I nodded, the room blurred around me, then I found myself in my bedroom and pushed forward onto my bed. The soft bedding contrasted sharply with the firm grip of his hand at the back of my neck, holding me in place so I couldn’t escape. A thrill ran through me, a mixture of excitement and vulnerability as I felt the weight of his presence above me.
His lips brushed my ear, warm and maddeningly slow, his breath a heated whisper that curled down my spine.
“Count to ten for me,” he rasped, voice dark and commanding—no room for questions, only obedience.
Before I could respond, his palm cracked against my arse with a sharp slap. I gasped, the sting blooming into a delicious burn as he pressed me down, holding me exactly where he wanted me—trembling, breathless, and utterly his.
“One,” I responded shakily.
Another slap just as hard came next, “Two,” I continued, my voice louder now.
The thrill of the game only intensified my desire. Each number felt like a challenge, a dance of power and submission that left me breathless.
He paused momentarily, relishing how I responded to him, his hand still firm around my neck. Then another slap landed, harder this time, eliciting a scream that echoed in the room. He chuckled darkly at my reaction. The heat of his tongue slid up the curve of my spine, following the inked patterns etched intomy skin like he was memorising every mark. Each slow stroke sent shivers dancing across my nerves.
“You scream so fucking pretty.”
Each number fell from my lips rougher than the last, my voice shaking with every strike, harder and deeper.
But my traitorous body? A shameless little hussy, craving every delicious sting like it was a gift.
The world outside faded, and I surrendered to him, to the way he made me feel. He rolled me over with a playful ease, a devilish smile on his lips, his finger trailed across my chest, teasingly swirling around my nipple.
“You did so well,” he praised.
“Now, if you tell me the truth, I’ll let you come on my tongue.” The promise sent a wave of longing through me, and I bit my lip, trying to hold back the whimper threatening to escape.
God, I wanted that.
I wanted everything he had to offer.
“Ronan helped me,” the truth slipped out as he pulled my nipple hard, a spark of pain blending seamlessly with pleasure.
“Ronan?” He repeated, his brow arched in mock disbelief.
“One of the hunters from last week,” I clarified.
His expression shifted, a mixture of intrigue and irritation flashing across his face. He clicked his tongue, pinching my nipple once more, and I arched my back in response, craving more than just the teasing touch.
I needed him to do something—anything.
I didn’t care now if it meant letting him in; the loneliness had become unbearable. I wanted to embrace the fire between us and finally break free from the shackles of isolation.
“You’re still alive,” he said quietly.
I suppose if it were any other hunter, I would be dead right now.
“I guess having someone else around to protect you isn’t so bad.” A smile played at the corner of his lips before he crushed them against mine.
His kisses were intoxicating, turning my world into a haze of desire. He trailed his lips down my neck, leaving little nips across my flesh.
“Now, little witch, I’m going to bury my mouth between your thighs and worship your pussy until I forget how to fucking breathe.”
“Yes,please.”
He tilts his head, gaze smouldering, a playful shadow tugging at his mouth. I rose onto my elbows, anticipation coiling in my gut.
“I couldn’t help but notice all those highlighted pages,” he drawled, voice laced with amusement.
