26. Silas

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SILAS

S he's accepting me—all of me. Every dark corner of my mind I've kept hidden from the world is laid bare before her, and she's embracing it. I knew she would, but the thrill of confirmation is indescribable. I feel powerful beyond measure, and my desire for her grows with each moment.

Taking the gun out of her pussy, I see how wet she is. Her arousal excites me, and I need to taste her. I put the gun in my mouth, sucking it clean, making sure to savor every drop that belongs to her.

Her moans fill the room as she watches me. I can see the desire burning in her eyes and know she's craving more. A sinister smile spreads across my face as I discard the gun on the nightstand. My mind is racing, my excitement and psychosis taking over.

"You like that, don't you?" I say, my voice low and laced with filthy intentions. "You like watching me suck your juices off the gun. You're so fucking wet, Clara."

She bites her lip, her eyes never leaving mine. I love how responsive she is to me. It fuels my desire to push her even further.

"Tell me what you want," I whisper, leaning closer, my breath warm on her skin. "Tell me your darkest, filthiest fantasies. I want to hear them all."

"Chase me," she says, her voice thick with desire. "Wearing your mask and hunt me like an animal. I want to feel the thrill of being pursued. Catch me, and then—" She pauses, biting her lip, and my heart pounds in anticipation. "Then, take me with force. Right there in the woods."

A groan escapes my throat at the imagery her words evoke. "If that's what you want, I'll give it to you." I slowly stand, taking a step towards her.

She wants me to chase her, to experience the thrill of the hunt. As I reach for the knife, her eyes flicker with desire. She knows what's coming, and her excitement only fuels my own. With a swift motion, I slice through the ropes binding her wrists and setting her free to run.

"Get a head start," I tell her, my voice heavy with anticipation. "Ten seconds. Then I'm coming for you."

Clara doesn't hesitate. She takes off downstairs, the urgency in her movements clear. I count slowly in my head, drawing out the anticipation. When I reach ten, I pursue her.

I spot her running to the kitchen door and stuffing her feet into a pair of boots before escaping into the garden. The moonlight bathes her silhouette as she sprints into the woods, her pale skin almost glowing.

The woods are my domain, and I'm in control here. I let her run, listening to her panicked breaths and footsteps crunching leaves. The adrenaline is pumping through her veins, and I can practically taste her fear. It's exhilarating.

I'm in no rush, taking my time to stalk her through the forest. My prey is terrified, and I savor this dance of cat and mouse. Her erratic movements give her away, and I adjust my path to intercept her.

I see her ahead as I close in—a vision of frantic energy. Her blonde hair flies behind her as she darts between the trees.

I stalk through the woods, my footsteps silent against the forest floor. Clara's ragged breathing echoes through the trees, and my cock hardens.

I catch glimpses of her pale skin between the trees. She's running blind, desperate to escape, but I am always in control. I circle wide, cutting off her escape routes one by one.

The snap of a twig gives away her position. I pause, letting her think she's lost me. Her breathing slows as she tries to stay quiet. Smart girl, but not smart enough.

My fingers trace the rough bark of a tree as I round it. She's close—so close I could reach out and grab her. But I want to drag this out, make her wonder where I am and when I'll strike.

A gasp escapes her lips as a branch scrapes her skin. The sound shoots straight to my groin. I adjust myself, fighting the urge to take her right now. Her desperate anticipation will make it all the sweeter

Clara breaks into another run, and I let her. Her feet pound against fallen leaves as she sprints deeper into the darkness. I match her pace from a parallel path, staying out of sight. I deliberately snap a twig or rustle branches every few steps, keeping her on edge.

The chase is intoxicating. Each time she changes direction, every stumble and gasp feeds my hunger. I'm toying with her now, herding her toward the clearing ahead. She doesn't realize she's running exactly where I want her to go.

The moon breaks through the clouds, casting shadows that dance across her skin. She pauses at the edge of the trees, chest heaving, looking for an escape route. I circle behind her, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her body.

She's almost within reach now. Her body glows silver in the moonlight as she pauses, sensing my presence. A soft breath escapes her lips, fogging the air. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, the only movement she dares to make.

