Page 4 of V for Vengeance

Showers were never going to be the same after this.

My chest hitched, and biting my lower lip, I unhooked my bra. Pushing him away, I leveled a cute look on him, but my heart was hammering. He’d know it, too. Crossing his arms, Sloan stepped back with a sneaky grin.

Fuck, and I struggled for a second not to blush or give myself away. It felt different with him today. It shouldn’t, but it did. I’d stripped plenty of times. I wasn’t a virgin, and this wasn’t my first time with Sloan, but it felt…different. Something had changed. It was a dangerous feeling between my legs with Phillip a room away, aware that I was alone with Sloan, his to kiss and touch. Everything we did here felt more intense than it ever had before, and I couldn’t help but let it get to me.

I threw my bra at him, and the gorgeous jerk caught it with a laugh far too adorable for a killer. Chin lifted, I got to my feet, and his eyes slithered down my body with greedy impatience.

Again, I struggled to keep it together. Sloan didn’t bother to hide how hungry he was or how much he wanted me; he let his expression say what his mouth wouldn’t. If I took too long, he’d take over. And I was almost tempted to taunt him—to see how far I could push the sexy Hunter—but I wasn’t sure if I was ready for it.

So, I focused on getting out of my panties with a little shimmy and shake. His eyes didn’t leave my body the entire time I undressed. Walking closer, I stroked the waistline of his boxer-briefs, his hardening cock already pressing urgently against the cotton.

“Sure, I’ll go in with you, but only if you’re okay with a really,reallyhot shower.”

Ugh, even I thought the line was lame. Unfortunately, I didn’t have anything else. All this chick knew were unsexy sexy lines.

Sloan’s amusement glimmered in his ice-blue depths before he hooked his underwear with both thumbs and dragged it down. My gaze dropped to watch, eager to see him the way he’d seenme, but I wasn’t given the chance before he was kissing me again and guiding me back towards the loud spray.

Back fusing with the cold tile wall, water poured down my face and body. I was drenched with a gorgeous Hunter devouring my mouth. Legs quaking, I went to my toes and dragged Sloan down so I could thrust my tongue into his mouth, but he lifted me under the back of my thighs. The sensual slide of his hard flesh against my soft, wet center made his name erupt from my throat.

“Sloan!”

His answering groan and hip thrust washed sensation through my thighs. I grappled his slippery back as he continued to rock his cock into me, the delicious friction nearly taking me over the edge. It was embarrassing how quickly I got there. Head knocking back into the wall, I breathed a feral sound. Sloan teased my exposed neck with his mouth, nipping with every thrust of his hips.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to touch you like this, love,” Sloan murmured, the crown of his cock slipping across my wet opening.

Eager, I sunk fingers into his dark hair and gripped handfuls, pulling. The other Hunter groaned and rolled his sinewy waist again, finally pushing his throbbing length inside of me. A cry got caught in my throat. Sensation stormed my body with another hard, upwards lunge. He slipped his hand between us and used his thumb to circle and stimulate my clit.

And it was so fucking good…

As if it was his intention to kill me with pleasure, the other Hunter slammed his hips forward and hit all the right places. My waist worked in an eager swirl over his cock, answering his intensity with my own.

I couldn’t figure out a proper volume, sounding equal parts desperate and unsure. It started as a loud eruption, then dropped down to a whiny whisper. My favorite curses werestringed together with the Hunter’s name. But it wasn’t long before all I could do was plead with him to end the torture—to fuck me the way I needed. I was so damn ready for it. I’d been waiting so long to feel that elusive but entirely euphoric surge.

I’d do anything to have it again.

His answering urgency suggested I needn’t bother begging. We both wanted the same thing.

Sloan kissed me again, sucking on my tongue, then flicking and caressing it in time with his thrusts. He didn’t go slow. It didn’t appear he remembered how to with how desperately he fucked me. Our hips collided loudly, an obscene echo in our ears. He buried his face in my shoulder, biting down, and his muscles worked against mine to drive us both over the edge.

It was as if every nerve in my body was firing, exploding pleasure everywhere he touched. I’d wanted this for so long that I didn’t know how to deal with the overload of stimulation. Something like this could easily destroy me before any enemy out there could.

Sliding up and down the wall, the sounds of our desperate movements resounded in the glass box. I hated how wild I sounded, how loud my moans had become, but what it clearly did to Sloan made it worth the momentary shame.

The usually level-headed Hunter had completely unraveled. His groans and grunts were in my ears as he drove into me faster than any human could. His hands gripped my hips, and he fucked me on his cock with a punishing speed.

I couldn’t get enough of it. This beautiful man had lost control because of me. I’d done this to him, and it gave me such a high. By the way his grunts started to sound frantic, the stuttered slaps of his hips and the almost absent need to say my name, I could tell he was close. But so was I.

I turned and bit his ear, whispering, “I missed this, Sloan. You feel so good.”

Grabbing me around the jaw, Sloan quieted me with a rough kiss and moved his thumb over my clit, probably sensing I was close. “Then come for me, love. Show me how much you missed this.”

I tossed my head back, the stimulation and his words too much to take. My orgasm came swift and hard, sending my body into a full arch. “Oh, fuck,” I moaned, hips rocking against the last of the pleasure before the man pressed into me stiffened.

His face was hidden in my neck again, so I couldn’t watch him like I wanted to. I’d force him to let me see him come one of these days. It was such a turn on to see what I did to them, and I never realized how much I got off on it until they made it so I couldn’t.

My legs were quaking like goddamn vibrators by the time Sloan released me. His eyes didn’t leave mine. I knew that look. Fuck. He wasn’t done with me. He wanted more. I anchored myself to the wall, toying with whether or not I’d give in again.

I nearly stumbled, which would’ve been absolute humiliation in front of the man who’d trained me to never let my guard down, but I’d conveniently blame his crazy sex skills if it came down to it.

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