me, loosening his tie like he couldn't breathe well with it knotted at his throat. The smile fell from my face, replaced with a look of longing as he made a slow and measured approach. I'd lured this predator into my trap, but now the tables were turning. He was setting me in his sights, ready to pounce like the animal he was. We brought out the most primal parts of our nature in each other and I loved that. I didn't ever want to stop being his savage girl and I didn't want him to stop being my savage man either. Everything away from the mountain was begging us to conform, but if we ever did, I knew I'd hate myself. I'd hate him. We weren't meant to be like the rest of the world. We knew pain and blood and because of that, we knew how to be free. Really, truly free.
His thumb rubbed over the centre of my little white panties in his hand, coating his skin in my desire as he came to a halt in front of me.
"You don't want to play this game with me, baby doll. You're going to regret it."
I pushed two fingers inside myself, arching my back so my breasts pushed out and my dress rode higher over my hips. I moaned at the thought of his hands on me, needing him to want this like I did.
"Are you afraid we'll get caught?" I asked through heavy breaths.
"I don't fear anything for myself. I fear for you though, savage girl." He stepped closer, the space between us spiking with a fierce energy. "I would murder anyone who laid eyes on your flesh without your permission."
"I only want your eyes on me," I swore, meaning it from the bottom of my soul. "Don’t you like what you see, mountain man?"
He hummed low in his throat, moving closer until I was consumed by his shadow and the heat of his body reached to me. My cheeks were burning hot as he surveyed me, his head tipped down, his thumb still circling in my panties in the way I so desperately wished he'd do to me.
The humidity was making strands of my hair stick to my cheeks, but the heat was nothing to the fire blazing between my legs. I needed him. If he didn't touch me soon, I was going to lose my mind.
"Nicoli," I moaned as I pushed my fingers into my wetness, slowly in and out as he drank in the movement, licking his lips like I was making him salivate.
"Hands on my chest," he instructed and I was happy to comply, taking my hand from between my thighs and resting it on his body with my other. His heart pounded out a dark and merciless tune beneath my palm and I looked up at him under my lashes, my hips rocking side to side as I ached for him to claim me.
He reached down with my panties in his grip, his eyes on mine the whole time as he slid them between my thighs and rubbed them into my arousal.
A whimper escaped me as he teased my opening, soaking my panties through then taking them away again. He balled them in his hand then brought them to my mouth, rubbing them over my lips so I could taste myself.
"You really shouldn't lure monsters into dark places, savage girl," he warned, taking the panties away and pushing them into his pants’ pocket.
"Maybe I like this kind of monster," I whispered, his eyes on my mouth where they no doubt glistened with my wetness.
He leaned in eagerly and licked my mouth clean with a hungry growl before driving his tongue between my lips. It tasted of me and him and everything we were and were yet to be. He kissed me long and hard and I fisted my hands in his shirt, tugging him closer with a firm yank, reminding him not to be gentle. He still needed a nudge from time to time.
His teeth sank into my lower lip and I moaned in pleasure as he chased the pain away, sucking it into his mouth before plunging his tongue between my lips again. The kiss was filthy and perfect and made me long for even more of his rough touches.
I didn't want sweet tonight, I wanted nasty and sinful. I wanted to lean into my darkest urges and forget that I was ever abused, tortured, captured. None of that defined me.