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Only then did I pull back, lift my fingers to my lips and let my tongue dart out to taste her sweetness. All the while, I maintained eye contact, now tilting my head. "I will find you, Dea. Your arousal will betray you," I warned her darkly before grabbing her and threw her over my shoulder to take her deeper into the woods. Her protests did not escape me, but it was not loud enough to be significant.
Had she lost her tongue? Or was she saving her strength for what was about to follow? Whatever it was I could hardly wait to follow the scent of her arousal through the forest, to take her off her feet and bury her under me on the forest floor while I held her still and sank into her again and again.
Our desire would fill the night and be hot enough to rival the day's temperatures.
When we were far into the forest, I let her slide off my shoulder and onto the ground in front of me. I crouched down and looked at her in the dim moonlight.
She stared back at me, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "You're going to have to fight for it."
"Until you give yourself to me willingly," I replied, amused. How long would her resistance last when her body recognized me and remembered how good it felt to be touched by me?
Her brain was where the illusion was created, but her body would not succumb to it for long.
I grabbed her chin and lifted it so she looked directly at me. "Fight back all you want. In the end, you're mine, after all, and will close your legs around my hips when I demand that first orgasm from you."
"We'll see," she growled in a sort of forewarning before tearing herself away from me and standing up. I looked up at her, more than amused that she seemed to think she had such control over her body.
There would be a delicious moment when the role-playing dissolved and nothing but the reality remained. And in this, our bodies worked so wonderfully together that I reacted to her every time she came even an inch too close.
"I think your time has come.Run away, Dea. Run and pray that I don't find you so soon."
She looked at me and took a deep breath. She turned around and walked deeper into the forest.
In the moonlight, I saw goosebumps forming on her bare arms. But not because she suddenly shivered, no. The excitement had been written all too clearly in her face.
She would enjoy this as much as I would. She would thrive in the role of the hunted, just as I would thrive in the part of the hunter.
This time it wasn't about killing someone at the night's end. No, this was so much better. As soon as I caught her, I would teach her what lust meant in conjunction with the adrenaline rush of the hunt.
Show her how easy it was to succumb to me. To surrender to me. How much more tempting it was to simply give up and let me have the victory if it meant being rewarded.
In the silence, I counted to ten, but I kept counting since I could still hear her roaming through the forest and could even see in which direction she was running. Up to twenty. Fifty. Eighty. One hundred. Two hundred. Five hundred.
Only when I reached this number did I stop and listen again. The forest lay silent before me. No sounds tore through the night. I noticed no sign of where she had disappeared; more importantly, there was no GPS tracker. I would search in the old-fashioned way and look for her purely with my innate talent as a hunter.
My father had nurtured this until it was superseded by the technology I used for manhunts.
Well. Dea really didn't know what she had gotten herself into. What she had to expect. And how exciting it became when I was close on her heels, her scent in my nose and the goal in sight.
My determination was unparalleled. I started moving, and my senses sharpened. The first clue was her dainty print in an almost dried-up puddle twenty yards from my starting point.
I spotted bent undergrowth, tracks in the moss, and one some hair hanging from a branch, shimmering almost golden in the moonlight.
It was so easy when you knew what to look for. My pulse quickened. The longer I followed her trail, the more adrenaline pumped through my veins.
It wasn't exactly helpful to walk around with a massive, hard boner, but I didn't let that get in my way. If anything, I wouldn't have to wait a second once I got my hands on Amedea.
I stopped and looked up into the night sky. "I can feel your presence,maga, and you can't imagine how much I long for you," I growled into the night and heard a branch to my left break under the weight of a foot.
A grin spread across my lips.
22
Amedea
My lungs were on fire. I found it challenging to breathe quietly and evenly. Since I had started running, my senses were heightened. I listened to every little sound and trusted the raised hairs on my arms more than I did my gut feeling.
Vincenzo was nearby, and I knew it not only because I heard his slow steps. He had growled something in some distance.