I step out from the shadows, my body blocking her path. Her eyes widen at seeing me, a hungry, desperate look I've come to know well.

"You knew I'd catch you," I whisper.

She backs away, her eyes never leaving mine. "You're enjoying this."

It isn't a question, and I don't bother responding. Instead, I take a step forward, relishing the fear in her eyes.

"Please," she breathes, her breath ghosting over my skin. "Silas, please."

Her voice is like a caress, sending a shiver down my spine. This is what she wants, what she's been craving.

I lunge, pressing her body against the rough bark of a tree. She lets out a startled cry, her hands scrabbling against the trunk. I catch her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. The other slips around her throat, applying just enough pressure to let her know I'm in control.

Her eyes flash with a mixture of desire and defiance. She strains against my hold.

"Fight me," I taunt, tightening my grip. "Show me what you've got."

Her legs wrap around my waist, trying to unbalance me. I smirk, leaning into her, letting her feel my arousal.

She grunts, struggling against my hand at her throat. I add more pressure, just enough to widen her eyes. Her free hand claws at my arm, trying to break my hold.

"That's it," I murmur, nipping at her earlobe. "Show me that fight that gets me fucking hard."

Her hips buck against mine, her movements frantic. The feel of her soft body pressed against mine sends sparks of pleasure through me.

The more she fights, the more savage my desire becomes. Her lips part, breath coming in short gasps. I lift my mask enough to kiss her hard, demanding her submission. Our tongues tangle, a battle of dominance that mirrors the struggle of our bodies.

I release her wrists, sliding my hand down to grab her ass. She whimpers as I lift her, grinding her against me. Taking advantage of her momentary lack of balance, I spin us around, roughly pinning her front against the tree.

"Tell me this isn't what you need," I challenge, teasing her mercilessly. She responds by pressing deeper into the rough bark, her hands seeking purchase on the tree trunk as her body betrays her desire.

This is what she wanted. I can feel her need, her desire for me to take control. Letting go of her throat, I reach down and tear at her panties, ripping them from her body. She gasps, her breathing becoming erratic.

"Do you have any idea how good you feel?" I breathe, my lips brushing her ear. "So fucking wet and ready for me."

"Stop," she begs, attempting half-heartedly to escape. "Please, don't—I can't take it."

Her voice is like a drug, sending a rush of power through my veins. But the game isn't over yet. I tighten my grip on her wrists and thrust into her harder, reveling in the feeling of her soft body yielding to mine.

"Tell me you don't want this," I growl. "Tell me you don't want me to fuck you senseless."

"No," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "I don't want this. Please, let me go."

I chuckle. "Liar. Your body betrays you, Clara. It craves my touch, my dominion.”

She whimpers, her ass pressing back against me.

"Your body speaks to me. It tells me how much you want this."

"I don't," she insists, her voice shaking. "I don't want it."

With a harsh laugh, I pull her hair back, exposing the graceful arch of her neck. "Your words say one thing, but your body tells another story."

I sample her with a gentle bite, drinking in her startled breath like the first taste of a feast. Her resistance only serves to heighten my arousal, the thrill of the hunt.

"Please," she whimpers. "It's too much."

I chuckle, my free hand sliding down to squeeze her ass. My thumb rubs over the still-healing mark of my name carved into her. "You can take it. I know you, my goddess. You want to be pushed, don't you?"

"Yes," she breathes, the word reverent, like a confession.

Hearing her desire so bluntly stated sends a rush of possessiveness through me. She's mine to corrupt, to steer down the path of darkness.

"Good," I growl. "Because I'm just getting started."

Her body is still pressed against the rough bark, contrasting soft skin and hardwood a feast for my eyes. I hold her throat in an iron grip with one hand. My other hand trails down, fingers teasing the slick heat between her thighs.

"You don't want this?" I snarl, rubbing my cock against her entrance. "Your body says otherwise, Clara."

She looks over her shoulder at me. "Please, stop. I don't want this. Let me go."

I can feel how wet she is, how much she craves this. My thumb teases her clit, making her gasp and squirm.

"Liar," I breathe, my lips against her ear. "You can't hide your desire from me."

"No," she whispers, her voice thick with need. "I don't want—oh, God, Silas!"

