Page 225 of Evil Hearts

Chapter Four

H e knelt at her side and inhaled her. He smelled the days and the injuries on her, but underneath was that sweetness and feminine scent had found on her the day he brought her to the cave. He pressed his nose against her thigh gently, a slight touch that she could have thought was a passing bug had she not felt the heat of him.

She was so cold she almost didn’t care that she was being held captive. Her leg ached, and she was honestly amazed that it wasn’t hot with infection. Whatever compress Madoc used was working. She knew he was there, knew he was sniffing her. And she felt the soft thick hair on his arms as he brushed against her.

What the actual fuck ? Nora asked herself. He really did have fur!

Of all the things to do to a captive prisoner in the dark this fur-covered man was SNIFFING her. I must reek , she thought, but he didn’t seem to mind. His hand settled between her knees and as he breathed her in, he began sliding upwards, ever so slowly.

“I know you are awake, my Nora,” he whispered, his hand advancing slowly toward her core. She tensed, both in fear and anticipation.

He suddenly reached under her below the swell of her ass and at her shoulders, and scooped her over to the edge of the hammock, and slid in behind her. She cried out in pain. “Sssssshhhh,” he soothed her. “Nothing else has to hurt. I do not want to cause you more pain.”

Madoc reached around and squeezed her pussy through her shorts as his lips nuzzled soft words against her ear. His beard and mustache scruffed against her chilled skin, but the feel of his chest is what froze her. He was covered in hair. And not just soft hair, it was fur soft, like puppy velvet soft. She hadn’t imagined it. Nora didn’t think that she had ever heard of somebody covered with so much hair that it felt like fur.

But with Madoc spooning her, she felt warm for the first time since she’d woken up in the dark, and she knew with absolute certainty that her traitorous body would give in to Madoc. She did not want to, but her body had other ideas. The heat of his breath on her, the heat of him against her, holding her, and the hardness of his cock against her ass felt amazing. But what did her in was the sensation that she was being held by the softest blanket she’d ever felt. It was all too much.

Nora rolled her hips into his and he groaned. She arched her neck, and he wrapped his mouth around her pulse and sucked deeply. One hand massaged her through her pants, and the other reached under her shirt and groped for a nipple.

She did not understand why her body was responding to this man so strongly. The more he touched her, the wetter she got. And all the man was doing was touching and smelling.

His hands slid up her ample belly and lifted her bra up and over her breasts. They both groaned as her heavy globes fell into Madoc’s hands. His thumbs found her nipples and ran tight circles around them. He pushed his hard cock into the crack of her ass and she groaned at the size of him, only partly thankful that she was still dressed.

He nuzzled her neck as she arched into him and Nora leaned her head in an invitation to his mouth. She wanted his mouth on her, his warmth any way she could get it. The feeling of his so- soft fur against her back was wearing down her defenses. She did not want to have sex with this man, but her body seemed to be making its own decisions.

He sucked down on her pulse, nipped with his teeth, and moved up her throat, and then eased back down her neck to her collar bones, kissing and nibbling, all the while, still caressing her sensitive breasts and her pussy as they ground into each other.

His hands slipped below her breasts and lifted their weight in his hands, squeezing and caressing them hard, almost to the point of pain. Somehow, Madoc knew just when she was about to cry out in pain and stopped just short. She moaned, and he nuzzled her head back to claim her mouth. Their tongues clashed; his with need and ownership, hers with longing and desire, and still, the fear, the sensation of his beard tickling her chest and chafing her face.

His hands slid down her hips and pushed her shorts down to explore more of her, wanting to delve into her core and taste her, touch her. Both hands reached between her legs pulling her shorts off her good leg, and spreading them. Nora lifted her uninjured leg and placed it over Madoc’s to give him easier access to her. What the hell she thought she was doing she didn’t know and had given up caring about. She wanted him. She reached up to caress his face, to explore it, and Madoc quickly reached up and pushed her hand away. She tried again, and he squeezed her hand in warning, placing it behind his head.

All she could do now was feel. She gripped a handful of his hair and held onto him as his lips and teeth feasted on her neck, his hands on her breasts. She knew the release she was chasing would help ease the tension and the ache her whole body felt. This man heated her in ways she hadn’t ever felt, and she did not want to stop.

Madoc slid a hand down her belly, and a finger over her clit. She gasped and thrust into his hand, her body begging for what her voice would not. She knew she was in no position to truly consent, but her vagina—hell, her entire body—simply did not care. She couldn’t see him. Had no idea who he was, what he looked like, but in this moment, she only wanted his hot mouth on hers and his calloused hands on her most tender parts.

She slid her hand behind her and felt for his cock. He was already naked which told Nora that he had been planning to take her no matter what she said or did. Nora’s body was screaming yes, even though a small corner of her mind was still whispering no. She grasped his hard length in her hand and pulled at the silky soft skin. He bit down on her collarbone and groaned his appreciation. “Nora, we must join. Soon.”

“It’s not permanent Madoc,” she panted. “But I want you. Fuck me, please, Madoc. Fuck me.”

He grabbed around the hand she was holding him with and showed her what he wanted. Soft, firm strokes, up and down, with just a hint of a twist. “I must take you soon, or I will not last. Please do not fight.”

Nora’s conscience was at war. This man was giving her no choice, but in that lack of choice, Nora had found pleasure she’d never felt. The soft heat of him, the strength of his hands and body, and the intensity of mouth were like nothing she’d ever felt. Was it the lack of light? The mystery of who he might be? What he might be? What he looked like? She just knew that in this dark cold place, she’d found a heat and a pleasure she’d never known. It was the ultimate blindfold.

“Oh God.” She knew it was wrong, but she wanted him, wanted him to fill her, to take her, to force her into submission. It was something she’d never wanted before—this twisted rape fantasy come to life, but now that it was all she had, she wanted it more than anything. “Please Madoc,” she breathed in a soft sob. “Please.”

Not knowing if she was asking for him to stop or for him to continue, Madoc took his cock and ran it up and down her soaked slit. Without pausing, he slammed into her, stretching her and filling her. She cried out in sweet agony. She wasn’t a virgin, but nor was she getting laid on the regular. It had been a while, and she hadn’t been fully prepared for him to take her. Now that he had, she understood why some women liked pain mixed with their pleasure. That stretch burned as much as it ached with pleasure. Her pussy was alive in a way it never had been. She started to meet his thrusts, slamming her hips into his as he bottomed out with each push of his hips.

One hand slid up her neck and Madoc shoved his fingers into her mouth, and she sucked with each thrust. His other hand rubbed her clit, teasing that sensitive nub with each hard thrust. Nora had never felt such pleasure. Her entire body burned with the fire of his touch.

As she felt her climax approach, she tried to cry out, but Madoc covered her mouth.

“Shhhh my Nora, make no sound.”

“I can’t…. I can’t hold it in,” she panted.

“Then I shall hold it for you.”

Madoc’s hand shoved her mouth shut, and gripped her neck, cutting off most of her air flow. As the tension in her body rose, she tried to stay quiet but couldn’t, and the more she struggled to cry out, the tighter he squeezed. As her orgasm froze her body, she was just at the edge of consciousness, and it was the most amazing thing she had ever felt. Nora’s body throbbed with release and her lungs refilled. The fresh oxygen spread like lightning along her convulsing muscles. It was an orgasm like no other.

Madoc’s body matched hers, and as he came, he growled a guttural groan that Nora felt throughout her whole body, but mostly at the point where his teeth were buried in her shoulder.