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"Say it," he demands.
"I want more." I look him in the eyes, bringing my confidence back.
Hunter laughs, his fingers brushing my chin until our eyes meet.
"I like when you're assertive."
"Oh yeah, mister billionaire?" I tease, my fingers tracing down his chest, and push him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him.
I begin to tease him, my fingers trailing down his chest, over his stomach, lower. He moans, his hands gripping my hips tightly.
But then, with a swift movement, he flips us over, pinning me beneath him again. His eyes burn with passion and dominance. "Nice try, sweetheart."
Before I can respond, his mouth claims mine in a passionate kiss, his hands roaming my body, owning every inch of me. I wrap my legs around him, desperate for more.
He thrusts his cock into me, his movements strong and steady. His name escapes from my lips in a breathy whisper, and he kisses me deeply, muffling my cries of pleasure, as I totally lose control.
He takes me with a passion that I've never felt before, each thrust sending me closer to the edge. He reaches down, his hand finding my clit, his touch pushing me over the edge. I come undone beneath him, screaming his name as waves of pleasure crash over me.
Hunter follows suit, his body tensing as he finds his release. He collapses on top of me, both of us panting. Pulling me closer, he wraps his arms around me as we come down from our high.
Hunter pulls back, his gaze intense and his breath still ragged. He brushes a loose strand of hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear.
“You know... I've been around the block a few times, and I've been with many types of women."
I tilt my head to the side.
Where is he going with this?
"But there's something about your confidence." His thumb traces the line of my jaw. "That I find sexy."
I laugh. "Is that so?"
He nods. "It's magnetic, irresistible. It's..." He struggles for a moment, searching for the right words. "It's you, Maya. Your confidence, you draw me in."
I smirk, looking into his eyes as I run my hand down his chest. "Well, I'm glad you appreciate my confidence. Because it's not going anywhere." I pause for a second. "Trust me, I've tried to get rid of it."
He raises an eyebrow. "Really? Never thought of it as a curse... I'm intrigued."
"It hasn't always been a blessing, Hunter." I shift, propping myself up on an elbow. "I mean, sure, it's empowering, but it gets me into trouble."
I'm not sure if I should continue. It feels vulnerable. But I do anyway.
"I've lost jobs because I refused to keep my mouth shut. My parents... they don’t always understand. They wish I was more... subdued, conventional...”
Hunter’s fingers trace patterns on my arm, a comforting touch.
“But that’s not you,” he says, his voice low, steady. “You’re fiery, bold, unapologetically yourself.”
I laugh, though it’s half-hearted. “Not everyone sees it that way. It feels like it’s me against the world sometimes. It gets... lonely.”
His grip tightens. And for a moment, we lay in silence, our breathing synchronized in the dim, fire-lit room. He pulls me closer.
“I understand.”
I feel the recognition. It is as if he, too, knows what it’s like to stand alone in a crowd, to be misunderstood, to be different. I see a reflection of my own struggles, my own loneliness.
He lifts my chin, his gaze softening as it meets mine. “Let’s get some sleep. We have a busy day tomorrow.”
