Page 93 of Through the Flames
The sharp press where it shouldn’t be had a gasp tearing out of my throat, and I clutched at his forearm. He met my gaze, wide-eyed for the first time ever, and hurriedly canted his hips away.
His muttered curse vibrated against my ear. “Fuck! Sorry, you’re so wet I slipped.”
“Uh, yeah, wrong place, unless you’re planning a surprise,” I snickered.
Hunter laughed darkly. “Don’t tempt me, baby. You’d look perfect taking me there too.”
Jesus. He’d wreck me if he tried. And I might just let him.
Helping him line up, he sunk into my pussy with a guttural sound that punched straight through me.
As his first inch plunged inside, there was a stretching sensation, a slight burn. It had been a hot minute, and his cock was opening me up until my body gave in to his pressure.
A shuddering breath brushing the sensitive skin on the side of my neck, like he was breaking apart inside me, sent a shiver down my spine.
Hunter’s voice was choked, wrecked. “Fuck! Been waiting so long for this.For you.”
“Hunter! Oh my God!” I gasped, his length filling me like no one ever had. Like he was made for this, for me.
His hips slammed against mine in sharp, erratic thrusts. Messy, hot, and brutal in its urgency. The slap of skin on skin, the feeling of his hands spreading my thighs wide open, had my walls clamping down on him.
“Goddamn!” he cursed. “Choke my cock, baby. You feel so fucking good.”
Teeth were grazing my jaw, and his deep growl was vibrating into my fucking bones. He was everywhere, his massive frame caging me in, pinning me in place.
“Say it. Say you’re mine.” There was something unhinged, something feral in his eyes as he stared down at me, the corded muscles in his thick neck straining.
“Yours, Hunter, fuck! All yours,” I half-screamed, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
All his calm had shattered, replaced by a savage wildness, and I loved every. Fucking. Second of it.
Hunter’s thrusts turned frantic and wild, like he was trying to bury himself so deep inside me, I’d never be able to pull him out. It didn’t take long before his rhythm faltered, his entire body going rigid as a broken groan tore out of his throat.
He came inside me with a sound more animal than human, every pulse of his cock sending hot jets of cum flooding through me.
Collapsing on me for a second, he panted like he’d just gone to war and won. A smug grin curved his lips as his dark eyes met mine.
“I’ve been dying to fill up your pretty little pussy,” he rasped, pressing a possessive kiss to my mouth like he wanted to seal those words into me. “You took me so fucking well.”
I was still shaking, my body buzzing like a live wire, but the throbbing ache between my thighs made me painfully aware. I hadn’t come.
Hunter felt it too because the next second, he was sliding down my body, his mouth leaving a trail of fire over my skin.
“What are you—” A sharp gasp escaped my lips when his tongue dragged through the mess between my legs, tasting every drop of what he’d given me, what we’d made together. His low groan vibrated against my core, sending my hips jerking up.
“Fuck, baby, look at that messy cunt … mmmh, fucking delicious. You taste like us,” he growled into my pussy before sucking my clit into his mouth.
My fingers tangled in his hair as he devoured me, his mouth greedy and relentless until my back bowed off the bed and I shattered on his tongue, crying his name like a prayer.
Twenty Five
Hunter
I didn’t even have to open the door to know something was off. The faintthunk-thunk-thunkof repeated strikes echoed through the house, punctuated by a muttered curse.
Curiosity got the better of me. I pushed down the handle, crossed the threshold, and entered, my wet sneakers squeaking subtly on the hardwood floor. The sight greeting me made me freeze in my fucking tracks.
Ella was precariously balanced on a chair, one foot wobbling, holding a framed, decorative print and hammering it into the wall with her hairbrush.
