Page 38 of Art of the Hunt
“Hunter,” she said, his name no more than a gasp because, damn it, she was so freaking close.
He tapped her clit and she arched, practically flying off the bed.
“Oh gods, do that again!”
He smirked and reached up to tweak one of her nipples.
“Oh, that too!”
His smirk turned into a chuckle as he shook his head and refocused on her poor, desperately turned on girly parts.
“Ready?” he asked.
Her nod was more of an urgent rattling of misfiring brain cells.
He slid two fingers into her, and she ground against his hand, that big O climbing and climbing. So. Damn. Close.
And then he bent forward again and gently bit her swollen clit.
Stars exploded behind her lids as Artemis squeezed her eyes shut and her body went rigid as the most spectacular climax she’d ever experienced in three thousand years of existence swept through her, until she lay there, breathing heavily, her body so boneless she might have slid right off the bed if he hadn’t been so thoughtful as to push her up slightly so she was better anchored.
He continued pumping into her with his fingers, carrying her through the aftershocks, his movements slowing. She was pretty sure she’d blacked out there for a few seconds.
Finally, he pulled out his fingers and sucked them into his mouth, and her body was suddenly on fire again. Ravenous for more of him.
She lurched forward, hooking her arms around his neck and pulling him on top of her on the bed. Then she rolled, flipping him onto his back.
“Hey, I’m supposed to be in charge, remember?” he protested, but she was too busy using a combination of magic and her shaking hands to tug off his jeans and boxers.
His erection bounced against his abs, thick and heavy, a bead of precum already moistening the tip. She climbed over him, grasped his cock, and stroked a couple times.
“Okay, you can be in charge of this part,” he decided, groaning and sliding his hands over her thighs.
She lifted onto her knees and positioned herself.
“Wait,” he said. “We don’t have any protection.”
She slid down onto his erection, taking him all the way in. He stretched her, filled her…completed her in a way she had never before experienced.
“It’s okay.” She rocked her hips. “I can’t get pregnant, and considering how long it’s obviously been since you’ve had sex, I’m betting you don’t have any diseases, which I can’t catch anyway.”
“I—you—ah…” He groaned again. She rotated her hips.
“Just feel, Hunter. Just—”
He twined his arms around her back and flipped them so that he was on top. And then he propped himself on his hands, pressed into the blanket, and thrust.Hard. Her head would have slammed into the headboard if she hadn’t raised her arms to catch herself.
Using the headboard as leverage, she elevated her hips, greeting him as his body crashed into hers. Again and again, until she was so very close.
With her ankles locked behind his ass, she propelled herself sideways, taking him with her.
Once again she was on top.
He stared up at her for a moment and then twined his fingers into her hair, pulling her to him, their lips colliding, his tongue pushing into her mouth while she rode him to another explosive orgasm. Just as hers slammed into her, he gave a shout, his hold on her hair almost painful as he stiffened, and liquid heat flooded her.
She draped herself across his body, listening to his heart thudding in his chest in time to her own. He gently untangled his hand from her hair and stroked her back, featherlight touches so soothing, so gentle, they almost ached.
“We are in trouble,” she mumbled, eyes closed, cheek resting against his chest.
