Page 119 of Through the Flames
A moan forced its way out of my throat as he ducked his head to lick and bite at my neck. He loved marking me, and I could feel the blood rush to the spot where he was sucking like a man possessed.
“On the bed.” His voice was rough, husky. “Now.”
I scrambled onto the mattress, my heart hammering like it was trying to claw its way out. My skin buzzed, every nerve wired to him as he followed, dragging open the nightstand like a man possessed, pulling out a bottle we’d never used before.
There was a dark, feral look in his eyes. It was as if he’d been waiting for this moment, and now it had become a reality, nothing on earth could stop him.
He knelt behind me, his cock bobbing and leaking. My pussy clenched just looking at him, arousal dripping down my thighs from how brutally turned on I was after sucking him off in the truck.
“I want to fuck your tight little ass, and you’ll let me, won’t you?” His voice shook with need as he slicked lube over his fingers. The cold made me jolt, but his hand on my hip held me steady. “Yeah, I know you will. My girl is gonna let me claim all of her.”
“Hunter …” My breath hitched as the first finger pressed against my asshole, slow and careful but so unrelenting I thought I’d combust.
“You trust me?” he asked, low and raw, like my answer mattered more than oxygen.
“Yes,” I whispered, no hesitation, because there was never a world where I didn’t.
The first finger slid in with a stretch burning just enough to make my toes curl, his other hand soothing down my spine, his mouth at my shoulder whispering filth and worship in equal measure.
“Good girl … relax for me. You’re so fucking tight.”
A second finger joined the first, and I moaned, loud and huskily, rocking back without thinking. A groan rumbled through his chest.
“Fuck! Don’t do that unless you want me to lose it.”
Iwantedhim to lose it. I wanted to feel him lose it inside me.
When he finally pulled his fingers free, I looked back at him, watching his hand pumping down his length once, hard, and he was ready.
Throbbing, flushed, lube-slicked, and terrifying in the best fucking way.
“Ride me, baby,” he said, his voice nothing but gravel and hunger.
He flopped back against the headboard, legs spread wide like a throne built for sin. His cock stood rigid against his stomach, daring me to take it.
I stared, my chest heaving. He gave me five seconds before his hand shot out, gripping my wrist, dragging me over him with a grunt.
“Reverse,” he ordered roughly. “I want to watch this ass take me.”
My pulse detonated. I turned to straddle him backwards, knees braced against the mattress as my hands came to rest on the ink adorning his thighs.
His hands settled on the curve of my hips, guiding me until the fat head of his cock pressed against me.
“Breathe, Ella,” he rasped, coating me in more lube and working it in with slow, circular motions so sensual my whole body quivered. “Just the tip first … easy …”
The stretch was brutal, white-hot, tearing a cry from my throat as the crown breached me. A guttural string of curses escaped him, while his grip bruised my hips, as if it was taking him all of his willpower to not slam me down on his length.
“That’s it. Fuck. Taking me so good. You’re so goddamnperfect.”
I moaned, pushing down farther until I could feel him everywhere, splitting me wide open in ways I didn’t think I could handle. My body shook, sweat dripping down my spine, but the high — the rush of being so full, so claimed — wasaddictive.
“Move.” The hoarsely uttered word wasn’t a suggestion.
I started slowly, lifting until just the tip stretched me before sinking back, over and over, until pain blurred into filthy, dizzying pleasure.
My clit throbbed, desperate and neglected, and when his hand slipped around to rub me, I shattered. My cry was loud and raw, my entire body shaking as I clenched around him like a vice.
Hunter snapped.
