"I don't want to play games. I … I need air," Sierra told him as his hand moved to the handle.
"Where are you going?" he demanded, all seduction leaving his tone.
"Wherever I feel like," Sierra snapped. Exhilaration filled her as she realized he was the first man she'd ever so openly defied.
"You're not leaving. We haven't finished this," he said, his voice oddly calm, though the anger fueled his words.
"You can't stop me."
"Sierra, I swear if you run off – " He suddenly stopped as if trying to compose himself.
Sierra felt a twinge of alarm at the implied threat of his command. Old habits die hard. If she'd ever argued like this with her father, he would've beaten her to a pulp. She knew Damien wouldn't hit her – she didn't know how she knew, but she just did.
Sierra didn't give him a chance to finish the rest of his statement. She opened the door and jumped from the car. Not taking any chances, she started running toward the trailhead straight ahead.
For a few brief moments she thought she'd actually achieved her goal – that she'd gotten away. At least she did until she heard footsteps quickly approaching from behind only seconds before Damien's hand snagged her around the waist and lifted her in the air.
She thought about crying out, but she didn't have a chance. Within seconds she was cradled against his chest and his mouth descended.
She didn't even have time to take a breath of air before his mouth sucked all protests away. He kissed her long and hard, his tongue quickly slipping inside her mouth and tangling with hers. She felt the movement from Damien's footsteps, knowing he was going somewhere but she was lost in the moment and couldn't focus on anything else but being in his arms again.
"You make me burn. One minute I want to throttle you, and then the next I want to make you submit to me. Just remember, Sierra, I love a good chase. You can run from me anytime you want, because I'll always catch you. Lucky for you, the punishment will be mutually satisfying," Damien said with a wicked gleam in his eye before he set her down and gripped her blouse.
Her cotton shirt went flying behind her seconds before she felt the clasp of her bra unhook inviting the cool evening air to touch her exposed ni**les.
She looked around in panic, afraid someone was going to walk by at any moment. She realized they were in the middle of the brush and she was sitting on a large fallen tree. As the sun started dropping in the sky, vibrant colors casting shadows across Damien's now naked chest, desire consumed her.
She should refuse him, not allow him to cart her off into the woods and ravish her body. As his face descended and his mouth grasped her nipple, all thoughts of fleeing evaporated. She groaned as he sucked her sensitive tip into his mouth and washed it with his tongue.
"Yes, this is what I need," he cried as he lifted his head and moved to her other breast. He sucked her nipple deep inside his mouth before lightly clamping his teeth down, causing a surge of wetness to soak her panties.
"Please, just take me, Damien," she begged as her thighs opened, her body instinctively knowing what she needed.
His hands drifted to her pants, and he quickly undid them, stripping her naked in seconds before laying her down on the moss covered log. The coolness of the moss felt incredible as her body went up in flames.
He quickly stripped his own clothes, his erection standing proudly in front of her. With no thought but a need to taste him, Sierra reached out and gripped his silken rod.
Before he could protest, she wrapped her lips around him, tasting the salty desire on the solid tip of his shaft.
Damien groaned as he reached down and pushed her legs apart as he skimmed his fingers across her swollen folds. She cried out around the fullness of his arousal. He knew how to make her lose her mind with nothing more than a few brushes of his hand.
Within a minute, Sierra exploded, her mouth clamping tightly around his solid shaft, her body a trembling mess as she shattered repeatedly. He pulled from her before she could hurt him and she gasped as she pled for mercy.
"No more," she begged, the pleasure so intense it almost hurt.
"Oh, Sierra, there's plenty more," he growled as he stood, lifting her easily in his arms. He set her on a higher log, perfectly aligning her heat with his swollen manhood.
"Yes, I want you in me," she said as he pushed against her. This is what she needed. His hands ran up her sides, his fingers skimming her quivering flesh as he rubbed his arousal against the outside of her heat, making her want to scream.
"Now, Damien. Take me now," she commanded him as she gripped his head and pulled him closer to her. She was through playing. She wanted his body buried in hers.