On the Prowl

tackled me from behind, still gentle in bringing me down, but more determined. I cursed, twisted, and writhed, but in the blink of an eye he had me pinned against a tree again. This time, though, he lifted me so that my feet no longer touched the ground. Standing his full height, he leaned into me, my lower legs immobilized against the trunk by his.
    His breath came faster from his effort, and humor was wiped clean from his face, I saw with some satisfaction. Harsh determination replaced it.
    “Yield to me,” he demanded.
    “Not if your life depended on it,” I snarled and tried to bite him. He levered his upper torso away from me, an odd smile on his lips.
    “But it does,” he said, his rough deep voice gentling. “My life does depend upon it. Upon you.”
    I shut my eyes but could not shut out his words, the caress of his voice. Anger still stirred within me but with less steam, cooled by his tender words.
    “I live for you. I dream of you. I count the days until I can return to you. Do not deny me now, my lady, my Queen, my love. Mona Lisa.” He breathed my name like a benediction, a vow. “Be mine again,” he whispered, and the last of my anger melted away with his humble plea.
    I looked into his bold, craggy face. So harsh, so dear. And suddenly realized I did not want to see this big man humbled, begging, as his former Queen had made him do. She had made him grovel in the dirt.
    “Yield yourself to me, please,” he whispered against my lips.
    I smiled, and that smile drew him back a little, wary. “Make me,” I said, my eyes gleaming challenge at him.
    The white of his teeth flashed like pearls shining in darkness. He grinned like a pirate. “It shall be my pleasure to.”
    With a quick maneuver, he shifted both my wrists until they were held secure in just one powerful broad hand of his. An almost gentle tug and my bra snapped apart. A big calloused hand smoothed down low over my belly, then moved down even lower. His eyes had swirled back to blue, as tumultuous as the deep dark sea, and no less dangerous. Perhaps more so in its potent allure. Come into my depths, they beckoned, and how I yearned to do just that. Those sea blue eyes darkened as rough fingers whispered over delicate lace, the last barrier that covered me, as they passed over my sultry waiting heat. With a sharp rending tear that stopped my breath and wet me even more with its controlled violence, the lace covered me no longer. That marauding hand paused briefly in its gentle pillage, savoring me, cupping me lightly, then moving on down to my thighs, drawn tightly together.
    “Open to me,” he murmured, rubbing that calloused palm between my legs as if he could open them with the light stroking tease of his hand. Almost. Tempting. But not enough.
    “Like I said…” My eyes grew sultry, the lids heavy like my waiting pulsing body. “Make me.” And with a smile, I clenched my thighs even tighter together, capturing his hand between them in a firm squeeze.
    His breath caught, his hand stilled. Then moved again. Less teasing, less tentative, more bold and commanding. A more purposeful search and find now, coming to rest just above my knees. His eyes holding mine, he slid his fingers in the tight barrier I had created and wrapped them around my right knee. With calm deliberation, he began to pry my legs apart. He growled, a warning rumble as I resisted him. I made him work for it. Made him earn it, sweat for it, only yielding that which he could take by brute overpowering force. When he had opened my legs enough, his knees slid between them, forcing them even farther apart, and he rested his weight full upon me. His thickness was wedged right against me, long, tight, and hard in the opening he had fought for. Almost home. Only problem, his pants were still on.
    “You forgot to undress yourself,” I said, my lips curving up in laughing feline delight as I saw the realization of his dilemma reach his rueful eyes.
    “Will you make me work for it all over again if I step back and undress?” he asked.
    I smirked. “You betcha.”
    He smiled in return, then moved so fast that I did not see it. Just heard the ripping tear as his lower body left me for one brief splinter of time. And then he surged back, and up, and into my body with one forceful plunge, pushing a startled cry from my throat as my inner muscles convulsed around his thick invading length.
    He stilled, halfway in me, his great body shuddering. “Am I hurting