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HIM
I’m deep in the woods now. The darkness has descended, and the world around me is completely quiet, except for her steps digging desperately into the snow.
If I want the benefit of surprise, I can’t turn on the small flashlight currently sitting in my jeans pocket. I stop, stand near an old thick tree and I listen. I can hear her.
Light fumbling footsteps coming my way.
Ragged breaths as she slows down, losing strength.
How she stumbles and falls, more than once, but she picks herself back up and keeps going. Desperation clouds her breaths, but I can't help but smile at her perseverance.
Further back, deeper into the forest, I can hear another set of footfalls. Heavy. Strong. Determined. Now the screaming makes sense. He’s coming for her; his steps light but deliberate, making sure that she can't tell where he is. He’s chasing her calmly, without breaking a fucking sweat, because he knows there’s nowhere for her to run. All he needs to do is follow the trail she’s leaving in the thick snow.
My blood boils hotter thinking of this asshole being on my fucking mountain.
I hear her coming closer and closer and without even realizing, she stops by a tree right behind me. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and I can almost see her. Not everything, but enough to know her position and when she starts moving again.
She darts away from the tree with newfound strength, pushing herself harder, but I’m right there. One arm circling her waist, lifting her from the ground, the other straight on her fucking mouth, trapping any sound that threatens to come out.
“Don’t scream or I swear to the fucking gods, you’ll wishhecaught you, not me,” I whisper, my breathing brushing her ear.
She shakes uncontrollably, she can’t help it; I know she’s both scared to death and freezing fucking cold. And she’s completely naked.
Why the fuck is she naked?!
She feels soft against me, her body curvy, her bones covered by a soft layer of flesh, perfect for kneading under my rough hands. I hold her against me until her body calms, until her pulse slows enough for her to process what is happening.
As I press her harder into me, I feel her muscles relax. Maybe it’s my body heat that's making her react like this. Maybe it’s the lack of choice. I drop her back on her feet, still holding her against me.
My arm is around her waist and my palm pressed hard on her side, itching to fucking slide down her soft body, because her flesh feels so goddamn good under my touch.
And it does. I can’t help myself.
More importantly, I don’t want to.
This situation right here is my own personal dirty heaven. The chase, the vulnerability, the lack of consent. All screaming at me in songs of filth and desire.
I slide my hand across to her middle, then down over her belly button, stopping when the tips of my fingers only just touch the curls of her mound. Nothing better than unshaved, natural fucking pussy.
I groan at the touch, and every single muscle in her body, one by one, tenses against me. There’s a tremor in her flesh as she attempts to pull away from me, but her head falls back—the tiniest, slightest movement that one would have missed.
I didn’t.
She’s a tiny thing, maybe a foot or more shorter than me and as my fingers reach her curls, I lean forward, my warm breath brushing the top of her ear. Suddenly, as my dick twitches against her back, she’s shaking for a whole other reason.
She ran away from a monster only to fall between the tentacles of a much bigger one.
Oh, little siren, if only your screams didn’t reach my ears… If only…
I'm aware that I’m a caveman right now.
I'm aware that in the real world, away from this mountain, you don’t do things like this.
I'm aware of what normal human behavior is.
I'm aware I’m not supposed to get hard when a woman screams in fear or touch her the way I’m touching this one right now.
I'm perfectly damn fucking aware.
