Page 93 of Hunter's Revenge


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A delicious fire burns through my core, and the sensation ripples through my body, mind, and soul. I’m cut adrift in this euphoric state of being until his hips jerk and he comes, too, flooding my passage with hot cum.

He pauses for a few moments and we both take short, shallow breaths, inhaling the poignant scent of our wild lovemaking. No, we don’t make love. I’m not sure he knows how to. That was fucking. The cold, hard kind you’d expect from two people who are possessed by lust.

What is he going to do now?

What amIgoing to do now?

He said all night. Did he mean it?

Malik holds me closer and steps out of the shower, carrying me.

I get confirmation that he meant every word he said when he takes me to the bed, sets me down, and guides me to kneel on all fours.

“Ready again, Malyshka? I am.” He grabs a handful of my ass and slams back into my pussy before I can answer.

I’m shocked that he’s rock hard again, and so quickly, but I don’t get to think.

I start feeling again when he picks up where we left off and pounds into me.

This position always feels so damn good, and the rhythm of his relentless thrusts jolting my body forward is like a forbidden dance of sweet pleasure.

His presence wraps around me and I’m consumed by him.Malik Volkova.

Time passes and still he continues fucking me with unwavering stamina.

I don’t know how long he takes me this way, but I come, and I come, and I come.

I come until my nerves shatter into fragments and we both crumble, falling onto the bed.

Not a second passes before we’re tangled together between the sheets and he’s inside me again.

Not just in my body but in my head, wrapping his raw dominating presence around every thought and every neuron in my brain.

He doesn’t stop touching me, and I’m the same with him.

But then exhaustion claims me. I close my eyes for what feels like a few seconds at most, but when I open them again, bright sunshine greets me.

It’s morning.

The day before the wedding.

And once again, Malik is gone.

* * *

I get dressed and leave the room, opting to go to the library so I can avoid everyone. I’m not in the mood to see anybody today. Nor am I in the mood to sketch anything.

Yesterday I made quite a bit of progress on the additional designs for my line and I don’t want to mess up my mojo with bad vibes.

I just need to be by myself today, somewhere I can think. I’m not even going to get Sebastian.

I know he’s safe and happy. Jeanne showed me the little area she’d fixed up for him near the sun room. It’s bigger than what he had at home in Wilmington.

I’ve reached a point where I don’t know myself.

Last night jarred me, and I don’t think I can talk to anyone today. In fact, it

would be best if I avoid people altogether.

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