Page 146 of Resurgent

His hand shoots out, catching my wrist before I can shove past him.

I try to jerk free, but his other hand closes around my second arm just as quickly.

“Hunter—”

Rain slides down between us, the storm picking up around the clearing, droplets running down his temples and along the hard line of his jaw.

“Are you done?” his voice is gentle, an irritating contrast to the inferno I’m feeling.

“No."

"Always so fucking stubborn."

I twist my wrists, trying to pull free, but it only makes his grip tighten slightly—not enough to hurt, just enough to remind me that I’m not running again.

A moan escapes me, but I'm not ready to give up the fight.

His dick pushes against me, his warm breath spreading goosebumps down my wet neck.

"You're saying you don't want me, but your body doesn't seem to agree, Sir."

“That’s not what I said.”

“Really? Because that’s exactly what it felt like.”

For a moment, we are in another standoff, neither of us moving, neither of us speaking. A crash of lightning consumes the sky, the bolts so bright, I can see the raindrops falling from his hair as he watches the droplets running down my arms that he still holds pinned above my head.

His gaze drifts over my face, slower this time, like he’s trying to read every emotion I’m failing to hide.

“You think I turned you down?” he asks, voice lower now, rougher.

“You did.”

His biceps flex above me, and then he leans closer. “No, I didn’t. I was about to tell you that I don’t know how to do this. I’ve never loved anyone the way I want you, and I…" his voice lowers to a whisper, his eyes looking everywhere but at me, "I don't want to hurt you."

A short gasp escapes me, my hand immediately shooting to cover my mouth.

A look of surprise, confusion, and hurt quickly covers the flash of embarrassment I see cross his face, and it takes me all of two seconds to put the pieces together. He thinks I’m laughing at him.

“Hunter—Hunt…I don’t want you gentle,” I promise as I bring his face back towards mine, desperately wanting him to see the sincerity in my eyes. “That literally sounds like my own form of torture…only second to all of this edging you’ve been putting me through the last few months.”

A little smile tugs at his lips, and I seize my opportunity to turn this night around.

“I want you to consume me, control me, fucking wreck me…and if you really mean what you said, preferably tell me you love me again when you're not about to bury yourself inside of me…which you better do right fucking now,” I smile, and that’s all it takes.

His lips are on mine, our tongues battling for dominance as he pins my arms back above my head with a strength that makes me moan with need as my body writhes beneath him, my back barely registering the cuts everywhere my sports bra covers, or the blood I’m going to pretend is more raindrops.

Thankfully, he quickly catches on, lifting me to wrap my legs around his waist before he’s lowering us down to the ground, our lips never breaking apart as he fumbles awkwardly to pull off my now drenched leggings.

“No underwear, are you serious, Seiri?” he growls.

“I didn't exactly analyze my outfit before coming for you,” I respond, before my words register and I’m quickly covering my mouth.

“I don’t think so,” he laughs, pulling my hands away. “I have been dying to hear every sound you make, and you won’t deny me tonight, will you?”

“Maybe,” I tease, before his hand I never registered moving, aggressively flicks my hardened nipple.

“Ow!” I protest, but before the sound has even died, a low moan follows from my lips.