For the first time since I got here, my dreams are salacious and lewd, every one of them involving Harper. On her knees, sucking me off while I choke her, tied to one of the trees while I whip her perfect ass, spread face down on the beach while I take her from behind.
I wake up with a raging hard-on and groan. Was I that sex-deprived that having a pretty woman this close to me affects me this deeply? I try not to fidget because I don’t want to wake her.
“Can’t sleep?” she whispers. It’s still the middle of the night. Her voice is soft and raspy in the quiet coolness of the cave.
“I’m fine,” I lie. “Go back to sleep.”
“Can’t sleep either. You must’ve done something to my psyche or something, because I’m having one sex dream after another.”
I can’t help but smile.
“Is that right?”
Her hand travels down the length of my chest to my cock. I groan when she rubs me straight through my jeans.
“Fuck,” I growl, reaching for her breasts and cupping them in my hands. “Stop that.”
“Don’t have to get up for work tomorrow,” she murmurs. “Might as well—”
But I stay her wrist with one hand and smack her ass with the other. I’m not fucking around with her doing what I tell her.
“Get some sleep.”
She rubs her ass and rolls, snuggling back up against my chest.
“If you say so.”
“I say so.”
Soon, she’s gently snoring again, and I can’t seem to get comfortable, not with this beautiful woman pressed up to my crotch. After a long time, I finally fall into a fitful sleep. When I wake with a start hours later, the pink rays of dawn filter through the entrance to the cave.
Harper is still on me, but her leg is hitched up on mine, her arm strewn possessively around my chest. Well hello, Sleeping Beauty.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Her dress has risen up, revealing her perfect, shapely legs, and the very edge of the pretty pink panties she’s still wearing. Her feet are bare, her useless sandals long forgotten. I stare at every inch of her, from her full breasts pulled up to my chest to her bright red toenails.
Fuck her.
The impulse is so insistent and powerful, I feel momentarily out of control. I blink in surprise. This is really fucking weird.
I swallow and gently shift so that I can stretch, but when I do, Harper wakes.
She blinks, looks around the cave, then sighs and buries her head on my chest again.
“Oh, this isn’t awkward at all,” she says.
“What?” I ask, running my hand down the back of her head, untangling the mass of waves. I continue until I reach her ass and give one of her cheeks a little squeeze.
“Morning breath. Waking up with your hard-on pressed up to me. Lying on the chest of a man I hardly know, in a cave in the middle of nowhere.”
“Could be worse,” I muse.
“Yeah?”
Fuck her.
The insistent voice in my head speaks again, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m rolling until I’ve got her pinned beneath me on the cave floor. My growls echo in the cave, but I can’t seem to stop myself. I have to have her, and now. Her eyes are round and wide with fear. I’m the hunter, and she knows she can’t get away. I can feel her racing pulse with her wrists in my grip, hear her ragged breath, and smell the provocative scent of her arousal. My need to fuck her trumps all else.
I transfer her wrists to one hand while I rake her dress up with the other. When she tilts her head back, and I get a view of the delicate skin at her neck, I lean down and sink my teeth into her. She’s sweet and salty and it makes her squirm deliciously beneath me. I rock my hips against her sweet body while I suckle the abused flesh between my lips.
I’m vividly aware of how fragile she is. How easily I could hurt her. I frame her body beneath mine as I lick and bite my way down to her belly.
“Cy,” she moans, but I only growl in response. The need to fuck her permeates every pore of my body, every thought in my mind, my instincts fully trained on fucking this woman until she screams for mercy. I managed to tame my need to fuck her last night, but now I’ve lost all self-control.
I unzip my pants, grab my cock, spread her legs, and thrust so hard she screams, but as I sink into her hot, slick pussy, her screams grow hoarse. I silence her with my mouth on hers, gentle at first, then a rougher clash of teeth and lips. I bite her lip and her tongue touches mine, pulling away at the faint coppery taste of blood, my growl deepening. When I release her wrists, she throws her arms around my neck, pumping her own hips as I fuck her hard. Her nails scrape my back, and I slam my palm on her thigh, the impact stinging my hand. She whimpers and moans but submits.