Page 107 of Half the Summer's Night

“I love when you beg like that.” Rowan shifts around behind me, arranging his cock at my entrance. I spread my legs and lift my ass in anticipation.

He shoves in with one thrust, and I cry out again, digging my hands into the dirt.

“Fuck, I’ll never get tired of that,” he gasps. It doesn’t sound like he’s talking to me but to the dark, sweeping night. The night that brought us together.

He braces his arms on the ground beside me as he starts to rock into my cunt, slow and teasing. I push up on my elbows so I can rock back into him, matching his rhythm. The old, mossy gravestones rise around us, shielding us from anyone driving by on Hatch Street. And I don’t care that it’s cold and damp andwindy. This is exactly where I want my killer to fuck me—in the dark, surrounded by the dead.

His thrusts quicken. So does his breath, hot against the top of my back. I bite my lip, trying to stop my moans and failing. They fall out of my mouth like flower petals, small and inconsequential. But his thick cock is striking against my G-spot, pulling the pleasure out of my body.

“You’re going to come for me,” he pants, lowering himself down on top of me so he can kiss the back of my neck between words. “I can feel it.”

“Tell me,” I pant out.

“Your heart’s already racing,” he purrs. “All the blood is going to your cunt.”

I fuck back on him harder.

“I can smell your arousal,” he continues, brushing his lips over my upper back. “Sweet as orchids. It changes right before you come.”

I squeeze the dirt and clench my pussy around his cock. I’m right on the edge, all my muscles squeezing up tight.

“That scent,” he purrs. “The scent of you coming? It’s my favorite fucking smell in the whole world. It’s like lemon and lilies and death all wrapped up together.”

I groan, loud enough that someone could hear. I don’t care. Rowan thrusts harder.

“I can smell it now,” he whispers into my ear. “You’re on your way, little detective.”

My orgasm hits me in waves. I scream into the grass, bucking up against Rowan as pleasure surges through me like a rip tide, threatening to drag me away. But Rowan pins me to the ground, still fucking me, dragging the orgasm out until I think it won’t ever end.

“Perfect,” he sighs, riding me harder. He squeezes my waist, holding me down. “You’re so fucking perfect, Abi.”

Then his hips shudder and still, and I whimper as I feel a surge of hot seed inside me. He slumps down on top of me and kisses his way until he finds my mouth. It’s awkward, twisting around like this, but I like it, too. I like his weight on top of me, pressing me into the ground. It makes me feel safe.

“Thank you,” I whisper into his kiss.

Rowan rolls me over, then presses himself on top of my body, still pinning me down. His eyes search mine. They always seem bright in the dark. Predator’s eyes.

“You don’t ever have to thank me for that,” he says.

Then he kisses me, his hand tangling up in my hair. I wrap my legs around his hips, holding him against me.

The wind blows through the cemetery. The night drapes over us like a blanket. And this is the only place I ever want to be.

The End