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“No,” I whispered again as I held it with a trembling hand. I knew it was his, I knew it. There was no doubt in my mind.
I dropped the mask and tried to push it into the shadows where I’d found it. But what could I do?
As if I was in a trance, I made my way to the bathroom where the shower was still running.
I quietly opened the door and stepped inside.
Locke stood under the hot spray of the shower completely naked. His back was to me as he rinsed the sweat and cum from his body. His muscles tensed as he reached for the body wash. I thought about running away. I thought about closing the door and never looking back. But I couldn’t. My heart raced as I stood, stunned by the sight of him.
He leaned his head back, letting the water pour down his body.
When Locke stepped out of the shower, he was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Water droplets cascaded down his sculpted chest and abs. He looked at me and his eyes were filled with lust.
“I love when you wear my clothes,” he said.
Without saying a word, he pressed his body against mine, pinning me against the wall. He took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth. His hands roamed over my body, touching me in all the right places.
As if on stunned autopilot, I moaned into his mouth as he lifted me up and carried me to the bed, laying me down gently. He climbed on top of me and continued kissing me, trailing kisses down my neck and chest. My body was on fire with desire for him.
And yet…
I closed my eyes and saw the bone mask staring back at me.
This couldn’t be real.
It couldn’t be real…
I recognized his cock.
It was the same cock.
Fuck me… how did I not see this before?
Though we had sex multiple times with him hidden behind the bone mask, I had no doubt in my mind that Locke had been the masked man during The Hunt.
He was the man who chased me.
Who threw me to the ground.
Who fucked me hard while I cried out in primal pleasure.
I may not have recognized the man then.
But I did now.
It was Locke all along.
And now as his cock was buried inside of me, not only did I recognize the appearance, I recognized the feel.
How he thrust.
How his cock pulsed against my inner walls.
How his breath hitched.
How he moaned low.
How did I not see this before?
