The wind howled through the ancient pines of Haddonfield Woods, its eerie song punctuated by the occasional crack of thunder. Rain lashed against the windows of a dilapidated cabin, the only refuge for miles around. Inside, huddled in a corner, sat Kate, her once-vibrant eyes now dulled by fear and exhaustion.
She couldn’t shake the image of that mask – blank, emotionless, yet somehow radiating pure evil. How long had she been running? Hours? Days? Time seemed to blur together in a haze of terror and adrenaline. Every creak of the cabin’s weathered boards sent a jolt through her body; her muscles coiled tight, ready to flee immediately.
Kate’s fingers absentmindedly traced the rough fabric of her torn jacket, now stained with mud and worse things she didn’t want to think about. She tried to steady her breathing, focusing on the patter of rain against the roof. In, out. In, out. Anything to distract from the deafening silence between thunderclaps when every rustle outside could be him coming to finish what he’d started.
Suddenly, the door groaned on its rusted hinges. Kate’s heart leapt into her throat, her hand instinctively reaching for the rusted fire poker she’d found earlier. But instead of the nightmarish figure she’d been dreading, a familiar silhouette filled the doorway.
“David?” she breathed, hardly daring to believe her eyes.
He stumbled inside, rain cascading off his broad shoulders. Even in the dim light, Kate could see the haunted look in his eyes, mirroring her own trauma. His usually meticulously styled hair was wild, plastered to his forehead. A nasty gash ran along his left bicep, but he seemed barely aware of it.
“Kate,” he rasped, his voice hoarse from what must have been hours of running and shouting. “Oh God, Kate. You’re alive.”
The fire poker clattered to the floor as Kate scrambled to her feet. Her legs, stiff from hours of inactivity, nearly gave out beneath her. David crossed the room in three long strides, catching her just as she stumbled.
For a long moment, they clung to each other. Kate buried her face in David’s chest, inhaling the scent of pine and rain and him, so achingly familiar it made her want to weep. His arms tightened around her as if he could keep the night’s horrors at bay through sheer force of will.
“I thought…” David’s voice cracked. He pulled back slightly, cupping Kate’s face in his calloused hands. “When I saw the blood at the old mill, I thought…”
Kate shook her head, unable to find words. How could she explain the terror, the desperation, the moments when giving up seemed like the only option left? Instead, she surged forward, claiming David’s lips in a bruising kiss.
It wasn’t gentle or romantic. It was a raw need, born of shared trauma and the primal joy of finding connection in the face of unimaginable horror. David responded equally enthusiastically, one hand tangling in Kate’s matted hair while the other pressed her closer.
When they finally broke apart, both were gasping for air. Kate’s fingers traced the stubble on David’s jaw, reassuring herself that he was honest, that this wasn’t some cruel trick of her fear-addled mind.
“We made it,” she whispered, her voice thick with unshed tears. “We’re alive.”
David nodded, pressing his forehead to hers. “We’re alive,” he echoed. “And we’re getting out of here. Together.”
Outside, the storm raged on. Somewhere in the darkness, a killer still lurked. But for now, in this moment, they had found a spark of hope in each other’s arms.
The cabin creaked and groaned around them, but Kate and David remained locked in their embrace, the outside world momentarily forgotten. Kate’s fingers traced the contours of David’s face, relearning every line and scar. His breath hitched as her thumb brushed over a fresh cut on his cheekbone.
“You’re hurt,” she murmured, concern momentarily overtaking her relief.
David caught her hand in his, gently kissing her palm. “It’s nothing,” he insisted, his voice low and husky. “I’m just glad I found you.”
Their eyes met, and a current of understanding passed between them. They’d both seen unspeakable things tonight, horrors that would haunt them for years to come. But they weren’t survivors or victims at that moment – they were simply two people desperately clinging to a lifeline in the storm.
Kate’s gaze dropped to David’s lips and then back to his eyes. The air around them seemed to thicken, charged with unspoken desire. Slowly, giving her every chance to pull away, David leaned in. Their lips met again, but this time, it wasn’t the frantic clash of before. This kiss was slower, more profound, an exploration rather than an explosion.
David’s hands slid down to Kate’s waist, drawing her closer. She gasped softly, her fingers tangling in his rain-dampened hair.
The rain pattered against the cabin roof, creating a soothing rhythm as Kate and David deepened their kiss. The fear and tension of the past hours melted away, replaced by an intense connection that went beyond words.
Kate’s hands explored the contours of David’s body, feeling the strength in his muscles and the rapid beating of his heart beneath her palms. Her fingertips traced the path of the cut on his cheek, her touch tender and reassuring. David, in turn, skimmed his hands up Kate’s sides, pausing to cup her breasts through the wet fabric of her shirt.
Kate moaned into David’s mouth as he gently kneaded her sensitive flesh. She could feel her nipples hardening under his touch, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. Her hands reached down to fumble with the buttons on David’s shirt; her need to feel his bare skin growing more urgent by the second.
With a groan of frustration, Kate finally managed to undo the last button. She pushed the damp fabric off David’s shoulders, exposing his muscled chest to her gaze. A jagged scar ran down the centre of his torso, a testament to the many battles he’d fought. But to Kate, it was just a part of the man she loved – flawed but beautiful.
David’s hands reached the hem of Kate’s shirt, lifting it over her head. She raised her arms to help him, allowing the cool cabin air to brush against her heated skin. Her breasts sprang free from the confines of her bra as she unclasped it.
