Page 24 of Harvest Maze

I wasn’t going to let him win that easily. “Says the man on his knees.”

“Kráska, any man worthy of your goodness ought to be on his knees.”

My plans to tease him, to run away again, fizzled out.

I spun in his hold—which he allowed—and pulled the top of the dress down. The elastic on the shoulders and the lacy bralette made it easy. Cold air crackled across my breasts.

“I’m yours, Demyan.”

Straightening, he barely had to tug me down to bring my breast to his mouth. The mask was hot and rough against my nipple. I steadied myself by grabbing his shoulders. A surge of feeling bloomed in me. It was the magic of the night. The crescent moon hung low in the sky. And a monster knelt before me, worshiping my body.

Pleasure coursed in my veins, heightened by the intangible bond to this man.

It made my pussy pulse, and heat dampened my panties.

“Please, Demyan,” I moaned. “Please—”

I didn’t know what I wanted. Just that I wanted more of him. I wanted everything. Whatever he would give me.

A glide of his tongue, sweeping against my skin through the mask, and then more kisses peppered down my stomach.

There wasn’t enough oxygen to keep my body upright. Why the hell were we in the middle of a field, no bed in sight? I wanted his body to cover mine. To feel the weight of him as he marked me. In fact, I wanted the mask gone. Now! I reached for the balaclava, but he caught my fingers, returning them to his shoulder.

“Please,” I pouted.

His hands and mouth were suddenly gone. “Turn around.”

I moped but there was no choice except to obey. I debated making a break for it. It would serve him right to chase me a bit more!

The soft tear of foil was sharp in the quiet of the night. My pussy clenched, knowing exactly what that sound preceded. Any thought of fleeing vanished, and I stood there, ready for him.

My head spun as his bare lips pressed against my throat. There was no more mask, nothing to stop him from branding me. His teeth scored my skin, and the gentle nip made my breath hitch.

“Feel that? That’s my claim on you,” he growled. “Every time you breathe, you’ll remember who you belong to.”

To be claimed by this man—this monster.

I knew in my heart that it was only the moment we were both caught up in. When we walked away, reality would come crashing back hard. But for a blissful moment, I let myself imagine belonging to him.

I didn’t hate the thought. Not even a little. Not at all.

Those strong hands bent me forward. “Do you think you can stand, kráska?” he rasped. “I don’t want you on the cold ground.”

“We can try,” I panted.

“Good.” He pressed the tip of his cock through the hole in the tights and found my entrance. “Easy now, I don’t want to hurt you.”

For the life of me, I couldn’t fathom why he’d say that.

But it became obvious as he slid into me just a little bit.

Freaking French Toast….

He was huge.

“That’s it, my sweet Ivry. You’re doing so well,” he said, voice tight and strained.

Clearly, he was holding back. I wanted him to unleash himself on me. I pushed back against his shaft, forcing him to slip deeper.