Chapter 16

Sixteen

D ahlia

The sweet, meditative friction of Blake’s massive cock makes my entire being feel full.

I never thought my body could feel a need more powerful than the last time he was inside me two years ago, but here I am, writhing under him, my fingers locked onto the sheets and my knuckles turning white as I ascend toward another mind-blowing climax.

I grit my teeth and press my forehead into the mattress while Blake continues his slow rhythm of deep, healing thrusts.

“Look back at me,” he rumbles, stippling my shoulder with a line of wet, sloppy kisses.

I do as he says and turn my head to look, but then something catches my eye in the mirror.

I hear the scrape of a branch against the window before my eyes register what I’m seeing. I gasp in fright. I lift my head off the blanket and my eyes dart around frantically.

“Baby, baby, what is it?” He stops his movements, his face trained on me but my gaze is locked on something in the mirror.

Another face in the darkness. It’s at the window.

I can’t speak. I can’t scream. I’m frozen in place and the horrible dread in my stomach is back.

Blake follows the look of terror on my face and he finally sees it too.

“What the fuck!” he roars.

By the time he’s stood and located his jeans, the face in the mirror is gone. I hear more sounds of scraping branches against the window, followed by sounds of rustling, twigs snapping and a small thud on the ground.

“Someone or something was in the tree outside the window,” I say, my voice shaking as I run to the window and try to make out any shapes below us on the ground. “Please don’t go out there, Blake.”

But he’s out the door before I finish saying the words.