Page 28 of Deceptively Dead

Hunter suddenly fills my field of vision, and he gently pushes me back on the bed, reaching behind me to fluff the pillow and pull the plastic covering part way down ready for me to slip beneath the covers. When I make no move to do so, he eyes me quizzically.

“You’re not tired?” he asks still bending over me and holding the covers back. His position puts him at the exact height I would need to plant my lips against his. My eyes fixate on his hard mouth. There’s not a part of this fierce man that is soft or rounded, his devilishly handsome face is all prefect, cut glass lines that give him a perpetually haughty look and his tapered body showcases unyielding muscle. It’s only in his deep brown eyes that I can find the softness, thegive,and even then, it only seems to appear when we are alone. Incredibly, I feel absolutely no hesitation turning my complete attention from Nate to Hunter, even though just moments before Nate had taken my breath away. Maybe it’s because they are both so different, yet utterly and insanely captivating. Maybe it’s because I know how they both feel and that I know they are happy to share my attention. Or maybe, I’m just greedy. Any way I look at it, it doesn’t bother me and all I want in this moment is to close the distance between Hunter and I, so I can show himexactlyhow awake I feel right now. HowaliveI am.So, I do.

I push forward and close the distance between our lips, and he responds immediately, dropping the cover and wrapping an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer. I’m the one to deepen the kiss this time, sliding my tongue out to lick the seam of his lips. He opens for me immediately and I slide my hand up to cup the back of his neck, allowing my fingers to trace through his short hair and trail down his spine. That seems to be all he can take as he groans into my mouth and takes over our kiss, dominating my mouth and pulling me even closer, while his other hand reaches between us to hold my jaw gently, tiltingmy head to the side for better access. A needy sound leaves my throat and Hunter breaks our kiss, only to trail his hot lips across my cheek and down my neck, where he nips gently at my collarbone.

“Hunter.” I manage to gasp, and he pulls away immediately, leaving me cold.

“I’m sorry, darlin’.” He blows out a breath and continues before I can open my mouth “You really need to get some rest sweetheart.” His tone is gentle, and his eyes are soft as he looks at me, ready to look after me again. But not this time. This time I want his heat and his desire. I want him to look at me with hunger in his gaze, like he was just before. He’s still leaning over me, so before he can protest, I twist my body and sling my mostly uninjured leg around his waist, effectively trapping him against me. This time, it’s him that freezes as he eyes me warily, obviously not sure what he should do.

A flash of insecurity hits me as he doesn’t move, and I have to clear my throat before I can talk.

“Umm. I… this… Yes. Please.” I stutter and my face starts to burn as I awkwardly wave my hand in the air.As if that’s going to magically tell him I want him to fuck me. God damn, why is this so hard.I contemplate the ceiling for a moment before returning my gaze to Hunter’s perfect face. I expect to see humor or pity in his eyes, but I should know better by now, this is Hunter. His face is etched in his usual serious lines and his eyes… his eyes are burning with desire. The expectant heat in his gaze makes my breath hitch and I finally,finally,find my courage.

“I want you.” I blurt, “I want everything. All of it. And the others. Please. Please, Hunter, don’t tease me anymore.” I realise I’m begging but I don’t care.Never thought I’d be begging for dick again in my life. Come to think of it, I think thisis the first time I’ve ever begged a guy to fuck me. It’s usually not this hard damn it.

Hunter’s smile is slow and predatory and I have a moment of uncertainty. I’m wondering just what the hell I’ve asked for, but before I can fall into that uncertainty, his mouth crashes into mine, his tongue sweeps past my already parted lips and nothing else really matters any more. He fists one of his hands lightly in my hair and the other moves to my jaw again, allowing him to completely control the kiss.

I let my hands roam freely while Hunter devours my mouth. I finally allow my fingers to slip under his shirt and trace each defined, hard muscle and every dip and bump of his scars. His skin is warm and soft to touch, but underneath his muscles are hard as rock and his abs strain and jump against my fingertips as I move my hands lower with each sweeping pass.