I slam into her, claiming her with one brutal thrust. Her scream of pleasure echoes through the forest, sending a jolt of satisfaction through me. I hold her tight, buried deep inside her, and look into her eyes, unflinching.

"You like that, don't you?" I growl, my voice harsh with desire. "You like being taken hard. Being fucked rough against a tree."

Her chest heaves as she struggles to catch her breath. "No, I—please, stop."

Her words are like fuel on the fire, making my desire burn hotter. I pull out slowly, making her whimper, then slam back into her. Over and over, my thrusts become more savage, driven by the thrill of taking her like this.

"Say it," I demand, my hands bruising her delicate skin. "Tell me how much you want this."

"I don't—I can't—" She breaks off with a cry as I hit a sensitive spot.

"You can't what?" I taunt. "Tell me you don't like me marking you? Or that you don't want to feel me pumping my hot cum deep inside you?"

Her cheeks flush with arousal, and she bites her lip, struggling for words. "I can't?—"

I slap her ass, the sound loud in the quiet forest. "You can't what? Tell me, Clara."

She gasps.

"Do you want me to stop?" I murmur, my lips grazing her ear. With each push of my hips, her pussy grips me tighter, betraying her words. I flick my tongue against her earlobe, tasting the salt of her skin.

She bucks wildly, her body arching. "Yes, stop, I—" Her words devolve into a moan as I slam into her with deliberate force. "Oh, God, I don't—I can't?—"

"You can." I nip at her ear, reveling in the raw, animalistic sounds coming from her throat. "Come for me, Clara. Come all over my cock."

Her head falls back, baring her long neck. It invites me to taste her, to mark her. I oblige, sucking gently, leaving a trail of dark purple bruises along her creamy skin.

My fingers find her clit, rubbing it in firm circles as I move inside her. My thumb brushes over the small bundle of nerves, back and forth, back and forth, until she's squirming between me and the tree trunk.

"That's it; let go," I command, my voice a low growl. "I want to feel you climax around me."

Her walls clamp down on me, a vice of pleasure. With each frantic beat of her pulse, she contracts around my cock, milking me. I grab her hip to hold her steady as I thrust into her with purpose.

Her juices drip down my balls, a testament to her body's response to mine. I savor her warmth and wetness, knowing it's all for me.

My hands tighten on her hips, leaving marks as I thrust deep, my own climax overtaking me.

"You're mine," I growl in her ear as I bury myself deep. "My perfect goddess, accepting me so willingly."

I unload into her, pumping her full of my hot cum. It's a delicious, filthy feeling, knowing I'm marking her from the inside out. This strong and intelligent woman has just been reduced to a quivering mass of need by me.

"Oh, Silas," she breathes, her voice thick. "That was?—"

She doesn't finish her sentence as I thrust into her again, unable to resist the feel of her tight heat. She's like a drug, her soft body yielding to mine. My hands caress her hips, my thumbs stroking her skin.

"Shhh," I whisper. "No words. Just feel."

I withdraw, then gently turn her around, pressing her against my chest. She feels so right in my arms; it's almost intoxicating.

Moonlight filters through the trees, casting an ethereal glow on her face. I stroke her hair, pushing it back from her eyes. Her cheeks are flushed, lips swollen from my kisses. Gently, I press my lips to hers. This tender kiss contrasts with the fierce passion that just consumed us.

Our tongues tangle gently, a slow, sweet dance of intimacy. I hold her close, my hands roaming softly over her body. The rush of power I usually crave is replaced by a feeling of possession, of wanting to brand her as mine in a completely different way.

"Clara," I murmur against her lips. My thumb brushes her lower lip, swollen and red from my kisses and bites. "The havoc you wreak in my mind is a beautiful destruction."

She looks up at me, her eyes shining in the moonlight. “Maybe that's what makes us work—we're both a little broken, but we can build something beautiful from these pieces.”

A shiver runs through me at her words. I tighten my arms around her, savoring the moment. "We should get back before you catch pneumonia."

She nods, her forehead resting against mine. "You're right."

Reluctantly, I release her, stepping back to admire the sight of her—my goddess, flushed and disheveled from our encounter. And I know in that moment that life as I know it has irrevocably changed.