Page 291 of Once Upon a Fable

“You feel so good,” he grunted, thrusting deeper. “So wet, just like I hoped. Fuck, if you knew how hard I was...”

I arched again as he did something twisty and hard with his touch, making my vision falter. My mind was a mess of sentences and demolished words as I became nothing but his.

His arm caused more water to wave around my chin before rocking to the bottom of the bath and spilling over the lip. He loomed over me, blotting out the sky with his long hair and savage gaze.

I’d never felt so worshiped or so wicked.

He drove up again as his thumb swirled my clit and his fingersdisappeared so deep inside me his entire hand wedged between my legs.

“Are you clean yet?” he groaned. “Clean from me? Clean from what I am?” He drove his fingers harder, massaging me with no shame, no shyness. He didn’t ask what I liked or reined himself back from taking me so fiercely.

He didn’t need to.

I didn’twanthim to.

My body had told him explicitly what it liked, even if my mind hadn’t known until that exact moment.

Itlikedhis violence.

It liked his brutality.

A part of me recoiled from such furious possession. Screams of reasoning and common sense commanded I rip away his hand and snap my legs shut.

But the other part of me, the part that I only allowed out to play when I hung from a boulder—completely on my own and balanced on a handhold between life and death—let loose.

It flew free.

It embraced all my inhibitions and decided, right there and then, that I liked rough. Ilovedhard. I hadn’t known how to verbalize it until now. With all my other romantic partners, I’d believed that boundaries and mutual give and take was the key to an appropriate sexual relationship.

How boring was that?

How tame was that?

This was what was missing.

Hewas what I’d been missing.

I’d been lying to myself.

Pretending I was happy when honestly, I wantedmore.

I was the girl gravity couldn’t see. The girl who made money from nothing. The girl who’d trespassed in a valley and found a beast who spoke to the wilderness that already lived within her.

I was happier in forests with rocks for company.

I embraced my senses to survive and followed in the footsteps of animals whenever I was off filming.

No one knew that.

No one knew I preferred it out there. That I was lonely in my perfect lavender house but out in the woods, I wasn’t alone.

And now, I’d found him.

And I didn’t want to hide that part of myself anymore.

I wanted to let loose.

I wanted him to know he wasn’t the only one with hungry appetites.