Page 46 of Hunted By Darkness

Water splashed and beat down on us, heat rising, but I didn’t let it stop me from admiring how gorgeous my little rebel was like this. She never failed to take my breath away. I was a lucky bastard to call this fierce fighter mine.

Lips hitched, I sunk my finger in deeper and set out to taste everything just under it. The air rushed out of the water-battered woman as I swirled my tongue around her clit and then licked the length of her slit twice over. The tight clench around my finger eased the more I did. Soon, Nika was breathless, panting, and moving her hips like the sultry minx she was.

I added another finger, stretching her. Her spine curved and her head fell back into a desperate moan, feeling far more than I ever dared to dream. Even fantasies didn’t compare to how beautiful Nika was drenched, moaning, and fully surrendering her body to whatever I wished to do with it.

Bloody fucking perfection, she was.

Her gasping breaths painted the tile in white steam next to her face, her cheek pressed against it. “Silas…” she whispered hoarsely, legs quivering when I added another finger.

My name was all it took to get me on my feet and bending over her. I slammed my fingers in harder, and she swallowed and bit her lower lip to keep from moaning too loudly. The acoustics in this long-dormant home weren’t the best for keeping these moments secret.

Which was exactly my intention.

I wanted to keep her voice in the throes of passion to myself, but I wanted those undeserving wankers to know that no matter how much they drooled, no matter how often they stared, no matter if they cozied up to the devastating beauty, she was mine.

My hand moved faster, and her body tensed against the onslaught of sensation. Her glare cut over before she bit her hand to smother her intensifying moans.

Well, we couldn’t have that, could we? Because then what good would all this effort be if this house full of wankers didn’t hear how good I made my bird feel? I needed every day to start and end with the message so clear it settled into their heads and never disappeared.

They’d never sway her, not with the way she screamed my name as she came.

“No biting, love.”

I captured her wrist and bent her arm behind her back so she couldn’t do it again. Magic slithered down my arm, locking the limb to her back. Her quickened breathing hit the tile, but she didn’t fight me. Grinning, I covered her other hand and locked it above her head. I’d caged the fluttering bird in, but she didn’t seem to mind.

No, if anything, she quite liked it.

“You’re an asshole,” she hissed as if ready to sink her fangs into my throat, but the way she pushed back against me said otherwise.

“You always say the loveliest things, little rebel.” Catching her ear between my teeth, I lubricated my cock and pressed it where my fingers had been only a few moments before, teasing the red bud with the tip.

It was maddening how good it felt to touch her. It’d never be enough. I’d always want more, and I wasn’t a gentleman. I’d take it if given the option.

She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and stopped herself from moaning.

“Let’s see how long you can keep quiet. Not long, I bet,” I whispered huskily.

“Silas, please—”

My thrust cut her off. I speared in deep and without waiting. Lilith’s tits, it was the tightest my bird had ever been. The shuddering clench of her vise-tight arse on my cock nearly made a bloody joke out of me. I had to slam my other hand on the tile next to her head to keep from going over the edge. I’d come if I wasn’t careful.

Her groan was positively wild. It wasn’t one of pain like I worried; it was rich with pleasure, and I breathed a small sigh of relief that I hadn’t hurt her in my haste. The lubrication was meant to dull the pain, if not completely erase it. I hadn’t been confident it’d work on her with everything she’d become immune to.

Hurting my rebel was out of the question.

Pressing her forehead into the wall, she quaked and gasped. Releasing her pinned arm, I slotted her bent knees over both of my forearms and lifted. Her hands pressed and glided against the wet tile to keep her from falling forward, her head landingback on my shoulder as I pressed close, buried bollocks-deep in her arse.

It was bloody glorious.

I expected to take a hit to the gut, but my rebel was always surprising me. Instead of punishing me for coming in too quickly, she rolled and swiveled her hips, testing the feel of it. She used the wall to power her downward thrusts and her fighter strength to lift and fall on my cock over and over like it was her who initiated it all, not me. It was my turn to groan. The stimulation was too much, and I hadn’t expected it. Nika was always keeping me on my toes. I didn’t stand a chance against the clever minx.

“You better make this worth it,” she hissed with a sharp gasp, her head turning just enough to put her sexy threat right into my ear. “Because I’m going to kick your ass for this one, mercenary.”

“Lilith’s tits!” I cursed before withdrawing slightly, only to slam back inside a half-second later. “You know I can’t control myself when you talk like that, little rebel.”

She didn’t answer. She didn’t have to. Her hips did the talking for her. She moved them in time with my thrusts, her arm reaching up behind her to wrap around my neck. I dropped a hand between her body and the wall and rubbed her clit the way I knew she liked. That did the trick. The clench of her soft inner walls around my shaft nearly cut the bloody thing off.

“You’re way too tight, love. You’ll take my knob straight off at this rate,” I growled between staggered slaps.

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