Page 74 of Submission

I can feel him hardening in between my legs.

“You need a proper meal. You’ve been through hell.”

“I’m hungry for a lot of things.”

I trace my hand down the right side of his chest as I lean into the left.

“Is this your way of thanking me?” he asks cooly as he stoically tries to ignore my advances.

“This is the way I show you how much I want you,” I say, kissing the side of his neck.

Another kiss.

“And appreciate you.”

My hand slides down to his designer leather belt. I undo the buckle and then slide my hand down under the waistband.

“And need you.”

I know I’ve got him when his head falls back against the headboard and his eyes close.

“Do you need me, Hunter?”

I continue stroking the length of his dick and revel in the way it elongates and hardens under my touch. He groans in pleasure but doesn’t answer the question.

“Oh, you don’t feel like talking right now?” I tease.

“You want me to talk? I’ll talk,” he promises with a deep timber to his voice. “I want you to take off your clothes, get on your hands and knees, take every inch of my dick inside your pussy until you beg me to stop, and then we’ll go out for dinner.”

His words have a bite to them, and my panties become soaked with desire. I want this man in a way that I’ve never wanted him. I want him to consume me. To fuck the last twenty-four hours out of my heart and soul.

I want to forget who I was.

And I only want to remember this.

As I strip my clothing off, I watch as he inspects the bruises I’ve managed to accrue over the last few days. If I didn’t know better, I’d think that it physically pains him to see them.

“Hands and knees on the bed,” he orders. “Head down.”

“Something bad could have happened to you tonight,” he suddenly says, and when he speaks, his voice sounds different than I’ve ever heard it sound before.

“You’re wet as fuck,” he says, almost as if he’s surprised.

“That’s because I want you,” I tell him again.

“You’ve said enough,” he claps back. “Your body will tell me what it wants tonight. Not your mouth.”

The room becomes eerily quiet. All I can hear are the sounds of our breaths as they become heavy with want for each other. Hunter slides his left hand along my spine until it reaches the base of my skull. He grabs my hair and lifts my head up.

“Something bad could have happened to you tonight,” he suddenly says, and when he speaks, his voice sounds different from I’ve ever heard it sound before.

“I know,” I say.

His right-hand rubs small, soothing circles on one of my butt cheeks.

“I could have lost you, and if I had, there would’ve been no consoling me. I would have raged and ripped this city to shreds.”

I don’t know how to respond to that except with tears.

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