Page 17 of The Guardian


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A primitive part of him wanted to hear her plead and beg him to give her release. To admit to the same desire as was coursing through his own body.

“I do not know!” she cried out her frustration. “Only that there is something… Somethingmore, that is aching to explode deep inside me.”

Hunter felt a swelling of satisfaction as Evie’s words revealed she had no previous knowledge of the release she was seeking and needed. That neither she nor another man had touched her nor pleasured her before him.

“Part your legs more,” he instructed gruffly, his breath catching in his throat when her doing so revealed the glistening and swollen lips guarding her channel to his avid gaze. “More,” he encouraged. His cock throbbed as the engorged nubbin between her folds was also revealed to him.

Saliva flooded his mouth at the thought of having his lips, tongue, and teeth on that nubbin, sucking, licking, biting until Evie was hurled into a release so intense, it caused her whole body to quake and fragment.

But her previous questions had revealed this would be her first physical climax. Much as Hunter wished to make it an unforgettable experience for her, he did not wish it to become so overwhelming in its intensity that it frightened her.

That pleasure he would keep for her second release, when he might perhaps join her.

Hunter felt a squirt of his own juices from the tip of his cock just thinking of having Evie’s hot pussy lips pressing against his engorged cock as he rubbed and thrust them both to a mutual climax.

“You are so wet and swollen,” he bent to murmur against her ear as his fingers returned to stroking and pressing against that pulsing nubbin. “So needy,” he ground out as he felt the shaking of her body against his thighs. “Beg me for release, Evie,” he bit out harshly. “Plead with me to end your torment.”

She gasped. “I cannot—”

“Do it,” he encouraged softly.

“No,” she groaned.

“If you do, I guarantee your reward will be an ecstasy unlike anything you have ever experienced.” There was a reason they called the moments of sexual climax apetite mort.

Evie shook her head, her lips pressed tightly together to prevent her from speaking.

“I see,” Hunter murmured in disappointment before removing his hand from between her thighs.

“No!” she cried out in protest at that departure. “Please, Hunter.”

“Please what?”

“Give me the release I crave,” she choked. “But please stop tormenting me.”

Hunter was torturing himself as much as he was Evie, the spurts of his pre-cum having made his drawers uncomfortably wet. But he needed Evie to consciously know, to ask for, what he wished to give her. If she saw that as his tormenting her, then so be it.

Instead of resuming those caresses Hunter gently rolled Evie onto her back, then slid his arms beneath her shoulders and knees and lifted her as he stood to turn and set her carefully on top of the bedcovers.

It was the first time he’d allowed himself to look at her completely naked body, and his gaze now devoured every perfect inch of her.

Her limbs were long and silky. Her breasts were small, but the nipples were engorged and as tempting as two ripe berries. Her waist was slender, her abdomen flat, dark curls covering the mound between her thighs.

Curls that were unmistakeably wet from the release of her juices when Hunter gently parted and then knelt between her thighs.

He lifted his gaze to meet and hold Evie’s hot and feverish one as he then slid down the bed until he could bury his face in those damp curls.

His cock throbbed and ached as he breathed in the heady aroma of the glistening lubrication of her arousal visible on the pouting lips that were the entrance to Evie’s channel.

His fingers moved to part the folds above, baring her red and swollen clit, before he lowered his head and began to feast.

CHAPTEREIGHT

Evie’s defenses fled. She had no strength to utter any words of protest from the moment Hunter’s fingers bared the throbbing nubbin between her folds before lowering his face there.

She groaned low in her throat as the rasping heat of Hunter’s tongue licked and then lashed against that nubbin. He alternated that soft caress and hard probing until Evie thought she would go insane from the pleasure building higher and higher inside her, her release remaining just out of reach.

“Please.” She reached down and buried her hands in his dark auburn hair as she pressed his mouth closer still. “Please, Hunter,” she begged. “Please!”

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