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After pulling in a shaky breath, I steel my nerves and take off running in the direction Harper went. I don’t worry too much about finding her, as I’m confident she’ll lead me straight to her. Though, like any good Crow, I move with grace, focusing my hearing on the subtle changes around me, so I can track my prey.

When I catch sight of Harper in the distance, her beautiful strawberry-blonde hair that’s still in a plait flowing behind her as she jumps over a fallen branch, my heart races with anticipation, my skin itching to get close to her. I decide to curve around, so I can come out in front of her and catch her off-guard, and sure enough, she runs straight into my waiting arms.

With a yelp, I lift her into my arms and walk her backwards until she’s pressed against a large tree, caged in by my body. She’s breathing heavily, and I can’t help but admire the way her tits move as she catches her breath.

The moonlight catches Harper’s eyes, turning them a fierce bright blue, and I know, without a doubt, that the raw desire I feel is clearly visible in my own reflection. She pulls her lower lip between her teeth, fucking enticing me whilst also making herself seem sweet and innocent.

Her legs remain wrapped around my waist from when I picked her up, and I only have to rock my hips slightly for her to feel my hard length pressing against her sweet pussy, but it’s nowhere near good enough with our clothes separating us.

“You caught me. What now?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper, full of anticipation.

“Now you’re mine,” I tell her with a growl, before pressing my lips to her throat, sucking and nibbling my way up her neck and along her jaw.

When I get too close to her sweet lips, I pull back, guiding her feet to the floor. Once she’s found her footing, I lift my gaze to meet hers, and suddenly she seems almost shy…and a little hurt. I can’t give her what she wants right now, but I can give her what she needs…and more.

After removing my own Obsidian robe, I take off hers and throw them both onto the ground. Her chest rises and falls as she tries to catch her breath, as wisps of hair that have fallen from her plait frame her beautiful face.

I pull the knife from my pocket, and Harper’s eyes grow wide as her body tenses, unable to tear her gaze from the blood-coated blade. I reach between us, keeping my movements slow so she can see exactly what I’m doing, as I don’t want to cut her by accident.

Once I have the knife in position, I slice through her T-shirt, then her leggings, before pulling the fabric away to reveal her creamy pale skin. She’s trembling, and I’m not sure if it’s from fear or anticipation.

Standing before me in just her black lace knickers, with curves in all the right places, she looks like a fucking wet dream, and my dick grows impossibly harder at the sight.

She looks to be holding her breath, waiting to see what I'm going to do next. Using the side of my blade, I drag it over her peaked nipples, and Harper lets out a gasp as they grow harder against the cool metal.

I waste no time taking one into my mouth, licking, sucking, and nibbling until Harper is whimpering beneath me, her arms wrapped around my shoulders as her fingers play with the hair at the nape of my neck.

I reach down with the hand not holding my knife and grab hold of the edge of her knickers. The movement forces the material to rub against her sensitive clit, making her moan loudly as she arches her back, pushing her nipple further into my mouth.

With as much force as I can, I rip the knickers from her body, and Harper yelps in surprise as the fabric chafes against her delicate skin before falling apart. Once I’ve disposed of it alongside the rest of her clothes, I slide my finger through her slit, moaning when I feel how wet and ready she is for me.

“So fucking wet, sweetheart,” I groan.

“All for you,” she murmurs, dropping her gaze from mine, as if she’s embarrassed.

I take the blade and place it underneath her chin, keeping the sharp edge away from her flesh as I tilt her head back, forcing her to look at me. She should never be ashamed to admit that I’m the only one who can turn her on. Fuck, that’s exactly what an obsessive, jealous arsehole like me wants to hear.

“Don’t ever be embarrassed by that,” I tell her as I grab her hand and pull it over to rest against my erection that’s straining to be free from my jeans. “This is all for you, sweetheart.”

She gulps, the movement of her throat rippling against my knife, and then a small smile spreads across her face as she wraps her fingers around my hard length, grabbing as much as she can through the fabric.

“I think you’re wearing too many clothes,” she says, dropping her gaze to watch as her hand strokes over my jeans, rubbing me as she goes.

I shake my head, a wicked smirk on my face as I reach down and unfasten the button on my jeans before sliding the zipper down. Harper takes the hint and pushes my boxers down alongside my jeans, just enough for my dick to spring free.

Her small hand wraps around the base of my cock, and I have to bite my lip to stop a groan from breaking free. Her hands look so tiny and delicate next to my size, yet she’s wrapped her fingers around just tight enough to make my balls tingle, and when she strokes my length, I see fucking stars.

I keep my blade pressed against her throat, but Harper doesn’t seem to care as her gaze remains fixed on where her hand is working over my dick, beads of pre-cum pooling on the tip with each stroke.

When I softly press the knife into her throat, enough to cause pressure but not split the skin, she pauses, looking up at me with her wide, innocent eyes.

“On your knees,” I tell her, moving the knife so she can sink to the ground, not caring that she’s kneeling on leaves and branches, or that she’s in the mud.

I drop the knife just in time to slide my fingers into her hair, gathering it into my fist as she takes my dick in her mouth, and I keep hold as she sucks me off. Her warm, wet mouth sends a shiver down my spine, making my skin tingle as she pushes until most of my length is in her throat.

Her throat contracting around my cock makes my head spin, and she’s able to take more of me each time she pulls back. Her mouth is so perfect, with the way her tongue sweeps along the underside of my shaft before she sucks me into her throat, making my knees go fucking weak.

As I get lost in the sensations, I take control and set the pace, fucking Harper’s mouth like it was made to take all of me, my fist gripping her hair to keep her in position. Like the fucking perfect girl she is, she takes every inch I give her, loving it just as much as I do.