“Are ye havin’ second thoughts?” he asked thickly.
If she said she was, it would surely kill him.
But she raised her gaze and shook her head with a smile. “Not in the slightest.”
With a sigh of relief, he pulled her back into his arms, her skin so soft and hot against his, and kissed her as if they were already married, as if they had an entire life ahead of them, filled with the sort of passion and magic that most people could only dream about.
Nancy clung to Hunter, savoring every second of his kiss, his embrace, the feel of his bare skin against hers.
It was almost overwhelming, emotion rising in her like a tide, for in his kiss, in the safety of his arms, she realized she had found something that hadn’t existed in a long time: home.
If there was no danger coming for him tomorrow, she knew now that there would be no question in her mind of whether she should stay or leave. This wasn’t something a person could easily give up, just as it wasn’t something a person could easily stand to lose.
It’s like I’ve always known you.The pendant at her throat tingled in something like agreement.It’s like I lost you before, somewhere along the way, and now I’ve found you again… and everything is right with the world.
She kissed him harder, struggling to remember to take a breath. And as he kissed her back in kind, his strong arms lifted her off the floor, and her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips.
His kiss never faltering, he carried her to the bed as if she weighed nothing at all, and carefully lay her down on soft blankets. There, she relished in the weight of him on top of her, and the teasing push of his cock, still held back from breaching her by the fabric of her panties.
“Oh God!” she gasped, her hips tilting to meet that delicious pressure.
With a smile, Hunter moved away from her lips, leaving a trail of searing kisses along her jaw and down the column of her throat. Slow and sensual, blissfully agonizing in its intensity.
A moment later, as he kissed his way down her chest, she held her breath when his mouth closed over her erect nipple. His tongue flicked against it, and her hands smoothed over the broad muscles of his back, her fingernails drawing faint tracks across his skin.
“Yes… Oh… oh, yes!” she moaned as he sucked, her fingernails sinking into his flesh, her pleasure heightened by the low growl that rumbled in his chest.
Slowly, he continued downward, leaving no inch of skin unkissed or untasted. As he kissed over the swell of her hip and down her thigh, she was already on the edge of exploding.
He hooked his thumbs under the band of her panties and eased them down, taking his sweet time to kiss his way back up the length of her legs, making her wait.
It didn’t matter how much she moaned or writhed. He was the one in control, raising the anticipation to unknown heights, until she was about ready to beg for more of him.
So, when he slid his tongue over her clit, it was as if an entire fireworks display had detonated at once, her body ablaze with a rush of pure ecstasy. Not an orgasm yet, but the promise of the most earth-shattering bliss to come, more intense than anything she’d yet experienced.
“Fuck… yes… God, yes!” she cried out as his tongue tasted her again, his fingertips sliding through her slick folds.
With the next stroke of his tongue, he slid two fingers inside her, taunting her as she thought of his long, hard cock, so thick she was a little concerned that she might struggle to take all of him.
Maybe it was the thought of him inside her, maybe it was the skillful caress of his tongue, maybe it was the talented pulse of his fingers that knew exactly where to touch, but at that moment, the rising wave of explosive bliss broke, cresting through her in a torrent so powerful that all she could do was grasp fistfuls of the blankets and cry out his name.
“Yes, Hunter… Oh… Oh, yes!” she all but screamed, her entire body seized by pleasure, her lungs forgetting to breathe, her heart pounding so hard that she could feel it in every cell of her being.
It seemed like a glorious eternity of absolute euphoria before the sensation began to ebb, the pleasure releasing her body from its potent grip. But this time, unlike the last times, she knew it didn’t have to end there.
“I want you,” she panted, dizzy with satisfaction.
He kissed her stomach, a sly grin on his lips as he looked up at her. “Ye do?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, Hunter.”
“Beg for me,” he urged.
He withdrew his fingers slowly and began to move back up her body, his lips trailing kisses across her feverish skin.
“Please,” she moaned. “Please, Hunter. I want you.”
“How much?”
