Page 128 of Hunter
He grabbed my hand and turned me around to face him.
I opened my mouth to yell at him when his lips crashed against mine in a brutal kiss that stole my breath and scrambled my senses.
I tried to fight him off…
At first.
But he was much stronger than me, and the more he kissed me, the less I wanted to push him off until, finally, all I could do was surrender to the spell he had put me under.
I wrapped my arms around him, and I kissed him back.
Lord help me, but I kissed him back, just as brutally, just as desperately, just as passionately.
He nipped at my bottom lip before deepening the kiss. I moaned against him, taking in the hot velvety feel of his tongue moving around, playing with me, teasing me.
He shoved my pajama pants down without hesitation, then my panties, until I felt cool air tease my wet pussy.
His hand found my center, and he cupped me, squeezing gently, driving me crazy, before he plunged two thick fingers inside.
All the while, he continued to kiss me.
I didn’t know what to focus on.
His tongue or his fingers, and that was okay because Xavier seemed to like it when I handed my control over to him.
My arms tightened around him, and he lifted me by my butt. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he walked us to the nearest wall and pushed me up against it.
He pulled his fingers out of me, and I felt the loss of him instantly. I whimpered my protest, but he only kissed me harder.
He fumbled with his jeans, and I peeked my eyes open to see him pushing them down his muscular legs, along with his black boxer briefs. He grabbed his tip and directed it toward my entrance, letting my weight go, so I fell on his hard cock.
We both moaned at the same time, and Xavier gave me no time to get used to this position before he grabbed my hips, moving me up and down his length, showcasing his strength in the hottest way possible.
He moved me as if I was nothing more than a rag doll and fucked me. I didn’t mind being used like this.
My head fell back, and my eyes closed from the feeling of him forcefully slamming me down against him.
“Fuck,” I breathed out.
He grunted. “You feel so fucking good. So fucking right. It’s like you were made just for me, weren’t you, baby?”
I could only nod, tears stinging my eyes.
I was made just for him.
He moved me faster against him.
I wasn’t doing anything, but I could feel the strain in my muscles, and I grabbed his shoulders, my nails trying to claw their way into his skin when it became too much. I wanted to feel his skin. I wanted us to be naked and pressed up in a way without space separating our bodies.
I wanted it to be hard for anyone to tell where his body ended and where mine began.
I wanted to burrow myself in deep, until he couldn’t fucking breathe without me.
Couldn’t fucking live without me.
Couldn’tbewithout me.
“Look at me,” he gritted out.