Finally, when I reach the waistband of his pants and dip my finger just inside, running it along the seam of his pants but not daring to plunge in further, he snaps. A low growl escapes him and he breaks our kiss, pushing me gently back onto the bed, his gentle touch a contradiction to the fire I can see burning in his dark gaze. When I am lying underneath him, my chest rising and falling quickly with my shallow breaths, he pauses a moment to look me over though it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before. His eyes linger on my tattered old bra, valiantly holding my breasts in place, and on my worn-out cotton panties before sweeping back up my body to my face. The heat banked in his eyes reassures me that he likes what he sees. I’m still wildly underweight, but I’m no longer skin and bone and I can see that Hunter appreciates it, his eyes appearing black in the late afternoon sunlight.

He takes a moment to shoot me a questioning look, and I give him an encouraging nod, then his hands begin to trace my body. He starts with a grip on my waist and his huge hands span nearly all the way around me. He gives me a heart stoppingsmirk at the sight and moves his hands firmly up my body, tracing the outside curve of my breasts, before trailing down my arms. When he leans back down to kiss me, I push up into him eagerly. His gentle, intimate touches stoke the need inside me, heat building between my thighs as I seek out his talented mouth once more.

When his hand comes up to cup my breast through the fabric of my bra I gasp into his mouth as his fingers immediately find my sensitive nipple, already stiff, tweaking it through the damp fabric until I start to squirm from pleasure. Hunter again breaks our kiss to lean back and quickly undo the front clasp, before gently lifting the fabric aside to reveal my straining nipples and panting breaths. He doesn’t bother to remove the bra completely, instead swooping down to suck a breast straight into his hot mouth. The contrast from the cool wetness of the fabric to the wet heat of his tongue and lips has me dizzy already. As his tongue sweeps across the peak of first one nipple then the other I let out a strangled noise, arching my back up to push my chest further into him. His hand comes up to cup and tease my neglected nipple, making my thighs clench as heat rushes through me and my panties dampen.

When I’m a squiring, mewling mess just from his attention to my breasts, he pauses to look up at me and his mouth is swollen and pink from our kisses and his frenzied worship of my nipples. For some reason, it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. He can no doubt see the desire written across my face because he smiles cockily at me before lowering his head once again and kissing a trail straight down my stomach. My pussy clenches as he gets closer, and I fist my hands in his shorn hair to stop myself from squirming. I can feel his smile against my bare stomach and it just turns me on even more to know thatImake this serious man smile.

Suddenly I want to be the reason for his everything. I have an overwhelming urge to make him fall apart, just for a little while. I want to watch him lose control of that serious face he always wears.

I tug at his hair, and he immediately lifts his head to look at me, leaving behind a damp kiss just above my panty line. I sit up and he moves with me, looking a little unsure, until I reach out and lift his shirt over his head. I allow myself a moment to run my eyes over all of the skin I was touching earlier as I shrug my dangling bra from my shoulders, again marvelling at the perfection of his finely cut muscles and my breath hitches when I catch sight of the tribal tattoo sprawling across his chest and shoulder. I can’t help but run my fingers over it, feeling the dip and clench of his muscles underneath as I go. I look up from it to raise a questioning brow at him.

“Young and dumb.” He says with a faint smile. “Got it after I joined the army. Every Ranger should have a tattoo, you know?” he laughs at his younger self, and I smile shyly at him before leaning in to trace my lips across it.

“I like it.” I murmur against his skin and I feel his breath catch in his chest.

I continue kissing his chest as I let my hands drop to his pants, I don’t hesitate to pop the top button and slide my hand inside, over the top of his briefs. I palm his dick and feel my eyes snap open as my mouth goes dry. I look up at him in shock and, if I’m honest, mild alarm. The guy is huge. Thick and long enough that I’d have to use two hands to even try to grip him from tip to base. And even then, I don’t think it would be enough.

Hunter must see the alarm in my face because he laughs.Fucker actually laughs at my fear of being impaled by his monster cock.I give his giant appendage a warning squeeze and he sobers up.

