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So I chase it.
Chase her. Through the house. Out the door into the freezing night. Through the thick snow. I watch her short frame running half naked, down the mountain, between the pine trees.
Her dark hair bounces and flows from side to side with every step forward and every time her feet bounce off the ground, I catch glimpses of her thick ass cheeks under my hoodie that she’s wearing. Every step she takes looks stronger than the last. She fits, right here in this unmovable scenery between the old pines. She fits.
And I smile. This is even better than I thought it would be.
She runs hard, never turning her head around to see if I am following, never faltering. It breathes new life into me. I chase my prey with even more determination and unlike the first time I ran after her, this is different. I am not letting her win, I am actually running after her, truly running. I gave her a bit of a head start once she ran out the door, I wanted this, wanted her to believe she had a shot and to be honest, I wanted to give her one.
Why?
I’m curious. Curious if I can push her to come out, out of that fucking shell, break the wall that motherfucker built around her fiery soul.
I’m more determined than ever.
I leap forward, closing the distance between us and my heavy steps in the snow must have distracted her because hers falter. I reach her, circle my arms around that small body and lift her up against me as she kicks and screams.
Oh, how she screams. That fiery siren’s song, rubbing every inch of my body until it reaches my dick and calls it into action. The song that makes me squeeze her harder just so I can hear more of it. My left hand goes down, around her hip and my right goes up on her throat, squeezing just enough, tilting her head backward, holding it tight against my right shoulder.
I bury my head in the crook of her neck and take in her smell. Jasmine. There’s no perfume, no feminine products in my house, yet she smells like jasmine, like fucking spring in the frosty, winter night.
I drag my tongue from the crook of her neck to that sweet spot behind the ear, clamping my teeth on the soft lobe and she swears at me. Dirty words rasping into the silence of the night and I squeeze the sides of her throat harder. She gasps for air for a few seconds and squirms more against me, making my dick dig deeper into her back.
She’s stuck, stuck in my arms, no matter how much she kicks she can’t go anywhere, controlling her is actually quite easy. I ease the grip on her throat and she screams bloody murder, her arms going backwards, grabbing the back of my neck and squeezing as hard as she can, clawing at it, futile attempts at distracting me with pain.
A strange sound escapes my lips before I even realize what’s happening. I’m laughing. I don’t even remember the last time that happened. I forgot what it sounded like.
She stills in my arms and I silence myself. She watches me from the corner of her eye, taken aback by the strange noise that left me.
My dick pulses into the small of her back and I feel her tense harder, not her whole body, just her back, her ass. Almost like she’s forcing herself to stay perfectly still, as if in this specific moment it is the most unnatural thing for her to do.
“What now, little siren?” I whisper in her ear in the most menacing voice I can muster.
I watch as her eyes move frantically in every direction, looking for options, any options, anything at all. And then she kicks me, so hard, aimlessly, yet she found my knee, making me flinch just enough for her to claw at my arms to free herself.
I let go and she falls to the ground, unexpectedly slipping on a rock, and goes straight on her hands and knees at my feet.
Isn’t that just goddamn beautiful, almost like this forest is rooting for me.
She tries to get up, but I put both arms on her shoulders and push her right back down. I like her here, on her knees, at my feet. My right hand starts moving slowly, enjoying the slight tremble in her body as it glides over her upper back and behind her neck, grabbing her possessively.
I push her forwards and she falls on her belly to the ground. Before she can get up, I drop down on my hands and knees and cage her in. My front to her back, legs on either side of hers, dick pressed hard between her ass cheeks.
“Get the hell off me!” she starts screaming, anger seeping out of her voice.
I stay quiet, holding myself on one arm, and push the other one between her shoulder blades, holding her down.
“I know you’re not deaf, get off me!” she yells again.
I grin. I can’t fucking help it. Her voice is breaking in the most delicious way, revealing the fire that I knew is still burning inside of her.
Letting go of her back, I give her a small sense of security. She squirms beneath me and slides out fast, attempting to run away. But she fails to understand one important thing—I’m a hunter, and she is prey. And I like playing with my prey before I devour. And I will devour.
She’s almost out from underneath me, so I use my free arm to pull her back by her legs and flip her over, before I move swiftly on top of her, between her legs, caging her in yet again. My eyes are at the same level as hers and I can see the panic and fear as she tries with all her might to push me off.
“You get off on this, you sick bastard. Let me go! What the hell is wrong with you?” She carries on yelling expletives at me, yet I don’t falter. I bathe in the high pitched tone of her voice, laced with fear and something else I can't quite place.
And then she digs her nails on the crook of my neck, on both sides, knowingly drawing blood.
I’m done.
