“I’m going to feed you.” My heart pounds as he slides his hands over my arms, looking down at me, feral and hot with those kissable lips. “Then I’m going to bend you over and fuck you.”
My belly drops through my shoes. “Um, excuse me?”
“You heard what I said. It’ll be best if you make yourself ready for me.”
“What? That’s what you think will happen here?”
The savage light in his gaze makes my skin heat more. “It’s what I know will happen.”
“And I’m going to make myself ready for you. That’s how you think this will work.”
His voice lowers. “You’re aroused already. I feel it in your throat. See it in your eyes. And your scent…”
Shivers slide over me. “You’re dreaming.”
He puts a hand to the center of my chest and backs me up to the tree. He takes my hand and guides it toward my crotch. I pull, trying to reroute us, but he’s too strong. He grabs two of my fingers and moves them for me. I hiss out a breath as everything between my legs comes alive.
A few strokes, and I could totally get off.
“Don’t resist me.”
“I get the idea. Make myself ready. I don’t need your demo.”
He keeps on, guiding my fingers between my legs. “Shit,” I breathe, closing my eyes.
“Open your eyes. Open them.”
I keep my eyes closed. There’s not much he can do about it, being that he doesn’t have a third arm and hand.
He growls and bites my cheek. My eyes fly open. “Better.” He continues on, getting me off. Slowly, surely, I’m about to come.
“Feel it,” he says. “This is how you’ll make yourself ready for me.”
“For somebody who’s so sensitive about being as a savage,” I gasp, “you’re acting like one.”
“I think you like it.” He presses me more firmly to the tree. Bark gouges into my back as the pleasure rises between my legs. “This is how I want you. Ready for me to take you when and where I choose.”
I’m moving my hand on my own now, angling into all the best parts, because fuck it feels good. My breath heats up.
His breath tickles my ear. “This is how I want you getting ready for me, for when I bend you over.”
I’m angling to hit a certain spot, panting, mad with the buildup of pleasure. This is not me, turned on by a caveman like this. Mind and body taken over by a possessive brute.
His breath is velvet on my cheek. “There’s nowhere you can hide from me. No part of you can hide from me.”
Suddenly he’s off me. I’m 98 percent of the way to an orgasm, and he lowers me onto the forest floor, onto a bed of sticks and pine needles. I lie trembling at his feet like a piece of meat for the savage, a virgin sacrifice for the beast.
He stalks away in a wake of power and glory and man.
My face goes hot with shock. “What the hell?” I call after him. This was a power play—Kiro, showing how he can take over my body and mind. He’s going to feed me. Then he’ll bend me over and fuck me. And the worst thing is that I’ll like it. And then we’ll go deeper into this wilderness, into this insanity.
Caveman and captive is a good role-play fantasy, but this role-play is moving into reality with alarming speed, and cavewoman is not my preferred lifestyle. Lying at his feet, I would’ve given him anything. Everything.
It’s as if he’s predator and I’m prey on some deep soul level.
I lost myself once already.
I have to get away.