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Not something. Someone.
I squeal at the sudden fright, my heart nearly imploding from the rush of excitement, and I fight not to grin.
“Does he like it when you run?” the hunter growls in my ear as he calmly unties my skirt.
“I believe so,” I breathlessly reply, his erection pressing against my back.
“I know what you’re doing, Ada,” he informs me as he relaxes his grip.
I gently pull away, turning my head to grin at him, but I stop. His eyes are still black, not yet fading from his hunt. So, I run once more, though he doesn’t let me get far this time.
Connak grabs me from behind, his arm tightly winding around my chest, under my breasts. But we’re both in motion with this catch, causing us to lose balance. A shallow pool of water forms below us, the tension on the surface reminding me of an overfilled waterbed. It slightly bounces with our weight, but we don’t sink into it.
“Clever trick,” he quips, his smile growing devious as he looks down at me. “How long can you hold it?”
I open my mouth to reply, but Connak grabs my chin between his thumb and forefinger as he swallows my words. His tongue battles with mine, though he doesn’t seek dominance. No matter how much I give, he intends to devour every breath I take, as if all the air surrounding us is his. As if he’ll only share that oxygen when I’ve become too lightheaded without it.
My hands roam up his arms until I can tangle my fingers in his hair to pull him closer. I crave the heat of his skin, searing this memory into my mind as he settles his weight atop me.
But Connak doesn’t bend to my will.
His dexterous fingers nimbly work at the jeweled buttons of my shorts, taking care not to rip them completely away from the fabric. He slowly unwraps me like he may break his reward.
I yank at his shirt, forever impatient to trace the masterpiece of his body, all of his soft scars and hard muscles. His movements are a sharp juxtaposition to mine, especially as he continues to treat my mouth as his favorite candy. But I kiss him languidly, only breathing what he shares.
Connak reluctantly parts from my mouth to help me remove his shirt before he unties the front of his pants, releasing himself to my now wandering hands.
My fingertips barely grace the satin skin of his thick cock, and he’s pulling me away, my wrists captured in his grasp and held above my head.
He pushes my thin shorts down, just below my knees, and then his lips are silencing me once more. It’s like he knows I was one breath away from a snarky remark about him needing both hands to undress me.
He doesn’t.
Connak grabs my lower thigh and pulls my left leg up, opening me to all his daily desires. My shorts drift down my right calf, pooling at my foot.
As if to emphasize how wrong I was, he glides the head of his cock between my slick folds and slides inside me, sheathing himself to the hilt.
“Connak,” I sigh, drawing his name out as he once again steals my breath.
Black eyes stare down at me, and a thrilling tingle races along my spine as his smirk becomes ravenous. He’s no longer concerned with breaking his reward. Connak’s thrusts are slow yet powerful, bordering on too deep as he gazes into my eyes. He means for his pace to teach me a lesson.
He’s the predator who has caught his prey.
Only instead of tearing me to shreds, he worships me. This quiet sandy beach is the temple which holds the altar of my body where he tempts me with his offering. He drops to his knees to call upon me. A whispered prayer falls from his lips as he begs me to spare him, for I am his goddess.
Connak doesn’t hold my heart. He owns a piece of my soul, the very thing that will remain me as the millennia pass us by. My heart, though? It only beats for one, and that is the ocean.
The gravity of this sentiment swells inside me, leaving me bereft as I drown in my emotions. They are as vast and deep as the ocean, as swift as the river, but as calm as a crystal clear lake on a summer morning.
My nails dig into his back, dragging across smooth skin and scars until I can feel his blood well to the surface, slick on my fingertips. Every pump of his hips drags me further into the current, building momentum as waves crash around us.
“Ada, my goddess,” he softly murmurs, his chocolate eyes searching mine.
As badly as I want this moment to last forever, the tone of his voice brings me to heel, willing to give him more than the very breath from my lungs as I return his belief. If I am his goddess, then he is my reason.
Between us, the dam wall breaks, flooding our senses. We freely jump, plummeting through the waterfall of pleasure one after the other… And the bed beneath us evaporates, turning our metaphorical freefall into an actual drop.
Connak is quick to catch me, snaking his arms around my back and head to keep me from colliding with the abrasive sand. The impromptu tumble separates us well before I’m ready, but it’s hard to complain when he’s done exactly what every woman longs for without me needing to ask or plead.
