Page 43 of Hunger


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I groaned and shifted her forward so I could undo the top button of my pants. I eased the zipper down to relieve some of the pressure. My dick pressed against my boxer briefs, and Eden skimmed a hungry gaze over the hard ridge.

I ran a hand down myself. “Like what you see?”

She lifted a shoulder. “Maybe.”

My mouth twitched up. “I can smell you, you know—and feel that hot little pussy on my leg. You’re wet, baby.”

Her cheeks pinkened again, but she managed an eye-roll. “Thanks for the play-by-play.”

I almost laughed aloud.

How did she do that? Make me want to smile even when I was angry at her?

Shaking my head at myself, I arranged her on my lap so her back was to me, her legs open on my thighs. When I slid my fingers into her panties, she was even wetter than before.

“You’re so ready.” I teased her with my fingertip. “Tell me you want to be fucked. Tell me you want my dick inside you, making you scream.”

She swallowed and pressed back against me, her panty-clad ass brushing over my erection. “It’s…nothing personal,” she choked out, still fighting me. “I’m just…so damn horny these days. Hormones.”

“Nothing personal, huh? Oh, baby, you’re going to pay for that.”

I’d already intended to tease her, then send her away needy and wanting. Payback for the past two-and-a-half months.

Now I intended to draw out the torment. I undid her bra and removed it.

“Put your hands around the back of my neck.”

We’d played games like this before. She swallowed, like she was thinking of disobeying me, then apparently thought better of it and complied.

The position arched her back so her breasts were displayed for my greedy gaze. They weren’t just bigger, they were rounder, the nipples larger and darker.

“So fucking sexy,” I said under my breath.

I pinched each nipple again, harder this time. She moaned a protest at the same time she pushed her breast into my fingers, wordlessly showing how much she liked it. On my lap she widened her thighs even more, seeking my touch there, too, while still keeping her hands linked around my neck.

I put my hand on her mound over her panties. The satin was soaked now, my brain filled with the sexy ocean scent of her.

I cupped her firmly, possessively. “What do you want?”

I sensed her inner struggle, but she caved. “You,” she admitted lowly.

I grazed my fingers over her clit. “D’you like that?”

A rapid nod. “Yes. You know I do.”

“Hm.” I teased her for a minute, maybe more. Waiting until she gave needy mewl.

“What’s the matter?” I rasped against her temple.

“You know.” Her fingers dug into my nape. Her hips lifted, straining for more.

“Do I?”

“Please,” she whispered brokenly. “Please, Talon. I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me.”

Normally if she begged me for something, she’d get what she wanted. That was how the game went. She liked begging, and I liked granting her wishes.

And gods, I ached to bury myself in her.

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