Page 101 of The Hunted

“Yes, there …”

She sounded all broken, now.

Still airless, though.

Her fingers wrapped around the wrist of the hand currently between her thighs, while the other tightened around the edge of the table. Every thin muscle in her neck strained with her hard cry when he told her, “Let it go and give it to me—let me slide into that cunt while you’re soaking wet and it feels like it’s begging me to fill it all up.”

She was beautiful like this.

More perfect than she should be.

Entirely dangerous.

She spent herself by his hands alone—the spasms in her pussy echoing throughout the rest of her body, too. The choked shout of his name had him leaning down close to her, just so he could watch the way her pupils blew wide when she came.

Why did she need to be like this?

“I hate you,” he murmured.

Arelle’s bottom lip trembled when she replied, “You wish you could.”

Fuck.

Fuck her, this, and every other bit of it, too.

There was nothing gentle about the way he ripped down his trousers and freed his cock to his waiting palm. The slickness on his fingers from her pussy smeared to the soft underskin of his erection with the two strokes he managed before he shoved his cock into the tight heat of her cunt.

He wasn’t soft, slow, or anything of the sort. Every flex of his hips came harder. She didn’t even tense when his fingers dug hard enough into her thighs when he widened them again that he left red marks behind.

All she whispered was, “More.”

He gave her that, too.

Arelle strained against the table and his hold when his grip went from her thigh to her throat. Pinned to the table, she still managed to arch into his body when he leaned over her. His next kiss had his blood staining her lips and he felt a dribble slide down his chin.

He hadn’t lied.

He did hate her.

He also adored her like this.

Taking every bit he gave. As wet as the sea. Brazen and wild and begging. Letting him use her to her own end and only asking for more.

This part of her was perfect. It was the rest he struggled to settle.

“Eryx, please—”

Her pussy clenched hard around his cock with his next thrust, and the high cry that cut off her next plea had him groaning thickly. Those pretty eyes of hers rolled back when she came, and her thighs clamped against him to keep him deep. It was just what he needed to send him into a release that had colors bursting behind his clenched lids while her name spilled from his lips in a shuddering breath.

By the time he opened his eyes again, the tremors had passed, but he wasn’t quite sure he could move. Beneath him, he felt the rise and fall of her chest turn in tandem with his, the longer time passed without either of them speaking.

He waited her out; he didn’t want to speak first.

She didn’t make him wait long.

With her back flat against the table, as still as could be under his hand at her jaw and the one keeping her wrists high above her head, Arelle sighed. “What was your theory?”

Eryx swallowed hard, still searching for the breath that would have to come eventually. “What?”