Page 63 of Hunted Innocence

Her eyes widen at the same time I reach for her shorts and begin to slide them down her thighs and legs. She lifts her hips to help me and I toss her shorts and panties to the side of the room.

Gently, I glide my fingers up the insides of her legs, feeling her silky-smooth flesh beneath my fingertips before I apply pressure and watch in awe as her thighs spread in front of me.

For me.

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, unable to look anywhere but her glistening pink pussy. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting her. I need her to come on my tongue. I want her taste to fill my mouth. Maybe this is what I can do—what I can be for her.

Maybe I can’t have my cake and eat it, too, but perhaps I can have dessert every single night until the day I die.

Shifting forward, I hold her legs open as I flatten my tongue and taste all of her. Swirling my tongue around her clit, I feel her thighs tremble. I grip her inner thighs to keep her legs spread as I devour her.

Nadine whimpers, her back arches, and she pushes her pussy closer to me. Moving my tongue faster, I focus on her clit, flicking it, then swirling, then flicking again. Over and over until she writhes on the bed.

It’s a beautiful fucking sight, and in this moment, I truly believe that this can be enough for me—for us.

I’m lying to myself.

I want so badly to believe the fucking lie, too. I crave to believe it. Because I can’t have her, not the way I need her. And I also can’t lose her. Imagining her with another man fills me with rage—just the idea of it.

“Oh god,” she whimpers.

Sucking her clit between my lips, I flick the sensitive bud once, twice, three times, and then I hear her cry out at the same time her orgasm floods my taste buds.Delicious. I could eat her every fucking night until the day I die.

And I decide here and now, that is exactly what I’m going to do.

Her fingers grasp my hair, gripping the strands before she gently tugs my face away from her delicious cunt. Smiling, I look up at her as her lips slowly curve up into a small smile.

“Please, Grayson.”

“Please?” I ask, knowing damn well what she’s asking for.

But she doesn’t want it. She can’t. I refuse to believe that she somehow isn’t completely and totally fucking traumatized by what Landon did to her. I shouldn’t have ever fucked her to begin with, really. Once I discovered she had been abused much like I was, I should have offered her my protection and nothing else.

“Sleep, baby,” I murmur, climbing up her body and touching my lips to hers.

NADINE

Forget sleep.

I want Grayson.

He starts to move off my body, his lips leaving mine, but I refuse to let him go. Instinctually, I reach up, curling my fingers around his biceps and holding on to him. The moment I do, his entire body freezes.

Sucking in a breath, I stare up at him as his eyes widen. He’s still watching me, his eyes searching mine. I don’t know what he’s going to say or do. In fact, I’m not sure if he’s going to stand up and walk away.

Holding my breath, I can’t do anything but stare at him for a long moment. Then I speak, and when I do, my words come out on a trembling breath, but I mean them, every single one of them.

“Don’t leave me. I need you.”

“I’m not going anywhere. That ring is for us. To show you that I am committed to you.”

“But you’re not committed enough to have sex with me.”

That sentence needed to be said, even if I wish I could shove every single word back into my mouth and swallow it down. But I can’t do that because my words have already been said and heard.

“I’m not going to have sex with you, Nadine. I’m going to eat your cunt every night, sleep beside you, and protect you until the day I die. Physically and financially.”

His words are a dream come true to some women, I’m sure. And maybe I’m being ungrateful, but I want more.

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