"Okay..." My breathing comes in short gasps as the tension heightens; the footsteps are too close, only a few yards away.
I glance behind us, but the shadows are thick, cloaking whoever could be lurking just beyond our sight. Crow's grip tightens, pulling me closer, our bodies entwined in a way that feels impossibly safe, but I can’t shake the tight dread in my stomach.
“What if they—”
“No ‘what ifs,’” he interrupts, his lips a breath away from mine. “Just us.”
“Us,” I repeat, still trembling from the echoes of fear mingled with pleasure.
He thrusts up again, hard and deep, commanding me to keep moving. I groan, a helpless sound spilling forth. I ride him fiercely, igniting the air around us, holding onto that electric connection even as ominous shadows lurk nearby. The intensity and urgency grow, each movement making waves of pleasure ripple through me, drowning out the sounds of the outside world.
“Let go, Whitney,” Crow urges, his voice sharp and laden with desire, a guttural promise that feels like a fucking rope around my unraveling mind, tying me back to him.
And I let go. I let the world outside drift into nothingness and drown in the heated embrace of Crow—letting him consume me completely, allowing the intensity of our forbidden moment to insulate us from everything beyond the darkness. I cling to him as my entire body quivers, my thighs clenching around him in sync with my pussy greedily gripping his cock. I arch my back and force my eyes to stay on his when they only want to close. He brings his hand to my throat and puts the blunt back between my lips, choking me while I try to inhale the smoke through a wave of pleasure as I continue to shower him with my release.
"I'm coming, baby, and I'm going to fucking fill this tight little cunt so my cum will be dripping out of you for days," he grunts,taking the blunt back as he lets go, his cum jetting deep inside of me.
The warmth of his release floods me, filling every crevice as the world around us blurs into insignificance. I lean heavily against him, panting, feeling as if I've shattered into a million pieces, yet somehow, he holds me together. It’s dizzying, euphoric—an escape from everything that had threatened me mere moments ago. But the rustling continues. A nearby branch snaps, louder than before, breaking the spell that wrapped around us. My heart races again, the pulse of panic returning as reality crashes against the edges of our intimate bubble. The moment expands, stretching out as I watch Crow’s expression harden, muscles tensing beneath me.
“Stay,” he commands again softly, and it’s both a request and a challenge. “I need to know you’re here with me, safe.”
His grip on my hips is firm, a reminder of control in a world that feels suddenly precarious. I nod, straddling the raw, primal desire that still lingers and the looming danger inches away. I can see it now, how the shadows shift restlessly, every crackle of leaves echoing through the clearing like a siren's call to instinct.
“Keep your eyes on me, Whitney,” he whispers again, steel underlining his voice. “No matter what happens,” he orders, reaching for his gun again.
Gathering my resolve, I focus solely on his gaze, his dark eyes swirling with intensity—protective, fierce, and now entirely predatory. I want to believe that nothing could threaten the haven we’ve created, fueled by need and desperation. But the instinct to look away, to glance over my shoulder at the encroaching noise, is strong. Again, there’s the shuffle, clearer now, closer still. A figure breaks the boundary of the clearing—someone looming in the shadows. My breath hitches, the air turning electric as Crow's body shifts subtly beneath me,clasping my waist as he readies himself, like a coiled snake waiting to unleash.
“Stay still,” he murmurs against my ear, voice thick with calm resolve. There’s a strength in his presence that infuses me with a sense of power. “I’ll handle this.”
And suddenly, I see it—the unmistakable glint of a blade flashing in the moonlight. A second figure stands beside the first, their silhouettes jagged against the dim background of trees. Tension ripples through the atmosphere, each breath filling with weighty anticipation.
“Who the fuck are you?” Crow's voice booms, firm and low, cutting through the invasive whispers of the night.
The figures remain silent, a sinister kind of curiosity hanging around them like a noose. Then, finally, one of them steps forward, revealing a face obscured by a mask similar to Crow's, with only his mouth visible—yet somehow, it’s less imposing and more erratic in its design.
“We’ve been looking for you,” the stranger calls out, a mocking lilt threading their words. They sound familiar, almost taunting. My heart sinks at the realization that they’ve tracked me.
“For me?” I whisper nervously, confusion mingling with fear.
What could they want from me?
Crow's grip tightens around my waist as he continues to rock me against him, his cock still twitching inside me. “You’re not getting to her. Not now, not ever.”
A slow grin spreads across the masked figure's face, and I feel the weight of fear press down, wrapping itself around my heart like a shackle. But the figures don’t falter, inching forward with a twisted confidence, shadows deepened by the moonlight. The air feels thick, oppressive—a tangible tension that thrums in the silence. My anxiety climbs, reaching a breaking point as I sense how precarious our situation has become. And for the first time since Crow and I started this reckless dance, I feel thevulnerability of my situation seep into my bones. The intensity of his fingers gripping me hasn’t fled—it's a tether binding us together, but with a clear threat on our doorstep, the confidence I had felt earlier slips slightly.
The first man speaks, his tone dripping with derision. “Can you really protect her? Or will you have to choose between her and the life you want?”
I gasp softly, the words weaving fear around my heart. Crow’s eyes glint, his resolve like steel beneath the surface as he locks his gaze on mine—emphatic and unwavering, filled with promise.
“I won’t let anything happen to you, Whitney. You’re my priority, my everything. And I’ll carve a path through fucking hell just to keep you safe.”
His words settle in the air, crackling with a fierce energy as the shadows surrounding us seem to close in yet again to push us deeper into our own dynamic struggle. The figures laugh darkly, their smiles twisted—but I see the cracks in their confidence too.
“Then we’ll see just how far you’re willing to go,” the other one snickers, their eyes narrowing thoughtfully.
With that, they step back, merging once again with the shadows, fading into the dark veil of night as if they’d never existed. My heart pounds heavily, dread pooling in my gut as I watch them vanish, the echo of their laughter lingering in the smoke of our intimacy. Crow's breath is heavy beside me, the air between us thick with uncertainty. A single choice has just unraveled before us, the stakes higher than ever. The storm brewing inside me is palpable, yet it mingles with the heat that still resonates from our moment.
Suddenly not caring if I see, he rips his mask off and quickly slams his mouth on mine, kissing me like never before. He attacks the breath in my lungs, trying to suck it out of me, and I let him.God, do I fucking let him. I kiss him back, letting himhave every last breath I have because when it comes to Crow, I'd happily give him anything, including my very last breath on this earth.
