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“I’m not wearing panties,” she pulled back and whispered. “I’ve not worn panties in two days because of you.”

“Oh… fuck.”

She looked up. He’d noticed the reflection. He liked the reflection. She wiggled, pleased and opened her mouth wide.

“Luisa. Luisa.”

She gripped his thighs, not letting him pull back. Not caring that he was so deep in her throat she could hardly breathe. Because she was also rubbing him hard and he was about to—

He roared, his body locked in stasis as pleasure spurted from him.

Yes. Oh yes.

She rolled her hips in aching, hungry delight as she drank him, holding him in place so she could inhale every last damn drop.

Less than a minute later he lifted her and placed her in the middle of the big bed. “Hell Luisa, I didn’t mean for you—”

“I know. I wanted to.” She licked her lips. She’d do it again in a heartbeat. But she’d have to rub herself at the same time because she needed the release too. Now.

He watched the slide of her tongue and seemed to sense her desperation. “So now you’ve taken the edge off me and I have all the time in the world…” He smiled wickedly down at her.

Oh what had she done? Because she couldn’t wait. She lifted her hand to touch herself but he swatted it away.

“Oh no, that’s mine to play with. Mine.” He gripped her hips and flipped her to her stomach, quickly releasing the catch of her bra. He put his hand flat on the center of her back, not letting her roll back, not letting her slide her hands beneath herself either. He slowly skimmed his fingertips up the back of her thighs. She wriggled helplessly as still too slowly he unzipped her skirt and carefully slid it down, baring her completely. She felt his warm breath, then his playful, slightly not gentle bite on her butt. She pressed her knees into the mattress and arched up, letting him have more if he wanted. Her resistance was over—he could eat everything of hers that he wanted. He slid his hand in her curves and she rose higher to meet him. But then he pulled back with a muttered curse.

She rolled quickly to grab him. But he’d stepped away. Frowning she watched him stalk to the table. Picking up a box, he tore the plastic wrap with his teeth. She smiled, relaxing as she realized, then enjoyed the view as he unwrapped and rolled on a condom.

“While I can still think enough to remember,” he chuckled ruefully as he glanced over to see her watching.

Luisa’s legs quivered and she spread them wide. Finally. Finally, finally, she was going to have him.

Except he didn’t move over her to take the space she’d wordlessly just offered. Instead he just smiled. She wanted to kill him. But she’d fuck him first.

“Hunter…”

“All night, remember?” He gripped her ankle and tugged her down the mattress, pulling her legs further apart at the same time.

“I don’t care about all the freaking stages anymore, I just want you now,” she growled, reaching for him.

He didn’t reply. Silent Hunter was dangerous Hunter. Anticipation flared, melting her bones.

“Hunter,” she breathed, begging really. “I need you now. It’s been too long.”

The look in his eyes told her he quite agreed, but there was the promise of payback in there too—retribution for making him wait. She knew he wanted to torment her the way he knew best. Thing was, he wasn’t going to be able to stop her from coming—she was so close already. And it wasn’t just an orgasm she wanted. She wanted all of him. But all he had to do was palm her pussy and she couldn’t help grinding, rocking her pelvis into his hand to rub that one little bit of her that was screaming for his touch. She bit her lip, holding back her whimper, but he knew. He saw. And he gave her the damn finger.

Right where she needed it.

“Ohhhhh,” she groaned, grinding on him. Her hips undulated, riding the orgasm while at the same time, pushing for more. Hell she wanted so much more. This wasn’t enough—yet it was so good and she couldn’t stop it.

“Shall I do that again?” His words sounded lazy, but the look in his eyes was lethal.

She shook her head. She didn’t want more of that teasing, he was going to kill her. She wanted this finished. A fast, furious fix to get him out of her system for good. “If you don’t fuck me properly right now, I’m going to walk out of here.”

“No you’re not.” He laughed at her. “Empty threats, Luisa.”

He was right of course. And suddenly she couldn’t play—she couldn’t hide, she couldn’t be anything but honest.

“Then please don’t tease me any more,” she whispered brokenly. “Please give me what I’ve wanted for so long.”

A stark expression flickered in his eyes—a vulnerability that stole her breath.

“Why did you make us wait?” He rasped as he crashed down and pressed down hard on her.

She didn’t know. She didn’t know anything any more. Because he was there, so there. Finally. She gasped, so close. Desire rippled down her body and radiated out from the very core of her and she couldn’t cope with the contradicting pulls on her system.

She’d known he was ripped. She’d known he was big and strong. But not even in her wildest fantasies—and there’d been hundreds of those—had she quite grasped just how it’d feel to have all of him bearing down on her; all of his focus and attention and power fully on her.

She panted desperately. “Please. Please.”

“What do you want?” He growled, thrusting faster, deeper.

“You,” she admitted. “I want you.”

“Have me then.”

He rode her hard, just the way she needed him to. With no mercy, no let-up of the power he’d unleashed. He was simply fierce. It took mere moments before her body locked—that terrible tension stringing her taut like a branch bent almost to break point. But he still didn’t stop. He smashed her. She shuddered about him, the orgasm wrecking her.

“Hunter,” she screamed, unable to hold back, letting out the raw admission of need and pleasure. He twisted her up so totally.

“Was that so difficult?” he asked when she finally collapsed, all tension flung from her body.

“Oh Hunter,” she panted. “Don’t be smug. I won’t like you.” Because it hadn’t been difficult, it had been insane. And now she didn’t think she’d ever move again. Every muscle felt weakened—depleted of all strength.

“You want to like me? That’d be nice. I like you.”

A low wave of panic swirled. “Hunter…”

“Stop thinking. Stop worrying. Just be here. With me. This moment.”

“But—”

He kissed her again. A sweet, slow lazy kiss. “This moment is all there is. This, right now, is all that matters.”

Oh hell, he had to be right. Because it was all she could do now. This, with him.

She kissed him back—he was so good at kissing. She’d never known how luscious, how lovely, just kissing could be. But this wasn’t quite just kissing. He was slowly rocking, still locked deep inside her body—caressing her, connected with her in the most intimate way possible. The truth dawned on her.

“You didn’t come?” She eyed him in breathless, helpless amazement. She was so replete, so satisfied. “How could you not have come?”

He actually smiled. “I’m just not as fast as you.”

“But you haven’t had sex in ages. I thought you’d…”

“Thought I’d what, come in ten seconds like you?” he laughed, but there was an edge of strain to his humor. “Sorry. No. I refuse to let this be finished that soon.”

But it wasn’t easy—she could tell from the tension in his eyes, in his muscles. But that was how determined he was. How much self-control he had. How much he wanted her.

“I want to see you come and come again,” he said, suddenly serious and his words tumbled rapidly and rough. I want to make you so wet, I want to taste it. I want to lick every inch, drink every drop. I want to slide here, deep as I can and fucking stay here. I ca


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