Virgin for the Woodsman

As a SEAL sniper it’s always the same, lock up your target in the cross hairs and don’t look away until you see the pink mist. It turns out murdering a man in his house at close range isn't all that different.

I knew killing him meant I would have to run to the edge of the earth to escape my crime. Disappearing into the Canadian wilderness definitely fit the bill.

I thought I'd found a perfect refuge from the law, from civilization and unfortunately, from women. I guess I was wrong about all three.

She thinks she's tracking me. Hunting me. She doesn't know I'm on her trail. With her long, flowing hair that I want to wrap around my fist and her thick, kissable lips, I couldn't turn away. It was too much for this wild man to resist.

There's hunger that has been growing inside me and I'm ready to eat.

I should have hung low. Stayed away. But, he was going to steal her innocence.

I kidnapped her to keep her safe, but when she looks at me with those big green eyes I know that's a promise I can’t keep. I want my c*ck to be her first and last… I want to make her mine. To protect her from a monster like him, she needed a monster like me.