Page 46 of Ravaged By a Devil

Yet underneath the terror, a dark, wicked excitement curls in the pit of my stomach—a dangerous, electric pulse warning me that the chase is over and the predator is about to claim his reward.

Cain doesn't budge an inch under my frantic struggles. He shifts his grip, sliding a hand up my ribcage to pin my arms to my sides, dragging me backward until my spine hits the wide, solid trunk of a massive pine tree.

He shifts his weight, pressing his body flush against mine, trapping me completely between his massive frame and the rough bark. His breathing is steady, a low, hot rumble against my neck.

He leans down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "Your safe word is doll," he whispers, the low order sending a shiver through my entire body. "Use it if you want this to stop."

I freeze against him, my hands clenching into useless fists against his chest. I don't say it. I can't. My chest heaves as I give up the fight, my head falling back against the tree as I breathe hard, gasping for air.

Cain's grip shifts, his hand sliding up to cup my jaw, tilting my head back so I'm forced to look up into the dark, lethal heat of his eyes. A cruel, dark smirk touches his lips as he leans down, his mouth inches from mine.

"Look at you," he rumbles softly. "So fast, so brave... running out into my woods like a little prey. Did you really think you could get away from me, Alexis? Did that pretty little head actually convince you I wouldn't chase you down and take what's mine?"

He presses his thigh right between my legs, pinning me harder against the tree, and a sharp, helpless gasp escapes my throat. The friction sends a searing bolt of heat straight through my core.

Despite the fear, despite the wild chase through the dark, I am completely drenched, my body traitorously slick and throbbing for him.

Every nerve ending is raw, electric, and completely tuned to his touch, my body aching for the very thing I spent the last ten minutes running from.

Cain’s hands slide beneath the hem of my knit top, his warm, rough palms dragging slowly up my ribcage.

"Fuck, Alexis, you are absolute perfection," he rumbles, his voice thick with reverence as he pulls the sweater over my head and tosses it onto the damp leaves.

He slowly strips away the rest of my clothes, his fingers lingering over every inch of exposed skin. Whispers of dark praise tumble from his lips—calling me beautiful, exquisite, his good girl—and with every word, a strange, intoxicating power surges through my veins.

I don't feel vulnerable in the cold night air; I feel completely consumed, held beneath the fierce, blinding light of his absolute focus.

Once I'm completely bare, Cain steps back. His dark eyes drag slowly down my neck, over my flushed chest, down to my trembling thighs, taking in every inch of me. The raw, heavy hunger in his gaze makes my skin burn.

He steps back in, closing the distance instantly, and catches my face in his hands, slamming his mouth over mine.

The kiss is rough, aggressive, and possessive, bruising my lips as he tastes me.

"I've been starving for this," he growls against my mouth, his breath hot and ragged. "Craving you with my entire soul."

He drags his thumb across my lower lip, deepening the kiss until I'm breathless, whimpering into his mouth.

"The night you stripped in my living room," Cain whispers, his deep voice vibrating against my throat, "I wanted to tear you apart, devour you, eat you right there on the floor. But I waited. I was patient. And now... there's no escaping me, doll."

A wave of intense, dizzying heat crashes through me. Looking up into his dark, ruthless face, I realize I would rather die right here in these woods than ever escape him. I want this—I want him—with a desperation that frightens me.

While keeping his mouth locked on mine, Cain unbuckles his leather belt with a sharp clink. He pulls it free, wrapping my wrists behind my back and binding them tight. The leather bites into my skin, securing me completely to his mercy.

He slides his broad hand up, wrapping his heavy fingers around my throat—not choking, but holding me firmly in place with absolute dominance.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow," he growls softly against my ear.

A sharp gasp rips from my throat, my core throbbing violently, completely drenched at his command.

Cain lowers his head, his dark hair brushing my chest as he takes one swollen nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, while his free hand grips the other, pinching and twisting the peak. A searing coil of white-hot pain and sharp, agonizing pleasure explodes behind my eyes, knocking the breath straight out of my lungs.

He lets out a deep, guttural growl like a beast finally feasting on its kill, his mouth relentless against my skin as I arch helplessness into his touch.

"Isn't that what you want, baby?" he rumbles against my slick skin, his teeth lightly grazing the ultra-sensitive peak before dragging up to my ear. "For me to fuck you until you can't walk? That's why you ran, wasn't it? Answer me!"

A helpless whimper breaks from my throat, my head rolling back against the cold bark. "Yes..." I gasp out, my body trembling violently under his command. "Yes, Cain..."

"Fuck," he growls, his broad chest heaving as his breathing goes completely ragged. "I can't wait anymore. I need you right now."