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She was supposed to be a nonchalant opponent whose motto was “Do your worst.”
“Sure, go ahead,” she said, forcing herself to sound uninterested, hoping to recover some ground after he had taken her by surprise. “You still won't send all my senses into orbit; let me see stars and lose all manner of abandonment.”
“You mean come?” he asked with a slight quirk to his mouth.
“Yes, that. You won't be able to make me do that.”
“Is that so?”
“That is precisely so,” she smirked until she almost bit her tongue off when he took a mouthful of her inner thigh. He sucked on her skin, drawing her flesh into his mouth with strong, hard pulls. He bit her, and she quaked in intense, sweltering pain before he licked and sucked until she was sure he'd left a bruising hickey on her skin.
She had to stop him before she was unable to stop herself. She tried to pull herself up, but he was having none of that. He pulled on the chain, and she twisted her body in sheer erotic agony. The lips of her sex felt swollen and drenched, and her clit pulsed with greed.
He kissed his way upward, floating over her swollen bead and avoiding it completely. His mouth settled on her smooth mons, and she purred as he planted soft kisses on her, unable to stop herself from raising her hips to catch his lips.
But soon his soft kisses changed. He gripped her skin with his mouth and started sucking, hard, before he went onto the next piece of her flesh. He roamed to the other side of her thigh, leaving even more bite marks in his wake. He rendered her delirious with want and fervid with need. How could this be happening to her? Why was she allowing herself to feel these things?
And then he swiped his tongue down her center. She careened off the table. His touch scalded her. But he held her fast and continued to stroke her with his tongue. He suckled on her lips, one each, then both. He seemed to inhale her scent, and she felt rather than hear him growl deep in his chest.
He took hold of her completely, sucking on her as if he owned her. She tossed her head from side to side. She wanted to scream, but something inside of her stopped her because she wasn't sure if they were alone, and she didn't want his staff to find her with her legs open and being sucked by their boss.
He took her clit between his teeth, and with just one flick of his tongue and a strong pull on the chain connected to the clamps at her nipples, she felt herself cracking down the middle. A strange, unknown, yet wondrous, whip-sharp voracity demanded she shatter like glass. Her whole body shook as if the waves of a rough sea collided within her.
She came in his mouth, the walls of her pussy clenching and pulsing as more wetness seeped from her. Wetness that he sucked up into his mouth as if he were starving for her.
She came down from it a different person—someone frantic, anxious, and empty. She needed more. So much more.
Nothing made sense, and somehow everything seemed to make sense at the same time. She wanted him. No, she needed him. She craved with a life-dependent avidity to have a part of him anchor himself deep inside her body.
With her hands trembling, she eagerly searched for him between her legs as she lifted herself partly off the table.
She could hear the vibration of his softly spoken, rough expletives against her flesh. He growled almost angrily at her as he continued to suck at her, lapping at her wetness with such intensity that she felt as if she were going to come again.
“Hunter,” she whispered, the urgency in her voice unrecognizable. At once, he looked up into her face, and she knew she was on the verge of no return.
“Fuck.” He swore as he rose from the chair, his hand in her hair as he lifted her up to sit.
Kensley slapped her hand over her mouth, biting into her palm to stop her from saying that one damning word.
Bicycle.
She knew when she looked at Hunter, she did so with defeat shining from her eyes. She was going to lose because she couldn’tnotknow what it would feel like to have him inside her.
With defeat, there also lurked despair and a desire for the wrong thing.
Without taking his other hand that was gripped into her hair, she watched in confusion as he used his free hand and reached for his belt. He unbuckled it with lightning speed and whipped it through the loops of his pants. She jumped at the crackling sound as he lashed it through the air.
Handling her with one hand, he lifted her off the table and spun her around, her hair a wild mess as she faced the table she had been sitting at for what seemed like a lifetime ago, eating the most decadent desserts ever.
Everything happened so fast that she didn’t have the brain power to contemplate what he intended to do. All she knew was that if she moved her hand away from her mouth, she was going to say that one word that would liberate her in this space in time but forever haunt her thereafter.
For one split second, she froze as he pulled her hand away from her mouth, and the leather of his belt, still warm from his body, lay over her mouth. She gasped at the contact, parting her lips, and it was then that Hunter used the leather to gag her. She caved over in relief, while her body screamed at her in frustration now that her ability to say that word had been taken from her.
Again, she couldn’t compute her thoughts, his actions, or the insane situation they were both in.
In a heartbeat, he had stripped her of the dress completely until she stood naked in nothing but her heels and the clamps.
“Again.” He growled the order at her. Handling her as if she weighed nothing more than a feather, he flipped her around and placed her back onto the table, on her back with her legs parted and Hunter’s mouth on her again.
