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Hunter grabbed my shirt and ripped it open, the buttons bouncing along the ground with little dings.
I gasped. I’d never had someone rip my clothing before. The tiny part of my brain that worried about how much this shirt had cost me was silenced by the desire that engulfed me from his eagerness to get me naked.
Hunter broke the kiss so he could tear the fabric away from my body while I stood paralyzed by a mixture of yearning and shock—thrilled and eager to find out what he planned to do next.
My skin was on alert, begging to be touched by him.
He kept me locked in his sapphire gaze as he reached behind me and unlatched my bra, my breasts falling free. Hunter’s eyes dilated at the sight before him, and he reached out and grabbed both of my breasts. Squeezing them with a pleasuring bite of pain.
My nipples hardened at the contact, and my mouth watered as Hunter devoured my body with his gaze, scanning down my stomach, my thighs. A playground waiting for him to take his anger out onto.
With my chest bare and exposed, he unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. Next, he grabbed my panties and ripped them off, too, with a merciless intensity that made me shudder in the best possible way.
The raw sexual energy between us was palpable as he pressed himself against me, his breath hot against my lips, lingering above my own. It was as if we were two wild animals caught up in a frenzy of desire, unable to control the primal urge that was driving us both to the brink of ecstasy.
Keeping his eyes locked on mine, he pressed the palm of his hand against my stomach, sliding it lower and lower until his fingers dipped between my folds.
I opened my mouth in pleasure, the bundle of nerves alive beneath his warm touch.
“You’ll scream my name, Little Leopard.” His finger breached my entrance to the knuckle. I spread my legs slightly wider, silently begging for him to go deeper, because this was torture—so close to what I wanted that it was almost painful. “Louder than you did on the hood of my car.”
It was an order, one I’d gladly obey.
Hunter thrust his finger all the way inside of me, making me topple forward slightly from the intense ecstasy. He caught me with his other hand and righted me, then palmed my breast as he pulled his finger out slightly and—never breaking angry eye contact with me—thrust it deeper inside of me again.
“You will do as I say.” He curved his finger to hit the magic spot of pixie dust inside my body, making my head tip back, mouth gaping. “You’ve had to do everything on your own for far too long.” He curved his finger even more as he pumped his finger in and out and then moved his thumb on the external bundle of nerves. “You will relinquish that control and allow me to keep you safe.”
He added a second finger to his rhythm, groaning as he looked down at me.
“You’re so tight,” he said.
My thighs began to quiver around his hand, a wave starting to build.
“Not yet,” Hunter demanded as he removed his fingers and pulled his boxer briefs down, revealing his massive size. I stared at it, my heart fluttering with nerves that it might not fit. “You’ll scream my name when I’m deep inside of you, Little Leopard.”
I wanted that more than breathing right now. If an orgasm felt that good with his tongue on me, I couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like wrapped around him.
This. This was the making of fantasies…
His angry lips wrestled with mine again, and when he clutched my breast, a lightning bolt jolted deep inside of me in this storm of pleasure. His kiss grew deeper and more passionate as I greedily devoured it all, hungering for everything that I knew would happen next.
Hunter grabbed my hips and spun me around, pressing my back until my chest pressed onto the bed.
I could imagine how this looked—me standing, bent at the waist with his hand against my shoulder blades, my right cheek pressing into the comforter, while I was completely exposed. I twisted my head slightly, my thighs heating even more at the sight of him standing behind me—his eyes burning, his tongue tracing his lower lip as he lined himself up at my entrance.
“Tell me you’re on the pill.” His voice was both commanding and desperate.
“I am,” I said, grateful for the cramps that had provoked my doctor to prescribe them.
“You will allow me to protect you.” He pushed himself inside of me a couple of inches.
I groaned, my body stretching around him with a bite that came from my inexperience and his massive size.
“Damn, you’re so tight.”
He pushed forward slowly, allowing my body to consume another inch of him, waiting until my quivering subsided before pushing forward another inch. With each press of his body, he stretched me open one glorious inch at a time, sliding deeper and deeper inside of me as we both moaned.
When I looked over my shoulder again, I could tell by the hunger in his eyes and the firm grasp of my hips that he wanted to take off into a sprint. Claim me. Hard and fast, take out his anger. But he was generous enough to give me the time to take him in, unhurriedly at first, so it didn’t hurt as much.
