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“It felt good when we were together,” he continued, that voice taking on a different tone. “It felt right, didn’t it? You liked when my hands were all over you. You liked when they fisted your hair.”
Heat pooled in my belly. My cheeks burned as I looked at the dirty spot on his shirt. He moved even closer, until his front was flush against mine, and those hands were in my hair now, gripping a chunk, forcing my head to look up at him.
I barely looked into his eyes when his mouth crashed against mine, kissing me gently. It was a kiss full of lies, though. He wasnot gentle. I gripped his shirt to me, kissing him back, feeling that familiar high I got every time his wet mouth locked to mine. Dizzying. Addictive. Destructive too if one fell too fast in that kiss. Hunter was a tornado to my emotions. Fucking with my head always. Twisting me apart and he didn’t even try. He dug under my skin, gripped my heart in an iron grip and ruthlessly squeezed at that pumping chunk of muscle like he owned it.
His tongue stroked mine, and I moaned into his mouth. We kissed harder, lips fused together as his hands ran down the length of me, settling under my ass. He picked me up and turned us around, settling me on the hood of his car as he kissed me in the pouring rain, swallowing every sound I made.
He pulled away, lips skirting along my cheek so he could whisper in my ear, “You called me to fuck me. You won’t admit it, but I know, Skye.”
My heart beat louder than the thunder that tore the sky. I shut my eyes as his hand went under my shirt, tracing up my spine, his touch searing. I melted into him, unable to resist. My legs tightened around his hips, and he picked me up again, taking me back to the truck. He opened the backdoor with one hand and settled me gently on the bench seat. It was pitch black, but I could feel the heat of his eyes on me as he climbed in after me. He didn’t bother shutting the door as he laid over me. Like vines, my legs twisted around him as he dropped his mouth to mine, kissing me harder.
The wind gusted around us, bellowing a wicked melody as the trees swayed loudly, some of the branches cracking over us. I shook from need, teeth clattering together as Hunter’s hands gripped my pants, shoving them down my legs. There was no gentleness in his touch as he tore them off me. He didn’t take his time, and neither did I. I grabbed at his dirty shirt and pulled it over his head, flinging it across the car. He unbuttoned my uniform shirt with deft fingers and splayed it open, his hand swallowing my breast through the bra. He dropped his mouth to my chest, pulling down one cup of my bra to wrap his mouth around my nipple. I arched my back to him, breathing heavily as he lapped his tongue against the tip. Jolts of pleasure flooded my core, and I dug my fingers into his back, silently begging him to stop and take me.
“Hunt…” I moaned.
He sucked my nipple hard, sending a line of tingles straight to my core.
“Hunt…” I repeated restlessly.
He brought his mouth back to mine, skirting a kiss along my lips, featherlight and teasing. I cracked my eyelids open to look at him. It was pitch black, but I could see the outline of his face, could see his eyes pinned to mine.
“Admit it,” he gruffly said, trailing his tongue along the seam of my lips. “I want to hear you say it, Skye.”
I groaned in defeat. “Why do I have to say it?”
“Because I need to hear it.”
There was an ache in his voice that made me still. I held my breath for a moment, feeling my cheeks burn as I let that air out of my lungs, slowly admitting, “I wanted you to fuck me. I need a hard touch…I need to be put in my place. I’ve been miserable, okay?” More irritably, I retorted, “Happy now?”
But he didn’t offer a smug response. “No,” he simply said.
We stared at each other, saying nothing for a few moments. I ran my fingers through his hair, and he shut his eyes, welcoming my gentle touch.
Because who else had ever been gentle with this man?
“You need this too,” I whispered, solemnly.
He swallowed, forcing a nod.
“What is the matter with us?” I wondered softly.
“Nothing—everything,I don’t know anymore.” He dropped his forehead to mine, looking at me intently. “Am I still your prince, Skye? Or do you just see a savage?”
I offered him a wobbly kiss. “You’re my dandelion prince, Hunt.”
His lips flinched, and then he closed the gap between our mouths.
He kissed me, consuming me. His hand burned a path down my body, settling between my legs. I gasped as he trailed his fingers over my core, rubbing me softly as he continued to make out with me. His tongue hungrily lapped mine. He sucked at my lips, kissed me deeply—all while rubbing me. He pushed his fingers into me, shallow thrusts I responded frantically to. My body went taut as the flames flickered hotter inside me. My toes curled as I panted into his mouth, unable to kiss him back because the pleasure was too intense.
“Hunter…” I chanted, squeezing at his arms. “Hunter…”
“What, Skye?” he growled, nipping at my lips with his teeth as he watched me come undone.
“I’m going to—” I came hard against his hand, moaning loudly, words lost. Before I came down from my orgasm, Hunter had spread my legs apart.
His tongue was lapping my neck when he paused to groan, “Can I fuck you, Skye?”
He was kissing me, his fingers were inside me, he was feral and wanting, and he was still asking for permission? It made my heart tighten painfully in my chest. I was still shaking, shivering from the cold and the orgasm he’d given me, whispering, “Yeah, Hunt—”
