Chapter 28
Evelyn
The uneven ridges of the tree dig into my back as Noah presses his full body weight against me, humping me hungrily as his tongue devours every inch of my mouth and I lose myself in the sensation, drowning in the taste of him. A high, muffled moan escapes my throat as I run my fingers through the short, sticky strands of his hair, clutching them to keep me anchored.
As his predatory side consumes me, heat pools between my legs, my arousal soaking through the thin fabric of my underwear, coating my skin. My clit throbs with every thrust of his hips against mine, expanding the void that begs to be filled.
"Guys?" Kyle's voice rings in the distance and Noah breaks the kiss, his head jerking in Kyle's direction. His murderous stare fixes on him. Unable to find the strength to even utter a word, I cling to Noah, struggling to catch my breath.
"You have one minute to get as far away as possible. If you're anywhere near when I start fucking her, you're a dead man." Noah speaks in a threatening tone that sends shivers down my spine.
Kyle's face morphs from one of amusement to one of playful fear. "This is fucked up, but…" He raises his hands defensively before aiming finger guns in our direction. "Got you. I'm going back to the house and you call me later to clean up. Have fun." He waves his hands in the air and disappears into the woods toward our house.
My breath catches in my throat as Noah's head whips back to face me, his pupil dilated, dimming the beautiful green in his eye. My heart pounds against my ribcage in a violent rhythm of anticipation. I should be afraid, should try to flee. But there's nowhere to run. And deep down, I know he would never hurt me. I'm too precious to him, the most valuable bird in his collection.
"This is your only chance to stop me," he says through gritted teeth, his lips brushing against mine. His hot minty breath tickles my skin. "Or I will fuck you, right here, however I want, until I'm satisfied, my Little Dove. No safe word will protect you."
"I'm all yours," I say with a moan and crash my lips back to his. Within seconds, one of his hands finds its way through the slit of my dress, grabs the waistband of my thong and pulls. The narrow strip of fabric stings as it digs into my skin until it finally snaps in half and he tosses it aside. Now exposed, the cold air tickles my damp skin.
Noah sets me back on the ground before dropping to his knees in front of me, pushing up the skirt of my dress and forcing my legs open and over his shoulders so that I sit on his face as I lean against the tree. I scream and my hands fly up to his head, grabbing his hair as he flicks his tongue over my aching clit.
With every delicious lick he devours me, sending electric shocks of pleasure through my nerves. He opens his mouth wide and runs his tongue from my clit between my folds, feasting on my arousal. As he wraps his lips around my clit, sealing the sensitive bundle of nerves in his mouth, I throw my head back against the tree and let out a loud cry of pleasure. Rocking my hips against his face, I chase the ecstasy, my gut clenching with the nearing orgasm.
His hands grip my thighs, his short nails digging into my skin as he lets me ride his face. I arch my back off the tree, rocking my hips back and forth in a fierce chase as his tongue circles my clit. One of his hands slips from my thighs between us and I feel his thumb squeeze between his chin and my cunt. The finger rests against my opening before slipping in with ease. With the added pressure, I dance on the edge, almost slipping .
"Noah," I scream his name as my muscles spasm and I lock my thighs around his head, pinning him in place by crossing my legs on his back. A low growl rises from his throat, the vibration against my cunt rippling through me in waves, adding to the shudders of pleasure. "Noah," I say his name again, this time more like a whimper.
As my muscles loosen, he lifts me off his shoulders, puts me back on the ground and stands up, one arm wrapped around my middle, holding me upright as he towers over me. I clutch at the soft fabric of his shirt, lifting my head to admire his beautiful face, covered in my arousal. He still has that dangerous predatory look on his face. He is far from done with me and I want more. I want him to ravage me, to ruin me in the best possible way.
"No…" I try to speak but squeak as he whips me around, one of his hands resting on the back of my neck as he forces me to bend forward. My hands fly to the tree in front of me to steady my weight. His other hand pushes up my dress, exposing me to him. There is the sound of his belt, the rustle of clothes and finally his fly unzipping. My legs tremble in anticipation, my cunt throbbing with every sharp breath I take, eagerly longing for salvation .
His hand comes back to rest on my hip, his weight pressing against my back, his hard cock slipping between my thighs, and without any resistance, my body welcomes him with a long, violent thrust that pushes the air out of my lungs with a scream. My body jerks forward, but his hand on my hip holds me in place.
