Her laugh breaks out, breathless and unsteady, and her body softens under me like she is already saying yes.
My hand slides down her abdomen as I hold her beneath me, but she stays on her back with her eyes locked on mine. My weight presses her into the forest floor, keeping her exactly where I want her. My fingers catch the waistband of her leggings, and I yank them down past her hips in one rough pull, exposing her legs to the cold night air. The chill hits her instantly, and goosebumps rise fast.
She moans, breath shaking.
I stay over her, my chest hovering above hers, close enough to feel her warmth rise to meet me. I push her thighs apart with my knee and drag my fingers between her legs. Heat floods my hand, and her body trembles hard.
I undo my belt with one hand, spit into my palm, stroke myself once to line up, and grip her hips firmly enough to guarantee she will remember this.
Her body tenses beneath me.
I thrust into her fully, driving her into the ground.
Her cry tears through the trees, as her hands fly up to grab at my shoulders. She clutches my shirt, pulling me down, her legs falling open wider under my weight.
“Ooohhhh Seth,” she moans, voice breaking apart.
I cover her mouth with my bloody hand because I want to feel every sound she pushes out against my skin. Her teeth graze my palm, and her back lifts from the ground as she tries to take me deeper.
I growl and drive into her again, meeting her eyes the entire time.
She sobs into my hand as her body tightens around me with enough force to shake my control. Her legs wrap around my hips, pulling me closer, refusing to let go.
She tries to speak, but the words collapse against my hand.
I grab her hair and pull her head back slightly, forcing her to look at me while she arches for more, her entire body open beneath mine and completely at my mercy.
I start pounding into her, every thrust hitting hard enough to shove her deeper into the earth beneath us. Her moans tear out of her without control, like she can’t tell where the hurt ends and the pleasure begins. Her nails drag across my arms, searching for something to hold on to.
I release her mouth and catch both her wrists in one grip, dragging them above her head and locking them there. She gasps the moment I drive into her again, deeper and harder. Her back arches, her thighs shake around my hips, and her breath splinters with every impact.
She completely loses it.
Her entire body convulses under me, legs trembling so violently she can barely keep them around me. Her breath cracks apart, her chest rising fast. When her orgasm hits, it slams through her with full-body force, shaking herfrom head to toe. Her eyes roll back, her mouth falls open, and a broken moan pours out of her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she gasps, voice wrecked.
I drop my mouth to her ear, teeth grazing her skin before I speak, my voice low and rough.
“Keep coming for me like that and you won’t be able to walk right in the morning.”
Her body reacts instantly, a broken moan slipping from her lips like that is exactly what she wants.
I don’t slow down. I chase my own edge with my hips snapping into her in a hard, relentless rhythm. Every muscle in my body strains for release, and when it hits, it crashes through me with the same force I drive into her.
I stay buried deep inside her, spilling into her while she still shakes beneath me. Her breath stays broken, her thighs trembling around my waist, her chest rising fast. I slide my free hand down to her sternum and press my palm over her heart, feeling it slam against my skin.
We stay like that for a long moment, bodies tangled, breathing hard, completely wrecked. The forest around us feels unnaturally quiet, almost aware of what we have done, like it stands there watching us come apart together.
I roll her over in one movement, shifting from above her to beneath her. Her gasp hits my throat as she climbs on top of me, straddling my hips with quick, hungry determination.
Her hands spread across my chest as she steadies herself. Her breath comes fast, and her hair falls around her face in a wild, tangled curtain. She reaches for the hem of her top and pulls it over her head, tossing it aside. The moment her skin is bare, I see the blood from the cut on my hand smeared across her breasts, streaked over her neck, and staining the corners of her mouth. The sight hits me hard. She looks dangerous, beautiful, and fully fucking mine.
I grip her hips firmly.
“Still think you’re the better killer?” I ask near her ear.
She laughs, rough and breathless.
