The stag hunt with the scarlet heart

Chapter 19 "It was my secret to tell..."

The light coming through the open window gives off a faint glow, maybe it's the streetlamps or the moon, drawing an outline throughout the room and making the silhouette glow. I look up, and his muscular back is exposed to me, I can make out the relief, the way his ribs frame his breaths.

I stand up, unable to take my eyes off his ass. Of his body. I don't see any signs of him dying of cold, when I get out of my warm sheets my body starts to shiver, he's so lost in thought he doesn't notice I'm awake until I wrap my arms around his rib cage.

"Aren't you cold?" I ask against the back of his neck, his hair tickling my nose. He holds my hand and presses my chest against his back.

He shakes his head in response to my question and looks beyond the trees. I want to ask him what is on his mind, but my hands move slowly from his abs to the V marked on his waistband. I gently touch the little hairs that lead me to his crotch, my nails feeling their way down the waistband of his pajama bottoms, playing with the elastic until his grunt sends vibrations straight to my groin. I bite my lip.

"Don't start what you can't finish." He growls in a harsh voice that pierces my chest.

"What made you think that can't?" I slide with his arms around my waist and lean against the window door, facing him, frowning down at my nipples that want to pierce the little lace robe that barely reaches my thighs and which I don't remember wearing.

"I can't take you out of my head lately. I can't concentrate a shit... what are you doing to me?" He demanded with hunger in his eyes.

Cold sweat ran down the curve of my spine, making it hard for me to breathe. He didn't give me time to react when his lips were on mine, consuming me, taking everything. He lifted me up and made my legs wrap around him, everything spinning for me, but with his tongue playing with mine I didn't feel as he gently let me fall back onto the bed, his lips still on mine as he positioned himself just above me and moved his hips, a whimper escaped me.

"Shit, you're so beautiful." He bit my lower lip as he pulled his pants down, his erection released and pointing right at me. He repositioned himself between my legs. I looked down and saw his naked member against my skin, the thrust of it, the tight squeeze of his abs, his hands on my hips, and the burn in his eyes as I moaned his name. "Do you have any idea how many times I've thought about being with you?" A rhetorical question, I suppose, because his kiss that immediately follows prevents me from answering.

That look makes me think of him, thickening, getting harder and harder as his hard ridge now presses against the fabric of my underwear. I lean my hips forward and let out a sigh of pleasure as my legs almost buckle.

"I need you." I let out.

"I'll take you in every position I've ever imagined us in." His words come out between exaggerated breaths as he pulls down my panties and settles at my slit, again earning my moan for feeling him bare.

What in the ever-damned-fucking-fucked-hell was that?

I was trying to recover from that damn dream when Callum came in asking Autumn to accompany him to go climbing as he had planned to go with some friends, but he had been dumped, and I had told him that she wanted to do it, she could only shake her head up and down and then run up the stairs, he just gave me a smile while stealing a few sips of my coffee.

"Don't miss me much, little one"

"Have you seen my size? I could never be considered small." He just smiled. I wonder what he sees in me as small, I love chocolate and I work out, but I'm not exactly small.

"You feel small..." just raised an eyebrow. He lifted his body over mine, which was flattened on the stool. "Compared to me."

"Everyone is." I rolled my eyes.