His already golden orbs turned a shade darker. They looked like the color of honey, rich and dark, now filled to brim with lust. He tilted his head, studying her.
"You don't mean that."
"And if I do?" she lifted an eyebrow in challenge.
He gulped, his lips pursing into straight lines.
"Then you better stop running… or…"
A lightning flickered. Followed by a loud thunder.
*BOOM!*
A storm was coming.
She pushed Matthew and this time, he let her go.
"No Matthew…" she gulped, excitement rushing inside her. "I will run… and run. And you will chase me, and when you find me..." Her core clenched as the thought of her pinned against a tree somewhere. "You get to fuck me. Fuck me the way, you want to"
A growl rumbled from him at the invitation.
