I cracked the stick again, and his head swung around. A beam of moonlight cut across his handsome face. Those sharp eyes searched the graveyard for little old me.
“Magnolia Rae,” he called. “You know you’re just delaying the inevitable.”
I giggled, loud enough that he took three steps in my direction.
“Do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you when I catch you, my ticking little bomb?”
That dark promise made my skin prickle with a fresh burst of anticipation. There was no room for regret, not enough oxygen to consider the consequences. There was only the tall, dark, and handsome fiend confidently stalking forward.
Crouching, I waited for him to inch closer.
He heard the rustle of the branches right as I sprang. It was maybe a six-foot drop. Thankfully, the monster didn’t move, and I was able to land right on his back.
The momentum of my surprise attack made him pitch forward.
I slipped, unable to clutch onto him like a backpack, but Nico twisted and caught me as he fell to the earth.
The air left my lungs in a whoosh.
I was pretty sure the hunger in his gaze stole it as he rolled his body over mine.
“Nice try,” he smirked. “But I’ve got you now.”
“Or maybe I caught you!”
I struggled a little bit, not wanting to go easy on him. He only tightened his grip.
“Wriggle all you want, but your body is already surrendering,” he murmured against my ear. The heat of his breath made me shiver uncontrollably. “And I’ll take it.”
He rocked his pelvis into me.
I bit my bottom lip.
He was huge. He washard.
“You can keep running, keep hiding. I’ll find you,” he promised. “I’ll always find you.”
Well, fuck me. When he put it like that….
I caved.
Bending into his grasp, I ground into his body. That cock was pure iron, hard enough that it probably hurt him.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he growled and reaching between us, worked the buttons of his shirt. Shadows raced over his torso, making his tattoos come alive. When he pulled the shirt free, I swore his body glowed with a dark energy.
“I didn’t agree,” I countered, wanting him to work for it.
One strong hand slid down the plane of my stomach. He slid my cut-off shorts to the side. “It doesn’t seem like you want me to stop.”
I don’t.
His fingers slipped behind my panties. I tilted my hips to meet his touch, and nearly groaned when they slipped against my pussy.
“Oddio,” he cursed. “You’re so wet for me, baby.”
This time, I did groan.
He pulled his hand free and held it to the moonlight. The silver glow danced over the shining evidence of my arousal.
