Page 92 of Through the Flames
And just like that, everything combusted. Violently and desperately.
Hunter’s hand was in my hair, pulling me to a stand, and his mouth crashed onto mine. There was no finesse, no soft approach, just raw need and frantic hunger.
It was messy, bruising, and utterly consuming. All I felt was the roughness of his lips and teeth, the frantic pressure of his tight grip on my hair, holding me in place as if I were the only thing keeping him from falling apart.
My breath caught in my throat, my pulse pounding in my ears. I was drowning in the storm he unleashed, wild and real, and I never wanted it to fucking stop.
Hunter tore his lips from mine, lowering his head to lick and nip at my throat.
“You think I didn’t want this? Do you still not understand, baby? I’d give you anything you want, all you gotta do is ask.” His voice was thick, shaking with need, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.
“Then shut up and prove it,” I replied breathlessly, tugging his lips back to mine, moaning as his tongue swept across mine in long, lazy strokes.
His massive, rough hands traced fiery trails down my back, holding me firmly plastered against him, like he might lose me otherwise.
The frantic, uneven beat of our hearts was colliding in the quiet room. Hunter’s fingers were tearing my shirt off with such urgency, I was surprised he didn’t rip it off my frame.
Gripping the waistband of his sweats, I shoved them down to free his cock, thankful he’d also foregone wearing underwear after our first round earlier.
His breath was hot against my cheek as he muttered a curse under his breath when I began stroking his throbbing length.
“What’s wrong, Big Guy? Losing your touch already?” I teased with a low laugh.
My thumb was swiping over the pre-cum beading at his fat tip, flicking his piercing and earning myself a choked moan.
A muscle in Hunter’s jaw twitched. “You think this is funny?”
“Kinda. You’re cute when you’re flustered.”
Scoffing, he hauled me onto the bed like I weighed nothing, pressing me into the mattress, his frame a cage around mine. The bed was groaning under our weight as his chest brushedagainst mine, my pebbled nipples brushing over his smooth chest.
It felt like Hunter had unchained himself. Gone was the cold mask, the aloofness; now he was all heat and barely restrained strength.
My lungs felt crushed under his weight in the best fucking way possible.
“You done running your mouth yet?” he asked, his voice rough and low.
I smirked against his lips. “Not even close.”
Hunter hovered over me like a storm cloud — heavy and dark, ready to unleash its fury.
Claiming my lips in another kiss, he snapped his hips forward, both of us moaning as his cock dragged along my soaked slit for the first time without any barriers between us.
Hunter was coating his erection in my arousal, the wet heat between my thighs slickening with every grind. The blunt tip was gliding against my cunt, catching on my clit and wringing out a whimper I didn’t mean to let slip.
I sounded needy and desperate, but I didn’t care. I hadn’t been fucked in over a year, and fuck, did I need it.
“Feel what you do to me, baby?” Hunter rasped huskily.
I was panting, any resemblance of shame disappearing with the feeling of him throbbing against me. “Feels like you’ve been dying for this.”
Hunter closed his eyes for a second. “You havenoidea.”
He was grinding into me like he was starving, like this was his last meal, and I was the whole goddamn feast.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
“Fucking brat,” he murmured, but still lined himself up. My pussy was dripping wet, and just as he pushed forward, his tip slipped, notching against my second hole.
