Page 6 of Delectable Soul

I will, too. See you soon.

Little does she know, I’ll see her much sooner than she thinks.

Fiadh

I think about what Hunter said.Things he practices in real life.What does he mean by that? Is he into domination, control? Does he want to blindfold me? Make my darkest desires come true? The thought of him dominating me and taking control of my pleasure makes a molten pressure pool deep in my stomach. I should feel disgusted by thinking these things about a man I just met, but I don’t. I had enjoyed the few times Daire and I explored him being dominant in bed.

Guilt hits me like a bat to the head.How could I possibly think about another man six months after my husband passed?Grief sinks to the bottom of my stomach, no matter how hard I try to avoid it. I take my nightly sleeping pill as the devil on my shoulder plays the advocate. I shouldn’t feel guilty about having an interest in Hunter. Granda was right. I’m too young to spend the rest of my life mourning. Daire wouldn’t want me to be all alone. My mind’s restless thoughts fall to the wayside as the pill kicks in, carrying me into a deep sleep.

* * *

A smooth, cold hand caresses my face. My eyes flutter open, and I see a pair of forest green eyes.

“Hunter?” I ask. “What are you doing here?”

This has to be some kind of dream.How could he possibly be in my room?His thumb traces my lower lip as he smirks down at me. He sits on the edge of my bed, his thick black glasses gone to reveal his handsome face. The heat I felt while texting him earlier is nothing compared to how I feel now. My nipples pebble against my nightshirt. Slickness gathers between my thighs. My breaths quicken as my heart thrums in my chest.

“I wanted to see you. Your flannel pajamas areadorable.” His eyes glimmer in the moonlight streaming in from the open window. His smooth lilt sounds more pronounced and salacious.

“How did you get in here? Did you come through my window?” I should feel scared he’s here uninvited, that he somehow knows where I live. He’s in my room without permission. But I’m not. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m horny or stupidly altruistic.

“That’s inconsequential. What matters is that I’m here. So you think only an incubus could pull off something sexy like that?” He tips his chin at me in challenge, daring me to agree.

“Well yeah, they’re creatures fueled by sex. Real men don’t act that way, unfortunately.” I’m goading him on, but I don’t care.

If I’m being honest, I want him to prove me wrong. Who am I right now? I can’t believe I’m doing this, even if it’s just in a dream. Feck being scared. All I feel is a sense of desire burning through me. He needs to touch me. Kiss me.Anything. He runs his hand from my face down to my neck, feeling my pulse point. His tongue wets his bottom lip as his eyes flash with devilish intention. He unbuttons my nightshirt, freeing my breasts, and rubs my hard nipple between his finger and thumb.

“Your pulse is hammering, and your nipples could cut glass. Are you excited to find me in your bed?” he asks as he kneels over top of my legs, balancing his weight on his forearms so his face is inches from mine. I’m nervous and barely able to talk, so I just nod. “Not good enough. Use your voice, Fiadh. Tell me how excited you are.”

I gasp as he pinches my nipple, trying my hardest to force the words out, but all I can do is moan. It’s been such a long time since another person has touched me. He gazes into my eyes, chuckling.

“Your wanton moans are all I have to hear,” he coos.

He takes my arms, pinning them above my head with one hand as he hovers over my space.

“Don’t move,” he orders as he tears the pillow case off my pillow.

He uses it to tie my hands to the headboard. The commanding tone of his voice and the feeling of being restrained, completely at his mercy, makes fear and anticipation roil in my gut. I instinctually open my legs, my body responding to him on its own.

He settles between them, closing the distance between us and kissing me. His tongue drags across my lips, forcing my mouth open. The kiss is deep, possessive, and drugging. All my previous feelings of apprehension and nervousness are gone now. Something inside me lights up at the sensual slide of his lips on mine. As his tongue caresses mine, I throw caution and guilt to the wind. I just want him. I want him to possess me, dominate me. I want to dream of something that isn’t depressing—feel something aside from complete and utter hopelessness for once.

For the first time since my husband died, I feelalive.

He peppers kisses down my jaw, throat, and chest, leaving behind nipping bites as he goes. I grind my hips into him, desperate to find some kind of friction, anything to take some of the edge off of this unbelievable lust I feel bubbling inside me.

“Stop grinding your needy pussy into me, Fiadh. Behave yourself, or I’ll take longer to attend to it,” he says, slapping my pussy in warning. The seriousness to his face and my shock at his discipline urges me to comply. No man has ever done that to me before.

He slowly moves down my body to suck each of my nipples in turn, driving me right to the edge before he bites one and sends a sharp pain straight to my aching clit. Gasping, I try my hardest to stay still. His thumbs go beneath my pajama waistband and knickers, pulling them down to reveal my sex. He puts his nose right between my thighs and inhales deeply.

“You smell amazing, Fiadh,” he whispers. He slides a finger over my entrance, lightly pushing it in. “You’re so fucking wet for me. I’m going to lick your little cunt until you bust, and soak up every last drop of you.”

I groan the moment his tongue licks the most sensitive part of me. He destroys any self control I thought I had. His hands hold my thick thighs apart, giving him a large breadth to devour me. His tongue moves from my entrance, licking and sucking its way up my folds until he reaches my clit. He licks it tentatively at first, teasing me until I’m writhing beneath him. My moans beg him for more.

“Do you want more? Does your greedy cunt want to come?” he rasps. I furiously nod while I buck my hips beneath him. “Use your words and ask me for more.”

“Please, Hunter. Please wreck me. I want you to make me come.”

He fucks me with two fingers as his mouth licks and sucks my clit, sending shivers over my entire body. If this is what it feels like to be alive, then sign me up for more. It’s as if the veil that made my vision black and white has been lifted, and I can finally see the world again. His fingertips glide over a sensitive spot inside me, and technicolor blooms all around me. I tip my head back and groan, reveling in the sensation of being so close to unraveling for him.

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