Chapter 6

The forest was alive with the sound of their pursuit, the rain a relentless drummer on the canopy above.

Rational thinking was long gone.

He was all raw instinct at that moment, his primal hunger pushing him on.

Mine.

He followed her trail, a broken branch here, a trampled fern there, the scent of her filling his senses, guiding him through the darkness.

The icy rain bit into his flesh, but he barely felt it; branches tore at his clothes, yet he didn’t care. Almost there.

His world had shrunk to the chase, to the hunt. The ground beneath his feet was just a blur, disappearing in his relentless pursuit.

The glimpses of golden hair flashing through the trees, the intoxicating scent of his prey growing stronger with every stride. She can’t escape. He vaulted over a fallen log, his muscles burning, his lungs aching, but he didn’t care.

He was close, so damn close...

Soon, his relentless chase bore fruit as Katrina’s form grew nearer, almost within reach. With a burst of speed, Mark tackled her from behind, sending them crashing down onto the wet ground, gasping for air.

They rolled, a chaotic dance of limbs and gasping breaths.

She twisted, her hand lashing out, aiming for his face, but he caught her wrist, pinning it above her head. Not so fast.

He straddled her, his weight a welcome pressure on her thrashing form.

She kept thrashing, trying to throw him off, her legs kicking, her free hand slapping at his chest, her nails raking across his skin, but he didn’t flinch.

Her struggles were fierce, her body twisting under him, trying to buck him off. But as their eyes locked, something shifted. Her resistance was still there, but it was changing, morphing into something else.

Mark, looking down at her, felt an overwhelming possessiveness.

Her free hand struck out, connecting with his cheek in a sharp slap, but he caught that wrist too, subduing it with equal resolve.

He crashed his mouth onto hers, not with gentleness but with a hunger that sought to devour.

She tried to turn her head, to push him away, but he held her fast, his tongue invading her mouth, tasting her, claiming her.

Katrina fought against the kiss, her body writhing beneath him, but soon her resistance melted away. Her lips softened, growing pliant, her tongue hesitantly intertwining with his, becoming less of a struggle and more of a ... dance.

The kiss was hot, spicy with the taste of rain and earth, their breaths mingling in a shared gasp.

Mark’s body pressed down onto hers, his weight a comforting cage. All thoughts of fighting evaporated from Katrina; the overwhelming need to connect, to give in to this claiming.

She could only surrender to the rough, conquering embrace, her own need rising to meet his, matching his ferocity with her own. He took, and she gave, their bodies speaking a language older than words, a primal exchange that neither could deny.

The rain pounded around them, the world fading into a mere backdrop.

Their bodies, slick with the downpour, moved in a dance of profane union, each touch, each movement screaming out their insatiable hunger.

Katrina nipped at his lips, tasting the tang of vitae as she surrendered completely to his conquering onslaught.

It seemed only to spur Mark on further, a growl escaping him as he tilted his head to deepen the embrace, the taste of his own blood, metallic and bitter, shared between them.

He licked the wound she’d inflicted, a fleeting shred of his former self surfacing. She’s wild.

“D-do you ... want me to ... stop?” he asked releasing her wrists.

Katrina seemed incapable of rational thought, her mind a haze of desire and conquest.

“No...”

She grabbed the collar of his shirt, ripping it open, the fabric tearing, the buttons scattering.

“You hunted me down didn’t you?” She rasped, spreading her legs invitingly. “Now lay your claim.”

Mark’s small sense of common sense, momentarily regained, vanished once more. Every single thought was washed away by the flood of primal need.

He leaned in, taking her lips again with a ferocity that was both rough and demanding.

The kiss was almost violent, bruising, and devouring, as he demanded everything from her in that single gesture.

His hands roamed greedily over her body, grasping her full breasts and squeezing roughly.

She cried out sharply as he groped and toyed with the yielding flesh, nails raking against sensitive skin.

He lowered his head, his tongue swirling around one nipple, then the other.

“Yesssss!”

Her body thrashed so violently he had to pin her down, one hand catching her wrists and pinning them over her head, the other continuing its assault on her breasts.

”Aghhhh...”

Katrina could only whimper and buck against his onslaught, drunk on the heady combination of exquisite pleasure and delicious torment.

TAKE HER ... TAKE HER ... TAKE HER...

He needed to be inside her, to fuck her raw, to fill her up. There was no other desire, no thought to stop himself.

Quickly, Mark removed his trousers, his cock hard as a rod, having been like that for some time now. He grabbed her legs, yanking them apart with a force that spoke of his intense need.

The pressure built as he pressed his hips toward hers, and she arched her back, letting out a small mewling sound. It built, and built—and seemed just as impossible as she thought—until he was there.

With one hard thrust, he buried himself deep inside her.

“Fuckkkkk...” She wailed, her body convulsing around him.

Mark groaned, his own pleasure a tidal wave that threatened to consume him. He buried his face in her neck, his body shuddering as he felt her tight pussy gripping him. She’s so fucking tight.

“Oh god ... you’re sooo big ... Ughhhh ... fuckkkk ... so deeppp.”

Her cries were as sweet as honey in his ears, driving Mark’s lust into a feverish frenzy. Pulling his hips back, he immediately plunged forward again - her breathless shout choked off into a ragged keen as he hilted himself once more.

She felt felt impossibly tight, molten and perfect around his pistoning length.

Bracing his weight on outstretched arms, Mark set a punishing pace, his hips jackhammering into her like a wild animal. Each savage thrust rocked her to the core, driving the breath from her lungs in a series of ecstatic sobs and whimpers.

It was like animals rutting—nothing sweet, nothing soft.

Her insides clung to him like they never wanted to let go, taking every punishing inch as if her body was made to be rutted by his brutal onslaught.

And perhaps it was...

Her hands clawed at his back, her nails digging into his skin, leaving angry red welts.

“Don’t stop, oh fuck don’t stop!” She gasped. “Don’t you dare fucking stop! Fucking ruin me, you beast!”

He obliged with harsh, pounding thrusts that slammed her into the muddy earth over and over.

“Fuck, it’s so good ... Your cock ... Ohhhh gawddddd ... I can feel you in my fucking guts. Oh, gods, yes, use me, use this tight, wet pussy!”