“So what does that make you?” Her teeth chatter as another crisp breeze wafts between us.
I chuckle. “Not animal or human. Neither gods nor saints. We, my lovely little doe, are something else. Something dark and ancient and full of fury. We take what we want because we can.”
“Kill me.Please. Or I shall find a way to do it myself.” She tilts her chin up in an effort to look brave.
I place my hands on her hips and pull her toward me. My cock hardens against her belly. “No. Sliding into your tight little cunt sounds more enjoyable.”
She pushes against me, squirming as I tighten my grip. “No. I will not give you what you want.”
Oh, sweet, fragile beauty. I kiss the top of her forehead. “I’m not asking.” The more she struggles against me, the harder I get. I sense the others are close, watching, aroused, waiting for their turn. But we will take her innocence together after we’ve each had our fun opening her up.
Imogen whimpers as I lower my hands to her bottom. I caress her ass through the thin fabric, slowly bunching it as I lift it up. “Your beauty shatters me,” I whisper.
She looks up at me, her eyelids fluttering. “And what of my village? My sister? If you don’t kill me, they’ll send her in my place.”
Her naivete is endearing. I squeeze the backs of her thighs. A smile forms on my lips as I heed the quickness of her breath. “They will never know, sweet one. You belong to the Four Horsemen now… ours to defile for eternity. Isn’t that better than perishing?”
Tears well in her eyes, but her gaze is full of venom. “I will never want these vile things that you taunt me with.”
I scoop her up from her bottom, forcing her to wrap her legs around my waist. “I think you already are.”
The fire has warmed the furs I’ve laid out. I set her down on them and kneel between her thighs. I’m entranced as the flames cast an ethereal glow across her rosy skin, its reflection flickering in her pale blue eyes. It matches the base of the flame. The rest of the cave is dark, however, except for this beacon of light around us.This sacred circle I will claim her in.
She shivers despite the heat, her teeth chattering, fingers trembling at her sides. “You can take my body, but you cannot have my soul.”
Hmm. An interesting challenge. “Let’s get you out of these wet clothes.” Without waiting for permission, I tear her white cotton dress down the middle.
She shrieks and wraps her arms around her naked body. “You’re a heathen!”
I smile as I remove my shirt, relishing the way her eyes widen at the sight of my corded muscles. Her gaze flits between each ancient mark engraved in my flesh, from my broad shoulders all the way down to the washboard of my belly.
“Move your hands, or I will tie them behind your back.”
“I hate you.” Tears stream down her flushed cheeks. Slowly, she falters, her hands dropping to her sides.
I draw in a sharp breath at the sight of her pink nipples darkening to a deep shade of red. Her arousal pleases me,making my cock swell like a young man who’s getting an erection for the first time. “Your tongue is a liar,” I rasp.
Her skin is milky, creamy, unmarred except for the crescent-shaped birthmark on her right inner thigh. I run my finger over it before turning my gaze to the lush apex between her legs. Her folds are slick, glistening. My jaw tingles, my glands watering as I salivate over this untouched wilderness. “But your body, dear gods… your body speaks your truth.”
Imogen lies frozen, unmoving. “Get on with it then. Have your way with me if that’s what will make you happy.”
I smirk, lower my head, and plant a soft kiss on her birthmark. “Watching you unravel is going to be my new favorite sport.”
Her belly spasms as I plant another kiss higher up on her leg. I study her every move—the way her breath quickens, the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the quivering of her flesh as I inch my lips up higher. And higher still until I’m nestled into the crook of her thigh. That delicate spot between anticipation and pleasure.
“You’re wrong,” she says on a breath. “I will not unravel for—”
I dip my tongue inside her pussy and moan as her back arches away from the fur blanket. Her mouth parts, forming an O. I spread her open with my fingers and slide in deeper, humming as her sweet essence fills my mouth.Dear gods…
She bites her lip to stifle a moan, but it’s too late. I hear it clawing up her throat. I draw out and run the tip of my tongue up her slit until I find her virgin nub. I take it between my teeth, applying slight pressure while using my lips to suction it.A gentle preview before I destroy her.
She jerks her hips and grabs a fistful of fur in each of her palms. “No… how dare you?”
I release it with a pop and lick around her throbbing bulb, teasingly. “What were you saying aboutnotunraveling?”
Her face turns a shade of red so bright, it matches her swollen nipples.
Ilook up at the cave ceiling, unable to think rational thoughts. I’ve touched myself before. What girl hasn’t? This is different. It’s intrusive and violating, and yet with his soft tongue, he intrinsically knows the way around my entrance like he’s been there a thousand times before.
