Marrow

A whimper leaves my lips as Jack’s touch withdraws, a sound that turns to one of need when I hear his belt buckle open and his zipper lower. “Why don’t you find out?”

Jack traces my hip and releases my belt and the button of my hiking pants, and then he’s pulling them down with rough and impatient tugs. In another heartbeat, the stud on the head of his cock is pressed to my entrance and he enters me with a single, brutal thrust. “Just as I suspected. Fucking soaked.”

“Only because you were watching,” I whisper as he withdraws to the crown and slams to the hilt, his arm catching around my waist as he pitches me forward onto my hands. My fingers dig into the damp earth and Jack grips the flesh of my hips and thrusts, one pounding hit after the next, every stroke a long glide of his cock so that I feel each rung of the ladder of studs trailing the underside of his erection. The curved bar at the head of his cock ignites every nerve and deep need and dark fantasy. Jack’s fingers circle my clit and tease, pressing and withdrawing to a touch that’s feather-light, drawing out every moan. But it’s his words that truly push me to the edge.

“Look at what you’ve done,” he says as he leans forward to graze his lips against my ear, his powerful body covering mine. The cadence of his strokes is unbroken. “A bear trap around his leg. An arrow in his ass. Blood everywhere. What do you feel about the life you just took?”

“Satisfaction…” I grit out through the rapture of every punishing thrust. “I feel… satisfaction.”

“What else? You’re holding back, Kyrie.”

Jack’s hand wraps around my throat and I swallow. My heart drums against his palm. For the first time, I realize the danger I’m in. Every scrap of evidence I have on Jack is right here in this cabin. There’s half a body in my freezer. I’ve just killed a man. And now all Jack has to do is squeeze, and I would be powerless to stop him from ending everything and walking away.

It’s exhilarating.

My impending release starts unraveling in my core, my deepest muscles tensing, my nerves lighting like exploding stars. “I feel indomitable… Immortal. Like a person who deserves to be feared.”

Jack hums his approval against my ear. His strokes slow to long, smooth glides of his cock. He’s keeping me on the edge of an orgasm that’s ready to burst through every cell of my body. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than your smile when you hauled Colby back from the path. And I’ve never wanted to kill anyone so desperately as when I thought he might hurt you when he fought back. But you are right, lille mejer. You are indomitable. You are both the warmth of the sun and the destruction of its consuming fire,” he says, releasing my throat as he buries his cock as deep into my pussy as he can, until I’m not sure where he ends and I begin. Jack presses to my clit and I moan his name like a prayer. “And it’s my touch that makes you tremble. My mouth on your pussy that makes you beg. My cock buried in your cunt that makes you moan. My cum that will be dripping down your legs. Tell me I’m the only one you want. The only one who can stand in your flame as you burn down the world.”

Jack’s words settle in my chest like falling snow. I feel their crystalline touch as they cool the darkness of my deepest fears.

“It will only ever be you, Jack,” I whisper. “No matter where you go or what you do. You’re the only one I want.”

There’s a moment of stillness. I can hear every rustle of the breeze through the curled leaves that cling to the branches reaching above us. I could count every beat of my cracking heart.

When the moment passes, the rhythm of Jack’s thrusts resumes. It’s a cadence that feels desperate, filled with need, like all the things we can’t say to one another push us to the edge of an abyss. His fingers swirl over my clit, his touch slick with my arousal, his other hand gripping to my shoulder for leverage as he fucks me with brutal strength.

“You shred every ounce of my control,” Jack grits out behind me, easing off on my clit when he feels my cha

Unsteady breaths burn in my chest as he thrusts without mercy, just the way I want him to. “I…don’t think…I ever would,” I say, lifting one hand from the earth just long enough to grasp Jack’s forearm in a wordless plea for friction. He presses my clit in sweeping circles and I moan, steadying myself once more as the world seems to spin around me. My pussy tightens around every deep thrust and I come, release washing over me as I cry out Jack’s name.

Jack slows only for a moment, his touch lightening as he guides me through every second of ecstasy. When I’m ready to collapse in a boneless heap of flesh on the cold ground, the long, rocking strokes resume, a cadence building.

“You don’t think you ever would beg me to stop making you come, hmm?” Jack whispers close to my ear, his voice a dark and seductive weapon all of its own. “Were you issuing a challenge, Dr. Roth? It almost sounded like it…”

Oh my God.

I’m trying to put together some kind of coherent response, but words don’t want to form sentences on my tongue, especially not when Jack’s rough palm glides across my ass cheek in a warm caress.

“I asked you a question, Dr. Roth. But if you’re not going to answer,” he says as his palm leaves my skin, “I’ll happily redden your perfect ass until you do.”

A hard slap smacks my skin and I lurch forward with a yelp that dissolves into a quiet moan. Jack’s hand smooths the burn in my flesh as he glides within me.

“Still no answer?”

I bite my lip, my nails digging into the earth as I shake my head.

Another slap hits my ass and I cry out as my pussy tightens around Jack’s thrusting cock. An ache builds deep in my core. More. I want more. More and more until I can’t even think about begging, until I’m mindless and the only thing that exists is me and Jack. Until the whole world disappears.

Jack leans back, his rhythm steady as he grips my waist with one hand.

“I have been so looking forward to seeing your skin such a pretty shade of red.”

There are more slaps, their sting eased by Jack’s caress, the pain indistinguishable from the pleasure of his deep strokes. Whatever the question was, it’s long forgotten as he fucks me, filling me with his length. My pussy is swollen with aching need, my flesh burning beneath his palm. Jack keeps me on the very edge of coming apart, sometimes breaking from the impact to swirl a gentle touch across my clit before returning to deliver another slap to my ass.

At some point my moans form a single word: please.

For a heartbeat, Jack’s strokes slow as he glides his palm over my stinging skin.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything as sweet as your begging, petal. Do it again.”

I give Jack exactly what he wants.

As a string of pleas tumble from my lips. I beg for him to take me to the edge and push me over. I beg for him to tear me apart. For him to fill me until I’m dripping with his cum.

A feral growl fills the clearing as Jack rails me with punishing strokes. My fingers clutch the clumps of grass. Stars shatter across my vision. My head fills with heartbeats. Jack comes a moment later, his thick and studded length pushed as deep as he can manage, his cock pulsing as he spills into me.

The world is deafened by pressure and heartbeats and ragged breaths. And Jack stays there for a long time as we catch our breath, not slipping away until a sudden chill makes me shudder. When he’s pulled his briefs and pants up, Jack hauls me to my feet.

“I’m a bit of a mess,” I say, looking at the mud and grass stains on my palms, dirt caked beneath my nails.

“I like you this way,” Jack replies as he kneels before me to pull my panties up. He stalls as our cum drips down my i