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Why did this feel safer than anything had in years?
If this was what he did within the first hour, what the hell would happen tomorrow?
Hunter’s shirt clung to my skin where the last remnants of his cum were still clinging to my skin, like a mark, a brand.
My mind was spinning with rules, heat, and confusion, but also a strange kind of peace.
I’d been wanted before. Lust was easy.
This? This felt like being claimed before I even had a chance to decide.
And for some reason … I didn’t hate it at all.
Twenty One
Hunter
Early morning light slanted through the blackout curtains I forgot to fully close. A soft gray glow cutting through my room, which was more untidy than it’d ever been.
The first thing my senses registered was her heat pressed against my ribs, her skin grazing my stomach where my shirt was riding up on her.
Ella’s sweet, calming scent, layered over the sweat of last night, clung to the sheets and my skin. I took a deep breath and greedily sucked it in.
Her quiet, uneven breathing was disrupted by the littlest of snores, the sound making my chest ache for no logical reason.
My Blaze was everywhere. In my bed. In my lungs. Under my fucking skin. And I never wanted her to leave again.
I didn’t wake her; I didn’t ask. Moving the blanket down inch by inch, exposing her bare thighs, the curve of her ass under my shirt.
Myshirt swallowed her whole. As I finally had a minute to appreciate the roses etched into her skin with delicate, darklines, a deep-seated, all-consuming hunger settled deep inside of me.
Knowing that I was probably the only man to have seen this, just as I had dreamed, made my cock twitch. Carefully, I traced the inked flowers, appreciating the way they accentuated the curve of her hip.
Images of her hot little mouth wrapped around me flashed through my mind.
Jesus Christ, I didn’t even lasttwominutes. I never imagined I’d experience any of this. Ever.
And now, with my girl finally under my control, I had no idea how I was ever supposed to stop, to let her go.
My pulse hammered like a war drum as I slid lower, hooking her toned leg over my shoulder with slow precision, careful not to wake her. Yet.
Physical touch had elicited nothing but disgust and a sickening sensation of nausea in me foryears.
Until her. No one else could touch me and make me feel this … alive. Ella was my salvation.
I’d spent so long letting people think I was broken. Maybe I was. Because the only way I felt whole was with her tongue on me and her skin against mine.
My mouth was on her before she could fully stir. Hot, open-mouthed, dragging over the inside of her thigh until I was at the slick heat I’d been fantasizing about since last night.
Taking a deep breath, I inhaled the sweet scent clinging to her pussy, so pretty and pink as it spread for me.
I couldn’t stop myself from nipping at the soft skin of her thigh before sucking it into my mouth — hard.
Her sleepy gasp was the ignition point, and I was intent on leaving a mark.
Mine.
Licking the quickly darkening spot I’d left, I lifted my head, peering up at her face, eyes still half-closed and her lips parted in surprise.
