Predator - A Stand Alone Suspense Romance

He keeps talking to me.

He holds my attention with every thrust.

“You’re mine.” The words seep into my bones.

His thrusts speed up and it’s hard and fast, just like he said. My body tenses until it feels as if I’ll explode into pieces. His hands move in under my ass and he moves even faster, taking me over the edge.

I cling to him as his body starts to shudder against mine. I hold him as tight as I can while he slams into me one last time. In that moment it feels as if he’s trying to become one with me.

His breaths are hard in my ear before he lifts himself on his elbows and he just looks down at me. He said there won’t be any I love you’s but the look on his face tells me differently.

“You’re mine, Cara Ellison,” he says my full name and tears form in my eyes.

“I’m yours, Sam Rees,” I whisper, because my heart is too full. This is the one moment we get to be ourselves. This is the part of us no one else will ever see. This is what makes us one … sex and secrets.





Damian~

Cara fell asleep a while ago. I’m lying on my side, just staring at her.

I’m glad I was able to hold myself back. If I had fucked her the way I really wanted to, I might’ve scared her shitless.

I’ve spent many mornings picturing how I’d take her but all those fantasies pale in comparison to finally being inside her. Her body’s reaction to me was so hot. Fuck, it’s making me hard again.

She stretches out and turns on her side, her back facing me. I want her again, and I want her now. I reach for the blanket and pull it back slowly, exposing her body to me. It feels like I’m unwrapping a present.

I move closer to her, pressing my body against hers. I move her hair away from her neck and press a kiss to the soft skin, right where her neck curves into her shoulder. Her body jerks, and I take it as a sign that she’s waking up.

Feeling her heat, smelling that fresh scent that always clings to her skin makes me rock my hips into her ass.

“I just want to fuck you all night long,” I growl in her ear.

A sound ripples up her throat and it makes me go ice cold. I’ve heard that sound before, and it was on the memory disks. It’s like a broken whimper, but then it turns into a feral growl and she swings her arm back. Her elbow connects with my chest and then she darts forward.

Her eyes are still closed as she falls off the side of the bed. In stunned stupor I watch her head slam into the corner of the bedside table, and then she darts up and runs out of the room.

Only then does life return to me.

What the fuck have I done?

I jump out of bed and quickly pull on the pair of jeans that were still lying on the floor.

I can hear her yanking at one of the doors and then her desperate cries reach me and I run for her. Coming out of the room I’m just in time to see her yank the door open.

“Cara!” I yell as she runs into the night.

As I run out onto the porch I see her slam full on into a tree. Fuck, that’s got to hurt. “Cara!” She bounces back and then darts around the tree.

I jump over the banister and set after her. We’re both barefoot so it’s not one of the easiest runs I’ve ever had. She’s fucking fast. Not even the branches lashing at her slows her down. I don’t think she’s feeling any of the pain in her shocked state. Her body must’ve gone over into survival mode, and it’s killing me that I was the one to trigger that in her.

She’s heading in the direction of the beach. I start to catch up with her and as I reach for her, she ducks and screams. She darts forward again and for a moment my heart stutters with pain. Seeing her like this is eating away at me.

We reach the embankment that leads to the beach and in horror I watch her take the leap. Her body slams hard into the sand, and then she struggles back to her feet. I take the leap and my legs shudder with pain as I slam into the sand so I can only imagine how much pain that must’ve caused her.

I get up and go after her as she starts to wade into the ocean. Her shorter legs are making it hard for her to run in the water and it slows her down a lot, enough for me to catch up. I run straight into her, and wrap my arms around her, locking her arms to her sides.

As I yank her out of the water, she starts to scream and struggle against my hold.

Once I have us back on dry sand, I take her down. I lock a leg around hers and move a hand up to her forehead, securing her against me so she can’t hurt herself anymore.

“You’re safe,” I rasp the words out. It doesn’t do anything to calm her and I take a few deep breaths before I say in a neutral tone, “Cara, you’re safe. It’s me, Damian.” She growls at me and I whisper urgently, over and over, “It’s Sam. You’re safe. It’s Sam.” I say the words until my voice cracks under the heartache I’m feeling for her.

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