Page 83 of Hunger


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“Because I wanted to.” He drew me back into my original position with my leg over his thigh. “And you like it.”

He was right. The heat from his smacks was already moving to my sex. His hand slipped between my inner thighs again and I rocked up to meet his touch.

His teeth came to my nape, holding me still. No fangs, more like a wolf claiming its mate. His fingers spread my folds, possessing me, caressing me.

“I was with a thrall,” he said.

I tensed, a cold lump of hurt settling into my stomach. Talk about a buzzkill—and why was he telling me this? “I know.”

“I hadn’t fed since New York, and I was hungry. But I didn’t fuck her.”

“Oh.” I blinked rapidly. Even though I’d guessed it myself, I hadn’t expected him to bring it up.

“Ask me why not.” His middle finger dipped into my wetness, drew slow circles on my clit.

“Why…not?” My mind ping-ponged between his question and the erotic touches.

“Because I only want you.”

The hurt lump dissolved. “Yeah?”

“I can’t stay away from you.” He sounded perplexed, like he couldn’t understand it himself.

I turned my head so I could kiss the side of his mouth. “Then don’t.”

“Mm.” His hand was still between my legs. He drew my slickness up and around my clit.

“More.” I pressed my ass back against him, a low, inelegant sound escaping my lips.

Talon seemed to like it, though, because he brushed his fingers over me a second time. “Play with your nipples,” he said against the back of my neck.

When I obeyed, he said, “Pinch them. Make them hurt a little.”

I obeyed, then gasped, my inner walls constricting.

“Again. Harder.” He waited until I complied before sliding into me from behind. “Good girl,” he said, his mouth an inch from my ear. “I’m going to fuck you so hard because that’s what you deserve. Isn’t it?”

“Yes.” So much yes.

He began to move, slow and easy. We were in our own shadowy world beneath the four-poster’s gauzy canopy, the only sounds the creaking bed and my moans and Talon’s rough encouragement.

His rhythm changed. He moved faster now. Deeper and so good.

Between my thighs, he touched me in just the right spot. Sparks of excitement lit up my veins like a freaking firecracker had exploded.

My eyes closed. My mouth opened, sucking in breaths.

The darkness was edged with heat; it swirled and burned in me.

I was so close. So. Very. Close.

I pushed against him, frenzied with want. I’d released my breasts, but now I touched them again. Pinching my nipples. Increasing the burn.

“That’s it,” he rasped. “Take what you want.”

I drew in a breath, saying, “Yes,” and “Please,” and then all I said was his name, over and over, as the fiery darkness exploded behind my closed lids, my sex clenching rhythmically around him.

“Fuck, baby,” he said harshly. “You’re so tight.”

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