“What’s that look for sweetheart?” he asks innocently.

“You know damn well what it’s about.” I all but growl. “How in the hell do you think that’s going to fit inside me?” I ask with wide eyes, rubbing my hand along his hard length for emphasis.

Hunter grunts at the movement of my hand and replies somewhat breathlessly, “It will fit. Trust me.” I’m not convinced, but I hum a suspicious agreement. Hunter huffs a laugh at me again before pushing me back down onto the bed. “You’ll see.” He promises.

His hands go immediately back to my panties, and he looks up at me with a glint in his eyes I’ve never seen before.If I didn’t know better, I’d swear he wasplayingwith me.Then he takes hold of the tattered material protecting my core and rips it in half.

“Hey!” I protest, but all the desire from before comes rushing back to me and I very much don’t give a shit about my destroyed underwear.

When Hunter reaches down and runs his finger through my slick heat I stop thinking all together. I arch my back and try to push myself closer to him, aching to get his fingers inside me. He doesn’t tease me like Chase did and immediately plunges two thick fingers inside me, causing me to cry out at the feeling. His thumb comes up to circle my clit and I cry out again. Hunter drops his weight over me, keeping a constant pace with his fingers buried deep inside me, and fuses his mouth to mine, swallowing my cries as he works me quickly to my peak. When his fingers hit just the right spot, I break our kiss and bury my teeth in his muscled bicep to muffle my scream of pleasure. He grunts as I clench around his fingers, slowing his touch, but he doesn’t stop circling my clit and pumping his fingers into my opening until it feels like it’s too much, too sensitive and I start to writhe under him, unable to catch my breath. Just as I’m about to ask him to… I don’t even know. Stop? Don’t stop? I don’t know, but he withdraws his fingers and stands quicklyto shuck his pants. Even in the feverish state he’s left me in I stop breathing as I stare at his naked body. Every inch of him is chiseled, toned perfection. As my hungry gaze takes him in from midnight hair hanging over his forehead in messy clumps from my fingers earlier, down to his broad shoulders, cut abdomen dipping in to a defined vee with a happy trail snaking perfectly down the center… and then my green eyes nearly bug out of my head seeing the full length of him jutting out proudly. Before I can voice another protest,not that I really think I would, he descends on me again, lining his massive cock up with my aching entrance.

I can’t help but tense up at the feeling, so hatefully familiar and yet so foreign. Hunter goes still, hovering over me and waiting for me to look into his eyes. When I finally manage to lift my gaze to him, I brace for anger or pity but receive only a calm, serious expression. I give myself a few moments to rememberthis is Hunter and he won’t do anything I don’t want him to.I keep my eyes on his face until I can feel myself start to relax. When my breathing evens out Hunter simply raises an eyebrow at me in question and I’m grateful he doesn’t need me to speak. I give him a firm nod, ready for him to push inside.

Instead, he pulls my face to his and kisses me deeply. This kiss is not like the other ones. There’s still plenty of passion and fire but there’s also something more. Something that feels a lot like reverence. Hunter kisses me senseless and when he reaches between us to tweak at my sensitive nipples, I manage to let the last of my uncertainty go.

The need builds inside me again quickly, making me moan and gasp into his mouth, but still, he doesn’t push inside me. He peppers me with kisses along my jaw and neck, down to my collarbone and shoulders. He nips and sucks my earlobe and the sensitive bit of flesh between my neck and shoulder. When I am panting and squirming underneath him, he finally,finally,starts to push inside me, slowly. He keeps up his torment on my breasts and neck, sucking and biting at me as I stretch around his girth. He pushes deeper until eventually he bottoms out. He pauses there, fully sheathed inside me and gives me a moment to adjust.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so fucking tight around me.” He groans, his breathing coming short and fast. I can only moan in response, the feeling of him nearly overwhelming.But. I need him. To. Move.I let out a frustrated groan and kick my hips up into him, trying to get the friction he’s denying me.

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