My head lolls forward, my eyes closing as he begins his relentless chase, his hips slamming into my ass as he pounds into me, forcing his cock so deep that it hammers against my cervix. A series of high-pitched screams fall from my lips. The mix of pain and pleasure is overwhelming, but so delicious and addictive.
"Good girl," he grunts. My heart leaps in my chest and my muscles tighten around his cock at the praise. I claw my nails into the bark of the tree, my perfectly manicured nails stinging, threatening to break from the pressure. With my mouth wide open, I don't hold back, letting out every animalistic scream he elicits from me with his violent assault. The wet sound of his skin slapping against mine with every thrust. Accompanied by his guttural moan, our shared voices echo through the dark and eerie forest.
Tears sting in the corners of my eyes, my chest heaving with sobs as the pleasure builds inside me, climbing higher and higher. My legs tremble, my weight becoming too much for me to bear, but his grip on my hip is tight and he won't let me fall.
The hand that holds my neck lets go, running down the arched curve of my back before grabbing my coat and dress and pushing it even higher until the fabric wraps around my shoulders, exposing me completely. He then moves his hand around me, cupping one of my tits, squeezing the mound between his fingers, pinching my hard nipple.
My cunt clenches, my muscles screaming in agony as another orgasm crashes down on me, sparking a raging fire inside me. One moment I'm filled to the brim, so full and tight it feels like my womb is about to burst. But then it all slips away, spilling out of me as I squirt all over him, soaking him in the clear fluid that pours down my thighs.
Noah lets out a deep and animalistic moan behind me and with one last violent thrust he buries himself inside me, pushing out the remains of the fluid with a loud squirt, driving himself against my cervix and releasing himself inside me. With each contraction of his cock, he pumps his warm, soothing cum into me.
We remain motionless, connected by our hips. Now the only sounds around us are our heavy breathing, gasping for air, and my snot-filled sobs. As my muscles begin to relax, I lose control of my body, sagging, about to fall to my knees, but I don't. He wraps his arms around my stomach, holding me up and my dress falls back over my chest, his arms preventing it from covering me entirely.
"I got you," he mutters, his chest rising and falling against my back in a rapid rhythm. I nod, still sobbing. Carefully, he turns me around, letting my dress fall back down to cover me completely. He wraps his arms around my middle and I curl mine around his shoulders as he lifts me off the ground. "I'm here, just hold on to me," he whispers into my ear.
With slow steps, he carries me to the plastic patio table and sets me down next to his black case. Through my tear-filled vision, I watch him tuck himself back into his soaked pants before cupping my cheeks in his hands. "Are you okay, Dove?" I nod again and he bends over to plant a soft kiss on my forehead. "I love you," he mouths against my skin.
"I love you too," I say with a shaky voice.
Noah drops to his knees in front of me, his hands resting on my thighs. I lift my hands to my face and begin to wipe away my tears, clearing my vision. He looks up at me with a soft and genuine smile and just like that, the predator is tame again. In the blink of an eye, he has turned back into the loving and caring man I've come to know over the past year.
"I know it's not the most romantic moment next to a dead body hanging from the trees." Noah takes his eye off me to steal a glance at the dead man before turning his attention back to me. "And I'm sure you had other dreams of how this would go, but…" He pauses and takes my left hand in his. "Tonight has proven to me once again that we are meant to be. You see the monster I am, in and out, yet you don't try to escape; you stand by me. You watch over me like my guardian angel. You are the one I need to control the darkness that lurks inside of me." He pauses and reaches into his pants pockets, pulling out a small velvet box, opening it to reveal a beautiful engagement ring. My breath catches as I look down at the ring in his hand, the gold band catching the dim light. Two tiny doves, wings outstretched, frame the diamond in the center, facing each other as if in flight. "Evelyn Black, will you marry me?"
I launch myself off the table, throwing my arms around his neck and tackling him to the ground. "Yes," I cry out loud, my heart doing summersaults, drumming against my chest. His arms wrap around my middle as we lie on the cold muddy ground. "Yes, I'll marry you."
The weight of the moment presses down on me in a wave of emotions that makes it hard to breathe. Tears spill over, followed by a choked laugh, the joyful sound echoing through the otherwise hushed forest. This is the moment I've been dreaming of, but never dared to fully believe would come true. Maybe I will get my white picket fence after all.