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Edward-

Of course, I was at the park. Like I was about to let my lady spend the entire Sunday without me. I'd followed her here, but I stayed back. Had to keep the game up, offer a little surprise here and there.

I'd stayed far enough out of sight to make her wonder. I'd watched her look around for me. Pride and desire clashed together and my elation soared to new incredible heights.

She enjoyed this. She looked for me. She anticipated my presence. Missed me when she thought I wasn't there.

Seeing the direction she took, I slipped ahead, lurking just out of sight. I saw the disappointment when she spotted the other jogger. My poor little darling missed me.

There was relief in her eyes when she spotted me. Perhaps just a trace of real terror.

So electrifying. Enchanting. Compelling. Invigorating.

I didn't hesitate. As soon as she passed, I slid onto the trail behind her, fixated on the bob of her ponytail. I watched it swish from side to side, envisioning wrapping it around my fist, pulling tight until her slender neck was vulnerable until I could sink my teeth into the soft skin.

Mark her. Make her mine.

When my cock leapt, I let my exploration go further, taking in every curve, every toned muscle, every drop of fucking sweat.

I wanted to lick it all. Every single line.

Her pace quickened and I accelerated just enough to keep her five feet ahead. When she slowed, I slowed. Then her pace faltered until she was only walking. Releasing a deep breath, I matched her gait, almost as if it were just natural.

We were like music. In perfect harmony to one another. When she moved, I moved. When she ran, I ran.

It was such an odd thing. This closeness with a complete stranger. I knew nothing, yet everything about her.

I didn't know the small things. I didn't know her name, her age, her birthday, or her favorite food or color. But I knew the important shit. I knew what excited her. I knew how to get a response from her. I knew what made her shiver, what made her gasp, how to make her heart stutter.

People could go an entire lifetime without ever finding what I found with her. She was my first thought in the morning and the very last before sleep carried me to her in a hazy dream.

In those dreams, we talked, we tasted, we shared. I held her while she laughed, I fucked her hard, feeling her cunt grip my cock until it was choking until I could barely fucking breathe. I stroked her to sleep with her head pillowed on my chest, her fingers strumming across my stomach.

We shared things people dreamed of sharing. Just her and me.

Once again she shocked me, sliding off the trail, propping her weight on the trunk of a tree. Her head was bent, and she appeared to be attempting to catch her breath.

This was all new. What should I do?

I wasn't used to my muse knowing I existed, craving me as much as I craved her. All of my interaction with her was completely unorthodox, unexplored terrain.

I didn't hesitate. Twigs snapped, leaves crunching beneath my feet alerting her to my approach.

With each sound I made, she jerked. While she faced the looming forest, she was ever aware of each inch I took until I came to stand behind her.

I memorized everything. The way she looked, how she smelled, and the feelings swamping me at this moment.

I lowered my nose, letting the tip graze the nape of her neck. She shivered and wiggled, and I gripped her hip, my fingers digging into her flesh. Hard. Bruising.

There was no question in my touch. It was demanding, it was forceful, leaving absolutely no room for resistance. My lips were even with her ear, my breath swirling around the shell. "You enjoy it—just as much as I do."

When she remained before me without running away like a frightened doe, I grew bolder, pulling back a fraction. The tip of my finger trailed the strap of her sports bra, grinning when her skin pebbled under my touch. Absorbing her smooth warmth, I let my lips caress her ear while I spoke. "Did you wear this for me? Do you think about me? While you're alone?"

A quiver ran through her tendons as my finger drifted down to the exposed curve of her waist.

I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the way her muscles fluttered, the way her belly jumped, the steady vibration of her pulse.

She didn't answer. She didn't have to voice anything. I knew. She knew.

My cock was stiff as a board, and I wanted to grind it against her ass. She wanted me to. Giving in for only a moment, I pressed into her, the ridge of my cock sliding across the curve of her ass. If I wasn't mistaken, she gulped in satisfaction, doing a little jig in response.

Removing my hips, I licked the shell of her ear, loving the way she shuddered. "Tomorrow. Wear a cute little skirt for me. Maybe a thong. I love that little triangle above the hips."

"Hey, is everything okay?"

I glared over my shoulder at the intruder. The corner of my lips lifted. "Everything is perfect."

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