Page 182 of Hunger


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“Again!”

“It’s mine sometimes… and yours at others.”

I feel the exhale leaving his body as it presses against my back. It’s as if the concession allows him to breathe, to feel in control again. He contemplates my answer for what feels like forever before finally speaking.

“Seeing as this pussy is being more apologetic to me than you are”—he drives into me, his muscles straining above me—“And seeing as your training hasn’t begun yet, I’ll take it. For now.”

And with that, he begins to fuck me in earnest, first pulling both of my hands behind my back and holding them together with one hand, using the other to press into my clit over and over as he slams his dick very deep inside me, while whispering deviant words into my ear.

By the time he orders me to come for him and my body goes over the edge, I squeal into the table as a ridge of ecstasy rolls in a wave up my body, turning my limbs to liquid, as he begins to groan more loudly, his thrusts unforgiving as he uses my pussy to bring himself to orgasm while inhaling the desperate sounds I make as I experience another mind-blowing, body-disintegrating orgasm that I thought would never come.

His lips slip against my temple. “You like that, huh, little brat?”

I refrain from telling him he’s God, and instead close my eyes, my body totally limp as he uses it to get what he wants.

He positions his mouth over my ear as he comes, exhaling the most sinful notes of pleasure over and over as he shoots his load deep inside me, growling like the most savage of beasts.

We don’t move for a while. He blankets my back as he breathes me in, until finally slowly withdrawing, leaving his cum dripping out of me.

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Greyson

The crackle of a log splitting makes her shift beneath the blanket she’s swathed in, a high-pitched exhalation floating from between her ever-enticing lips.

I study the freckles dotting that cute little nose of hers and the way her slim fingers coil inwards as if to protect her neck.

The dancing flames of the fire behind me and the very first gleams of light from a rising sun are the only light in the room, illuminating her face in wisps of heat.

I lift the large blanket covering us a little, placing my leg over hers and drawing her into me so that my lips hover over her ethereal face.

My cock is as hard as wood as it is every morning and laying against her taut abdomen. I contemplate easing her naked body onto her back and slowly fucking her awake, but after the ravaging she bravely took last night, I’m not sure how sore she’ll be, so decide to leave that particular wake-up call for another morning.

I've never been able to sleep in bed with a woman—not since I was a child, anyway. I've attempted it in the past but ended up so agitated, my mind and body wracked with memories of long ago that I've had to either leave the bed, or spend all night in physical torment waiting for it to be over.

Or at least, I once did, many years ago, when I tried to be normal.

When I pretended I was.

I gave up that pretense years ago, with Gabriella happy to let me do it.

Now lying here, not only does my skin not crawl at sharing a bed, a makeshift bed on the thick rug next to the fireplace, but I can’t take my eyes off the vexatious little creature lying next to me.

My fingers can’t help but gently press into her skin, our naked bodies warm for being wrapped in each other, incubated beneath the blanket.

I can’t help feeling my treacherous internal smile as she stirs further, little noises and sighs fluttering from her lips as she shifts as I bend my knee and pull her in closer from behind, wrapping one arm around her as I stare down at her face.

“Am I dreaming?” she asks, eyes still closed.

The sweet words jar me, taking me back to that violent nightmare of hers I witnessed a week ago, the reasons for which I never got a chance to ascertain.

“You might be,” I whisper only for her to inhale sharply, letting out a long slow breath.

“Then you’re a very mean man to wake me up.”

Her wrist twists, her fingertips finding my chest which she presses into, exhaling pleasure as she explores the muscle. My cock throbs against her skin as her hand delves down, investigating the ridges of my body until she lets out a sweet gasp which I hunger to inhale as her fingers enter into contact with the stiff column.

They wrap around it, her eyes still closed as she pulls at my cock, moaning her arousal.

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