Page 83 of Infernal Hunger


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“What do you want now, Trine?” I ask her.

I watch as her throat works, curls of blonde hair framing her pretty face.

“I want you to fuck me,” she says softly.

“Whatever you want,” I say. I slide my hands down her sides, toward her legs, until she has them wrapped around me. I keep kissing her on the mouth, pushing softly into her at first. She wraps her legs around me and pulls me close to her, until I’m deep inside of her, and she groans against my ear as I thrust into her core.

“That feel good?” I ask her.

“Feels so fucking good,” she says. “You feel so fucking good.

She moans against my shoulder again, her hair tickling my face, moaning and gasping against my skin. She’s wild with need and I’m more than happy to fuck her until she’s screaming my name–I think it’s my name, it’s pretty incoherent and it’s muffled by my shoulder. Her legs tighten around me again and she moves her head back, hard enough to hit herself on the wall behind her before I can catch her.

“Ouch,” she says, laughing, her eyes half-open. Then she bites down on her lower lip, so hard I think she might actually draw blood. Her face is flushed pink, her pupils so large I can’t see the brown in her eyes.

“Does this hurt?” I ask as I fuck her, slowing down a little.

“No,” she says.

“Then what do you want?”

“Harder,” she says. “I want you to fuck me harder.”

I’m happy to oblige. I want to fuck her until she can’t see straight, so I speed up, her hips meeting me stroke by stroke until I’m having a hard time holding back.

“Do you want to come inside me, Misha?” she whispers in my ear.

“Yes,” I hear myself saying. “Yes.”

“Do it,” she says, her legs tightening around me. “I want you to.”

She breathes hard against my mouth, so close it could be easy to kiss her, but I don’t think I can do anything but focus on the way her muscles clench around me. She breathes hard against me, her forehead against mine, her body shuddering as she tilts her head back again, just barely missing the wall behind her.

“Fuck,” she says. “Fuck, that feels so fucking good.”

I don’t answer her. I just keep going a little faster, a little harder, until she’s moaning and screaming. Her hands are on my shoulders, her fingers digging into me.

I keep fucking her hard, until she’s writhing her hips against me again, and her muscles are clenching around me again. I can’t hold back anymore, and as she comes, so do I, my muscles clenching as I do.

We come together at the same time, until she practically crumbles in front of me. She unwraps her legs from around my waist and I help put her down on the floor.

“You good?” I ask her as she leans back, her eyes glazed with pleasure.

“Very good,” she says. She stands on the tips of her toes, plants a sweet kiss on my lips, then moves away from him. “I’m going to go have a shower. Can you get the other guys up here?”

“Oh?”

“We need to talk,” she says, cocking her head, a smile on her face.

I move away from her. “What about him?” I ask, cocking my head toward Malon. I don’t want to look back at him, but I know he’s there, watching, waiting.

Trine wrinkles her nose. “I need a break,” she says. “But it’s very nice of you to worry. You don’t have to. I’ll take care of him, too.”

“I can wait for you,” Malon says. “As long as you want me to.”

She laughs, throwing her head back. “We should probably get out of Alana’s hair,” she says. “But yeah, we can talk about this later. After I’ve had a shower.”

“Okay,” I say, moving away from her so I can let her through. She looks me up and down, her cheeks still rosy pink. Her gaze flits between the two of us before she opens the door. “Don’t go anywhere, guys. I’ll be right back.”

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