David’s eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of Kate’s bare body. He leaned forward, taking one rosy nipple into his mouth. Kate arched her back with a gasp, her hands reaching David’s shoulders for support. The sensation of his warm mouth on her sensitive flesh was almost too much to bear.
Slowly, David teased Kate’s nipples with his tongue, alternating between them. Each flick of his tongue sent waves of pleasure crashing through Kate’s body, pooling between her legs. Her thighs trembled as she fought the urge to grind against David’s hips.
After what felt like an eternity, David lifted his head. His eyes met Kate’s, the desire in them so intense it stole her breath away. Before she could react, David scooped her up in his arms, carrying her over to the bed in the corner of the cabin.
“I have wanted to fuck you for a long time, Kate,” he said as he laid her down on the mattress. She looked so sexy lying on the bed topless, still in her tight jeans.
David took off his pants and got onto the bed naked.
“I need you, Kate,” he growled, positioning himself between her legs.
“Well, you can’t do anything with my pants on; take them off for me and my panties; what you say, strong boy,” she said as David smirked at Kate’s boldness before he complied with her demand. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her jeans and tugged them down, along with her panties, revealing the neatly trimmed patch of hair over her pussy. Kate’s legs spread wider, inviting him in.
He settled between her thighs, his cock pressing against her entrance. The tip slid inside, making both of them moan at the feeling of skin against skin. David took his time, slowly pushing in, giving Kate time to adjust to his size. Once he was fully seated inside her, he paused, relishing the feeling of her tight warmth around him.
Kate locked her legs around David’s waist, urging him to pound her. He began to hammer in and out of her, establishing a fierce rhythm. Each thrust sent intense pleasure surging through Kate’s body, causing her to pant for breath.
“Do you enjoy how I fill you up, Kate?” David grunted, his hips driving in a raw rhythm as he plunged deep into her. He could feel her walls gripping him, drawing him further into her with every thrust.
Kate’s eyes rolled back, her hands clawing at David’s sweat-drenched shoulders as she moaned, “Oh, fuck, yes!” A desperate gasp accompanied each word. Her nails gouged into his flesh, leaving half-moon marks that would throb the next day.
“Uh fuck, do you love my cunt, fuck me, oh fuck, D-David tell me how much… Mmm, you want to hammer the shit out of me,” Kate panted as her tits bounced on every hammer of David’s thick, raging cock.
David groaned at Kate’s words, her dirty talk only fueling his desire. He thrust into her harder, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm as old as time.
“You’re so tight, Kate,” he ground out, his voice guttural with pleasure. “So fucking perfect.”
He reached between them, finding her clit with his thumb. He began to circle it, feeling it swell under his touch. Kate’s moans grew louder, her hips bucking to meet his thrusts.
“God, yes,” she moaned, her nails biting into his flesh. “Don’t you dare stop, please don’t you fucking stop. Oh fuck, oh holy hell.”
“I won’t stop, I swear to you,” he grunted as he pounded her dripping wet snatch.
She struggled to speak, her breath hitching with the brutal fucking he was giving her. “Have you… have you ever fucked any of the others?”
David’s gaze locked onto Kate’s, a fierce, protective fire burning within them. “Meg and I were in that goddamn shack just last week.”
“Mmmm, fuck me harder; how the fuck, oh, did you fuck her? Tell me every dirty detail as you fuck me, David,” she demanded, her voice hoarse as David picked up the pace.
“Yes, Kate, I fucked her. She was just as greedy for it as you are now. I rammed into her, just like I’m doing to you, filling her up and making her scream with pleasure. Her cunt was tight, just like yours, gripping my cock like a vice as I hammered in and out of her. Let’s just say I fucked her so hard that it nearly tore the slut in two; now shut up about Meg and take my fucking cock, Unngh,” David growled, his hips pistoning as he spoke.
“Oh fuck, yes! My dripping pussy, oh God, fuck it harder, David,” Kate’s massive tits jiggled as David hammered her soaking cunt.
David’s relentless thrusts became more frantic as he continued to stuff Kate’s tight snatch with his throbbing cock. She could feel her pleasure building with every stroke, her nerve endings on fire.
“Yes, oh God, yes! Fuck me harder!” Kate screamed, her nails digging into David’s back as she neared her earth-shattering climax. “Don’t you dare stop, please don’t stop!”
David could feel Kate’s pussy clenching around him like a vice, her orgasm building with unstoppable force. He pounded into her with primal intensity, driving her wild with pleasure.
“SQUIRT for me, Kate,” he grunted, his voice strained with lust. “Let go, drench my cock in your cream. Fucking gush, Ahh.” He groaned as he pounded his dick into her dripping cunt.
David’s words sent Kate tumbling over the edge. Her climax hit her like a freight train, her whole body trembling with the force of it. She screamed, her nails clawing at David’s back as she rode out the tsunami of pleasure.
David groaned, his release following swiftly after. He plunged deep into Kate one final time, his cock pulsing as he pumped his seed inside her. He collapsed on top of her, both of them gasping and slick with sweat.
For a long moment, they lay there, still connected. The rain drummed against the cabin roof, a calming rhythm to their panting breaths. Gradually, the tension drained from their bodies, replaced by a cosy sense of satisfaction.
Eventually, David rolled off Kate, flopping down beside her. He drew her into his arms, holding her tight as they drifted into a much-needed slumber. They were safe for the time being. And together, they could face whatever the morning had.
