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I took the knife down her cheek, laying the blade flat on her throat. I swear, she tilted her head back, exposing more of that long neck to me. Her lips parted, and her eyes fluttered closed. A soft whimper escaped her lips.
“Beautiful,” I said with complete and total reverence. I worshiped her.
I lifted her shirt exposing her black bra. It clasped in the front, and I could easily have undone it with one hand. But I was an asshole. I moved the blade under the clasp and pulled until it sliced in two. The bra popped open, revealing two small breasts with perfect, hard brown nipples that begged to be bitten.
My mouth felt thick, like a feast had been laid in front of me, and I was starving. I took a beautiful nipple in my mouth, and she moaned and squirmed. I let her nipple go with a pop and, with a gruff voice, ordered her, “Still… Stay fucking still.”
I put the sharpened blade against the thin skin over her ribs and lightly pressed down until a red line emerged. A blood drop pooled in one corner. I darted my tongue out and licked it, tasting the tang of salt and metal. She didn’t react to the blade, or the shallow cut on her skin. But she gasped when I sucked at the wound, taking it in my teeth.
All the while, her body was still but for the rise and fall of her gorgeous chest. I didn’t know what I’d do if she moved and responded to me. My body was full of violence. I was capable of the most vile things in that moment.
I took the knife, the point grazing the center of her belly where the line of her abs led down to her shallow navel. I kissed it, circling my tongue in the tiny crevice. She moaned, low in her throat.
My free hand went down to the button of her jeans, and I undid them with a snap. I tugged them until they reached her knees, bunching at the top of her boots. I wanted to take those boots off. To lay her open and bare on the soil, her skin marred and streaked by the earth. But there was no time. Her knees pinned together. I lifted them over my right shoulder, unbuckled my pants until they found the sweet, warm wetness between her thighs.
I sheathed myself in her soft, pulsing heat. The feel of her around me was so glorious, I swear I could see heaven.
She gritted her teeth, her chest coming off the ground as she threw her head back, arching with my intrusion. Her hands balled into two fists above her head.
I placed the knife back to her throat, the sharpened blade against the underside of her jaw.
“Don’t move.” I commanded again, and she stilled. Her eyes were glassy, liquid gold, as she looked up at the sky. That wouldn’t do for me. “Look at me.”
Her eyes snapped to mine, and I grinned down at her. I pulled out, then thrust back into her heat. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. I thrust again, and she groaned. Once more, and she whimpered. My cock was eliciting these beautiful reactions from her, and I felt that power coursing through my veins.
It broke my resolve and I pistoned inside her again and again. She bounced against me as I thrust, and thrust. I held her thighs against my chest. Her wetness was dripping down my things and onto my trousers.
Unable to look at me anymore, she turned her head and let out a high scream, her back arching in pleasure, a beautiful tear falling down her temple.
I bent down to lick that tear, pressing her thighs against her chest. I could smell the leaves in her hair, the dirt on her skin. The rhythm of our bodies slapping together, followed by the rustle grass and pine needles that covered the ground.
“Mine.” I said, as I took her mouth.
I threw the knife to the side, interlacing my fingers with hers, pressing the backs of her hands into the soft ground. She whimpered against my mouth, her lips parted, unable to stop my tongue from invading. I fucked her through her orgasm, and she pulsed with need. I bit her lip and tasted blood before my balls tightened.
I pulled out of her warmth, the cold air assaulting my heated skin as I grabbed my cock, pointed it into the ground between and shot my seed into the dirt.
“Fuck!” I roared. Endless streams spilled onto the ground.
I had never been so overcome with obsession. I had never had such a woman. My head fell to the curve of her throat. She was panting like me, our breaths in sync. I kissed her jaw. Her cheek. I tasted a salty liquid that I had not expected.
I pulled my head back and stared down at her. Her head was turned to the side, tears flowing freely.
“Fuck.” I said again, but softer this time. I righted my pants. Then hers. She let me dress her. Her trembling hand went to her lips as she curled into the fetal position on her side.
She was falling. Coming apart further still. I had to catch her.
I pulled her to me until she was cradled against my chest. I leaned back against the rough bark of a tree and rocked her back and forth, stroking her hair as she cried.
She needed a moment, and I was there to hold her together. I placed kisses on her hair, her temple, her forehead, and stroked back.
“I’ve never…” she whispered, but her throat sounded thick. “I don’t think I like…” but she couldn’t say it.
She liked it. I felt it in her body and saw it in her eyes. She could have used her safe word, but she didn’t. She wanted it as much as I did. But I wasn’t naïve. A strong woman like her wouldn’t want to know this about herself - that she wanted to be taken.
“Don’t question your desires.” I whispered against her forehead.
“But…” she started, trying to pull away from me, but I tightened my hold. “I’m not that kind of woman. I don’t…”
