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He didn’t move, not a single fucking muscle.
“Don’t do anything stupid, Hunter.”
Three heartbeats passed before he lowered his weapon and hissed, “Iwillkill you. Not today, but soon. Watch your fucking back.” He shoved Marco away and moved back into the stairwell.
His words were a vow. The guy would pay. Erik would make sure of it.
CHAPTER25
Hannah was pulled from sleep by the sudden warmth behind her. It curled around her body, surrounding her.
A hum slipped from her throat as a hand cupped her bare breast. When it started to massage, the hum turned into a moan, and she writhed, rubbing her backside against Erik.
He found her nipple and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. It caused every inch of her body to tremble.
“Erik,” she breathed, reaching a hand behind her head and running her fingers through his hair.
She had no idea what time it was. Her friends had left at two a.m. and she’d slipped straight into bed. It was clearly still the middle of the night, but time didn’t exist. One touch from Erik and he was all she knew.
Another roll of her nipple, and her groans grew louder.
“I need you so much right now, Angel,” he rumbled, his chest moving with his words. “I need your goodness, your softness, and your fucking light.”
She turned her head and tugged forward so his mouth was a mere inch from hers. “You have me.”
The distance closed, and they kissed. It was hard and passionate, and it twined them together like they were one.
His other hand slipped between her side and the bed, easing inside her panties. Her breath stopped. When his finger parted her slit, a full-body shudder ran down the length of her spine.
He swiped her again, this time accompanying it with a palm of her breast and a kiss to her lips. She was on fire, every little touch making her burn for him.
His lips trailed down her cheek before latching onto her neck. His teeth grazed her flesh, then he sucked.
She cried out as the need in her lower abdomen grew, taking on a life of its own. Every part of her needed this man, to a point it almost scared her. She needed his touch and his strength and the way he made her feel like she wasit. She was all that existed for him.
When he slid a finger to her entrance, she bit down on her bottom lip so hard she almost drew blood. Then he slipped it inside her. Her cry echoed through the room.
He began thrusting his finger, his mouth never leaving her neck, his hand on her breast. It was an overload of sensations. An annihilation of peace and calm.
With desperate fingers, she reached behind her to find his cock. Her heart doubled its beats. She wrapped her fingers around him, loving the way he hardened further in her palm. The way his body tensed and trembled.
When she started to move, exploring his length, he groaned. She slid her hand from his base to his tip, loving the effect she had on him. That she could bring such a powerful man to the edge.
“Erik,” she whispered. “Now.”
The word had barely left her lips when he tore her panties off. Then he was at her entrance, replacing his finger.
He slid into her folds, and it was a riot of sensations. He began to move, long, deep thrusts that cut off her breath and ignited her heart. He quickly took her to the brink, threatening to push her over the edge.
He reached for her chin and tilted her face to take her lips again. His tongue tangled with hers, like they were tasting each other for the first time. But he never stopped thrusting his hips.
She pushed back against him, wanting more. Wanting him deeper. Harder.
His finger returned to her clit, his hand to her breast, and he began to stroke and play, his even thrusts unrelenting. She moaned. It was too much. She felt like a string that was about to snap.
When he pinched her nipple, she threw her head back and screamed as she broke. Fell so hard she wondered if she’d ever be strong enough to rise again.
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