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pillow, her hands falling to her side and clenching the silky material of the bedspread. She could feel Hunter’s sole focus right now: to make her come hard. He was driven and tenacious, tasting and consuming her flesh like it was the only thing he wanted, the only thing he needed to survive.
“Yes. Make me come, Hunter. Please.” Her body writhed as Hunter ran his fingers along her slick folds, seeking and finding her sheath. He let one finger enter, pushing it in shallowly, testing her before he added another finger.
So fucking tight. So damn hot. Christ! I want to bury my cock inside you and never come out.
She shuddered as the heated words sounded in her mind. Hearing his sexy, low voice in her head while his tongue and fingers tormented her was beyond sensual. Athena panted heavily as he persistently flicked his tongue hard over her clit, her body quaking with every firm stroke.
Over and over.
Again and again.
Through a sensual haze, she recognized her need to have Hunter’s cock inside her, too. The need to be carnally claimed by Hunter made her ache in ways she couldn’t explain and had certainly never experienced before. She wanted him to thrust his fingers deeper, harder. “I need you to fuck me,” she gasped, her knuckles white from her death grip on the coverlet.
Keep talking dirty to me like that, baby, and you’ll get more than you bargained for.
His deep voice in her head was a warning, and Athena knew he was on a very thin wire. Hunter didn’t want to hurt her. He wanted to initiate her to the world of sensual pleasure carefully. But hearing her ask for what she wanted in such a salacious way made his balance on the narrow wire of control extremely precarious.
“Bring it on,” she challenged aloud, welcoming the coil in her belly starting to unfurl. Perspiration was soaking her skin as she thrashed her head on the pillow, muttering incoherently as her orgasm began to swell.
Come for me, Athena. Let me hear your cries of pleasure, feel your body at the height of passion just for me. Only for me.
His voice in her head was a demand and not a request. He was obsessed with making her come. His fingers pumped into her faster and faster, his tongue moving rapidly over her clit, consuming her pussy with his entire mouth—teeth, lips, and tongue.
“Hunter!” She screamed his name as heavy waves of bliss crashed over her body, her channel clenching his fingers tightly as she found release.
Athena could feel Hunter’s triumph as her muscles gripped his fingers, and he licked sensually at the juices of her orgasm like he never wanted to stop.
She panted as the surge subsided into small ripples of pleasure she was still experiencing long after her orgasm had crested. Hunter licked his way slowly back up her body, taking his time to explore her damp skin with his tongue.
“I’m sweaty,” she protested weakly.
“I know,” he answered roughly against her belly. “I love it.”
Athena sighed as the knowledge that it made him burn red hot because he’d made her overheat drifted through her mind.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
Her body coiled tightly again as his possessive declaration pounded at her brain. The fact that Hunter in his mating phase was virtually a caveman throwback didn’t bother her in the least. A raw, answering greediness for him seized her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he finally made his way to her lips, his body above hers as he swooped down and covered her mouth forcefully with his.
She moaned into the kiss as she tasted herself on his lips. She savored the moment, their essence melding and merging as he claimed her mouth over and over again.
Breathless by the time Hunter surfaced, Athena moved restlessly beneath him. “Fuck me, Hunter. I need to feel you inside me.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, coaxing him to take her.
“Athena, stop,” Hunter growled.
She recognized that he tilted a little more to one side on the narrow wire he was mentally
“Yes. Make me come, Hunter. Please.” Her body writhed as Hunter ran his fingers along her slick folds, seeking and finding her sheath. He let one finger enter, pushing it in shallowly, testing her before he added another finger.
So fucking tight. So damn hot. Christ! I want to bury my cock inside you and never come out.
She shuddered as the heated words sounded in her mind. Hearing his sexy, low voice in her head while his tongue and fingers tormented her was beyond sensual. Athena panted heavily as he persistently flicked his tongue hard over her clit, her body quaking with every firm stroke.
Over and over.
Again and again.
Through a sensual haze, she recognized her need to have Hunter’s cock inside her, too. The need to be carnally claimed by Hunter made her ache in ways she couldn’t explain and had certainly never experienced before. She wanted him to thrust his fingers deeper, harder. “I need you to fuck me,” she gasped, her knuckles white from her death grip on the coverlet.
Keep talking dirty to me like that, baby, and you’ll get more than you bargained for.
His deep voice in her head was a warning, and Athena knew he was on a very thin wire. Hunter didn’t want to hurt her. He wanted to initiate her to the world of sensual pleasure carefully. But hearing her ask for what she wanted in such a salacious way made his balance on the narrow wire of control extremely precarious.
“Bring it on,” she challenged aloud, welcoming the coil in her belly starting to unfurl. Perspiration was soaking her skin as she thrashed her head on the pillow, muttering incoherently as her orgasm began to swell.
Come for me, Athena. Let me hear your cries of pleasure, feel your body at the height of passion just for me. Only for me.
His voice in her head was a demand and not a request. He was obsessed with making her come. His fingers pumped into her faster and faster, his tongue moving rapidly over her clit, consuming her pussy with his entire mouth—teeth, lips, and tongue.
“Hunter!” She screamed his name as heavy waves of bliss crashed over her body, her channel clenching his fingers tightly as she found release.
Athena could feel Hunter’s triumph as her muscles gripped his fingers, and he licked sensually at the juices of her orgasm like he never wanted to stop.
She panted as the surge subsided into small ripples of pleasure she was still experiencing long after her orgasm had crested. Hunter licked his way slowly back up her body, taking his time to explore her damp skin with his tongue.
“I’m sweaty,” she protested weakly.
“I know,” he answered roughly against her belly. “I love it.”
Athena sighed as the knowledge that it made him burn red hot because he’d made her overheat drifted through her mind.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
Her body coiled tightly again as his possessive declaration pounded at her brain. The fact that Hunter in his mating phase was virtually a caveman throwback didn’t bother her in the least. A raw, answering greediness for him seized her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he finally made his way to her lips, his body above hers as he swooped down and covered her mouth forcefully with his.
She moaned into the kiss as she tasted herself on his lips. She savored the moment, their essence melding and merging as he claimed her mouth over and over again.
Breathless by the time Hunter surfaced, Athena moved restlessly beneath him. “Fuck me, Hunter. I need to feel you inside me.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, coaxing him to take her.
“Athena, stop,” Hunter growled.
She recognized that he tilted a little more to one side on the narrow wire he was mentally
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