Page 39 of Make Me Hunt
The offer tempts me, but hearing her desperate breaths tempts me more. I drive back inside, and it feels like fucking home. That’s when I know this is where my home will be.
I can’t explain to myself what it is about her, but she just feels like a simple woman with the power of a goddess. Fragile enough to break and strong enough to be one of us.
Maybe I’ll give herthatone day.
But for now, all I want to do is look at her. “I can’t stop fucking watching you take my cock.” I confess. And for both of our sakes, I should be able to stop—at least for the night.
She’s the most astonishing thing in the world, and her dark eyes stare back at me like she can’t decide if she wants to kill me or fuck me to death.
I speed up, making sure at least four piercings slide out with every thrust, so I can torture her for a little longer—if you can call a never-ending chain of orgasms torture.
And just as my fingers dig into her thighs, she catches both my arms. She’s looking at me, but it feels like she’s looking through me, her body becomes still in a way that doesn’t make sense, her pupils are wide, her eyes suddenly filled with something strange— fear. Not something I’ve ever seen in her before.
Her breath hitches, and not in a good way. Something’s haunting her, and I can tell her mind has become a blur.
Something’s got her.Something that isn’t me.
My chest tightens, but I ignore what her reaction does to me. This isn’t about me. It’s about her. “Hey, hey… it’s me. Look at me. Breathe, my beautiful curse,” my hand cups her cheek, and I can feel her pulse beating like a drum under my fingers.
It takes another few seconds of absence before she blinks. Her eyes return to me, like she just woke up from a nightmare, or maybe something worse. Something real.
What the fuck just happened?
I want to stop.Not really.I want to stop for her and figure out what the hell that was. But as soon as she comes to her senses, her hand props in the middle of my chest, guiding me to kneel on the bed as she climbs on top of me.
She’s shaking, and there’s a twisted rage coming alive inside of me.
Something’s off… something happened to her, and I can barely keep myself from going feral. Just not now. Now she needs me. I can feel it in the way she’s clinging to me like all she wants to do is use me to crawl back from whatever the hell swallowed her.
And I let her.
I keep her on top of me. We’re so close now that I feel our hearts beating as one. She pisses the hell out of me, keeping me in the dark about whatever the fuck that was, but still, it doesn’t make me want her any less.
I tried to keep myself from having anything to do with her for so long, only to end up having everything to do with her. I feel like I won’t be able to breathe without her, maybe even exist without her. And that’s why whatever she’s going through eats me alive. The not knowing. The waiting for her to let me in.
I don’t know where or when she regained her strength, but she starts to move on top of me, her mouth raising to my lips, biting me like she’s the one staking a claim this time.
And I let her. Because I’m hers anyway.
I grip her hips, guiding her, meeting her every motion. But this is something above pleasure. She wants me to take her pain away. And I will do it. Even if she doesn’t say it out loud.
Our movements aren’t rushed; they're passionate now. Our bodies grind together until the heat between us, beads into sweat. Until she bites my lips hard enough to draw blood, just as I feel her core clamping around me like a vice.
Fuck this is the most intense thing I’ve ever felt. I promised her my mark, my blood, and my cum. And in the very next breath, I keep my word. I spill inside her, thick white streams claiming her asmine.
I thrust a few more times, chasing the last sparks of release, her fingers tangled in my hair and her teeth sinking into my shoulder as her last attempt to stay afloat.
But if she does that one more time, I might need to take her all over again. So, I just wrap my arms around her and hold her to my chest until a few rays of morning light creep through the window.
I still don’t know what the fuck happened, but I’m not going to question her about it. Not now. Even if it’s tearing my soul apart.
I gently lift her off me. The poor thing looks half-asleep, or maybe she’s just avoiding me. Because the second I think she can’t even move, she tries to leave the bed. But my arms drag her back, pulling her against me on the pillow.
She was probably trying to bolt, and I’m not letting her go home. I never planned on letting her go home anyway—especially not like this.
Truth is, I don’t know if I’m ever letting her go.
Her eyes lock on mine as one of my hands runs over her face, brushing over each one of her features like I’m memorizing her.
