Page 58 of Hunt Me
Her usually wide brown eyes are heavy, and her cheeks are flushed with pleasure.
She looks like a Goddess.
Chapter Twenty-five
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Fauna
My breaths are short, and my heart is beating so fast that I can practically feel it in my ears.
I feel weightless.
I feel so fucking good.
Through heavy eyelids, I take in Ruaridh’s unruly look. His hair stands up in different directions from where I must have had my hands running through it at some point. The small signs of blood appearing through the skin on his shoulders have me pausing.
I feel myself blush as I watch the bloody half-moons, all exactly where I had my fingertips gripping hold of him whilst I was riding through the best orgasm of my life. And the fact that I don’t feel in the slightest bit guilty has me unable to meet Ruaridh’s gaze in shame.
He notices because, of course, he does and gently brings a hand up towards my face. My hip mourns the loss of his brutaltouch, needing it to return like I can’t function without it. But the way his forefinger tenderly nudges my chin upwards, silently encouraging me to lift my gaze, has me leaning into his comforting touch.
‘You okay, baby?’he asks, his voice so soft and caring.
How is this man, the man covered in hell's tattoos and looking like some form of post-apocalyptic weapon, so attentive?
All sorts of emotions begin to rise within me, and I only want to deal with them in one way.
I launch myself forward, my hands sliding around to grip the back of his head as I crash my lips into his.
He groans as we each fight for dominance, dancing around who is taking control as my tongue slips between his lips.
I feel my lips lift in a smirk as I feel him begin to lose command beneath me. Ruaridh controlled me and led me through my release. Now, it’s my turn to do the same for him.
I lift my hips slightly, shifting my weight into my knees as I bring my hands down to his waistband. Not letting my lips leave him, my fingers fumble for the buttons of his cargo trousers as I undo them, tugging impatiently at the fabric to signal for him to lift his hips.
Ruaridh complies, and I can’t help myself when I whisper into his ear like he did to me.
‘Good boy.’
Ruaridh’s eyes widen before his head tips backwards as he releases a guttural groan.‘Fuck, baby. Don’t do this to me. I won’t be able to last.’
I giggle, wholly satisfied with myself, as I tug his trousers down his thick thighs.
Earlier, when I said that his dick was nothing special, I was lying. Lying so fucking bad because the way his hard length stands between us is spectacular. Spectacularly huge, for that matter.
I bite my lip, looking down.
It has been a damn long time since anything more significant than my fingers have been inside of me. There haven’t been many opportunities to stop by a sex shop on our travels, and any vibrators or dildos we came across were not to be trusted when we stumbled across them.
Ruaridh is huge, but I can’t find it in me to feel anything other than borderline desperation to feel him inside me.
A pearl of precum beads at the head of his dick, and I need to taste it.
My hand moves forward, taking hold of his thick length as I pump my fist around his shaft. On the third time that my fist reaches the head of his length, instead of moving back down, I stop, allowing my thumb to unravel from the way I have him fisted and draw it across the bead of precum.
Ruaridh lets out a whooshed breath, and I bring my thumb up to my mouth, sucking it between my lips.
I allow my gaze to flick up to meet his own, and the way he looks at me right now is nothing short of feral.
