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Letting out a shriek, she shoves at me right when I’m about to rise. It stuns me, the red blooded man in me thinking she’s trying to be coy. Growling with pleasure, I grab her around the waist, whirl her around until she comes down on her knees on the couch. Her ass is sticking right up and I groan, wanting to bite into one of her pink halves and stroke myself. Pushing into her from behind with my hard on, my eyes flutter when she lets out a moan before panting but then she turns her head, her eyes distressed.
“W...wait,” she pleads and I shake my head.
“Why? We both want this.” My eyes close in delirium. “And fuck my life, I’ve never wanted anything more.” I lose control and reason around her and I struggle to keep my head clear. I want her closed in, within my influence at all times where I can draw pleasure simply by breathing her in. The world felt dim before I saw her face but thing is that I liked it. I’ve never been one to cower away from the shadows but now I want her beside me on the sidewalk, prancing on the part that has soaked in the sun and I’ll only pull her into the dark when my body needs her.
I release her for a second to reposition her but she takes that moment to slither between me and the couch. Throwing herself at the window, she pops a leg over, bends her head and she’s out.
I react too slowly because I’m too caught off guard and then black covers my vision. She’s trying to run? From me? From her possessor?
At the realization that I misread her signals, my fists clench until adrenaline starts pumping from my wrists up to my shoulders. “Yale!” I bellow as the possessiveness almost cuts me in half. “Stop!”
To my relief, she stops in her tracks like she hit an invisible blockage and she turns around. She stands among the birches, her cheeks bright, her mouth wet and swollen and she’s panting. Her cleavage heaves with her intense breaths.
I’m panting just as hard and I lift my hand, beckoning her to me. “Get back here, beloved. Don’t make me come and get you.”
Her mouth drops and she takes a step closer. That’s it, that’s right. Get back where you belong...
The dazed look in her eyes shifts to determined and she turns, running for her life and I lose it, a chill rendering me numb at the thought of her slipping away from me. Putting my hands on the window board, I jump through, tracking her.
Yale moves like a red flag through the woods, crisscrossing in between the birches and I set out after her. I call her name, scream in need for my woman and she throws a panicky look over her shoulder. Panic.
But why?
I’m the one who will lie down my life for her. I knew from the moment I saw her on the staircase, from the moment the violence in me silenced in her presence like she had whispered secret words to get it to behave. I don’t just want her. I need her.
“Beloved,” I growl between my teeth and she lets out a yelp when my hand reaches for her. “You’re mine!” She shrieks when I tackle her and she falls, about to land on a bed of moss but I roll us over in the last moment, landing on my back. Yale sees it as her chance to get away again but I don’t let her, moving her underneath me again and I pin her wrists and drag a ragged breath. My body shudders from satisfaction that I caught her. She’s not going anywhere.
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Yale
I yap when he pins my wrists, holding them in a grip that’s not hard but that I can’t squirm out of. My whole body is trapped by a gigantic dark Viking and I tremble as he rises a little, letting me look into his eyes and now they remind me of a storm.
“Why did you run?” he snarls and his arms shake as if this is causing chaos with his emotions. “Why would you be so punishing and run from me?”
“Because I can’t be your woman, Axe!” I cry out and he tenses. “I can’t be yours!”
“The fuck you can’t,” he growls and I would have cowered but it seems that having him on top, makes his power brush off on me.
“It’s the truth!”
He pales and my heart aches at his thunderstruck expression.
“Why?” he whispers, his voice hoarse. Pained.
I shake my head, giving him my answer and his eyes flood with agony.
“Then you have killed me...” Letting out a deafening roar, he tears his vest and shirt apart, exposing his bare chest in fury and I go numb, whimpering like crazy. His strength is overwhelming, too much for a girl like me to take and his muscles ripple under his marble like skin. I blink up at him, watching the crowns of the trees spread out over his head while he roars out his frustration, my body still stuck under his and then he gazes down at me, with a haunted look in his eyes.
Axwell clasps my chin, surprisingly gently considering the state he’s in and he rasps. “You will be my woman. I don’t care what I have to do for you to be mine but you will come with me.” His eyes flash. “Even if I have to force you.”
Attacking my mouth, he groans when our tongues meet. He pulls our chests closer, our hearts acting like magnets and I open my eyes and suddenly the whole forest is spinning. The testosterone in his kiss spikes my veins, fills me with a feral need that drips of excess and I polish myself against him like he’s a pole and I’m a tumbler, hankering for any friction I can get.
He leaves his mark inside of me, as if I consist of something creamy soft that’s meant to be molded by his big hands alone. And they are safe hands, commanding and he doesn’t hesitate when touching me as if it’s unimaginable to him to not take anything he can get. My heated skin comes alive under his, prickling with sensitivity. The pleasure mounts me so fast, I feel like I need to suck in a lungful of air.
When I moan in response, his kiss turns even more eager, breaking barriers and tearing down any sane resistance I had to him. This man, he...he’s ice and shadows and everything cold and comforting and I wrap my legs around him, crying out in shock when he rocks against me and a wave of heat mercilessly assaults me. I melt.
This is wild. We’re reacting to each other like we’re the only people left alive. I’m so drawn to him that I feel like a piece of silk thread, being laced through a needle by invisible hands so our fates can be sown together. I don’t understand it yet and for a moment I try to fight it, try to be strong but Axwell is stronger than me. He’s stronger than the both of us, his will like steel, his strength the strength of an entire army and I wouldn’t dream of starting a war with him. Why would I when he will be my shield in battle, my shelter when I’m cold from the wind or too hot from the sun.
