Page 58 of Hunted

He smiled, his body now responding more to her than to the pain, though he winced as he pulled off his shirt. “Maybe I need a hand,” he said, a wry smile on his lips.

She stepped toward him and then unbuckled his belt and opened the buttons of his jeans. He could smell her arousal as they dropped to the floor along with his boxers, and he stood there hard and wanting.

Pressing her lips together while looking down at him, she then reached for her own shirt, pulling it off before pushing him gently to the bed.

“Careful,” she murmured, as he lay down before she shed the rest of her clothes and then lay next to him.

“What if I don’t want to be,” he said, flipping her over and taking his place on top of her. He didn’t care about any injuries at this point. He just needed her right away. “I’m sure you can make me feel better.”

She looked up at him, her eyes soft, and stroked his cheek. “I’ll try,” she said.

He lowered his mouth to hers, parting them with his tongue and meeting hers, stroking and caressing it, tasting her and savoring every second. “God, I missed you,” he managed to mutter between kisses.

“Me too,” she said, her breathing becoming more labored. She drew her hands up and down his back, making him realize how much he’d missed the feel of her skin on his and how maybe he should have spent more time with her like this and less at the office.

Slowly, he inched his way down her body, his mouth leaving no spot uncovered as he worshiped her—kissing, licking, sucking. Flicking his tongue across her hard, sensitive nipples until she was groaning underneath him, her scent of arousal now so strong it was overwhelming.

“I adore you, Abigail,” he said, when he reached her lower belly, his hand splayed across her small waist as he teased her skin with his tongue. But her arousal was now too much for him to take and he needed to taste it.

Carefully he spread her legs wider, her small frame needing to accommodate his, and looked down upon her, swollen and glistening for him. “Perfect,” he said before dipping his head between her legs.

“Oh god, Luke!” she cried out as he lapped at her, so hungry for her it was almost unbearable. She hooked her legs over his shoulders, the access he now had to her exciting him even more. He gently teased her clit before taking the swollen bud in his lips and sucking gently at it, the noises she made above him driving him insane.

Her cries became louder as he took his time with her, paying attention to every hot inch of flesh, each fold and crevice before settling back at her most sensitive spot. Her hands were now in his hair, her back arched, and he could smell that she was close.

“That’s it,” he said. “You’re so perfect, Abby.”

When he ran his tongue slowly back over her clit, she erupted, clutching at his hair and pulling him in close to her as she came at his mouth, exploding against his lips and calling out his name. He growled as he continued to eat at her, drawing out every last morsel of pleasure until she went limp.

Luke smiled and kissed the inside of her thigh, satisfied that she’d had what she needed and that he had been the one to give it to her.

“I thought I was the one trying to make you feel better.” She panted as he crawled back on top of her, his cock solid and dripping.

“Oh, you did,” he said. “Nothing makes me feel as good as you do.” He kissed her flushed face, brushing away tendrils of damp hair.

She took his face in her hands, her eyes soft and full of love. “I missed you too, Luke,” she said, and something almost sorrowful in her eyes pulled at his chest.

“I’m here now,” he said. “And I’ll never leave you. You know that. Right?”

She smiled. “Yeah, I know.”

He kissed her gently, stopping when he felt her hand on his chest. “What?” He frowned, confused that she was pushing him away.

“You’re supposed to be resting up. Remember?”

“You weren’t complaining about that a minute ago,” he teased.

“I’m not complaining about it now. I’m just telling you to take a break,” she replied as she encouraged him to turn and lie down. “And I’m sure you won’t be complaining either.” She had a cheeky smile on her beautiful face.

She straddled him and lowered herself onto his desperate cock. He took her hips as she slowly writhed on top of him, rocking gently back and forth in slow motions as he watched her completely rapt, so in the moment—just him and her.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said as he stared up at her.

She smiled, lowering herself to kiss him. He devoured her hungrily, his hands cupping her ass as she enveloped and worked his cock with her hot, wet walls. She was right. He wasn’t about to complain now. This was the most heavenly thing he’d experienced in a long time.

“Told you,” she breathed, as if reading his mind. He could tell she was feeling this as strongly as he was and knew he never wanted to be apart from her again if he could help it.

She sat back up, her hands at his chest as she brought them both close to ecstasy. “Fuck, yes!” He growled, hardly able to contain his wolf and not knowing whether he even wanted to.

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