on a precipice. I’m certain I’m going to die from the intensity of it.

He leans in, his lips brushing my ear. “Such a good girl,” he praises. “My good girl. And I want you to squirt on my dick just like you squirted on that dildo that night. I want you to let go for me.”

I scream as he reaches between us and pinches my clit, the intensity sending me over the cliff edge. My body trembles as I squirt all over his cock.

All of a sudden, Maddox groans, a low, guttural sound that sends a jolt of pleasure shooting through me. “Fuck, Ivy,” he growls into my ear. “I love how you take my cock so fucking well. The way you clench around me.”

I whimper as he fucks me through my orgasm. “And the wetness. Jesus, baby, you’ve soaked my pants right through. You’ve made a damn mess, and it’s the sweetest fucking mess.” His words hang in the air. “You’re mine, Ivy,” he asserts, punctuating his words with a deep, possessive thrust.

Maddox stiffens against me, his grip on my hips becoming painfully hard. With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself deep. His roar echoes in the silent air as he climaxes. Heat floods me, his release marking me in the most intimate way. He’s staking his claim, his dominance, his ownership. He’s making sure I understand that I belong to him. He keeps kissing my neck, thrusting into me long afterward.

At that moment, I realize I don't want to leave. I yearn to stay here, wrapped in this wild, untamed feelings that Maddox and I share. But I know I need to go. I must face my mom to explain why I’m leaving everything familiar behind. Why I’m trading the known for an unknown life in Alaska. I’ve found my home in this man's arms, as crazy and unhinged as he is. I want to spend the rest of my days learning his secrets, navigating his moods, and being consumed by his love.

“I want to stay with you, Maddox,” I confess, my voice barely a whisper, scared of shattering our fragile bubble.

His actions stop abruptly, his gaze meeting mine. His silence stretches on and I hasten to fill it, “I want to be with you. In Alaska or anywhere else, as long as it’s you and me.” I watch his eyes flash with emotions before they settle on something that looks like relief. “But I have to go and explain everything to my mom.”

For the first time, I notice an undercurrent of fear in his gaze.

“I’m going with you,” Maddox announces. I stare at him, taken aback by his proposition is risky. He could get caught, but it seems he doesn’t care. He’s willing to risk it all for me.

“That’s crazy, Maddox.” I admonish. “You could get caught.”

“I don’t care,” he shrugs nonchalantly, his gaze unwavering. “I’m going with you to make sure you come back.” He tilts his head. “I’ve got a fake passport and it’s been seven years. As long as I’m not there too long, I should be fine.

It’s reckless, it’s risky, but it’s Maddox. There’s no way I can dissuade him, and selfishly I don’t want to. I want him by my side as he gives me a strength I didn’t know I possessed. With a sigh of acceptance, I nod. Agreement silently passes between our locked gazes. We’re in this together, no matter what.

MADDOX

“Are you nervous?” Ivy asks as I adjust my tie again, hating how worn out my tux looks.

My eyes narrow. “Don’t be so stupid, angel. I’m never nervous.”