Page 56 of The Ex-cavenger Hunt

“Mine,” I growl against the curve of her neck. “You’re mine, Lily Harper.”

“Yours,” she gasps, her eyes filled with desire and love.

I drag my cock out at just the right angle, making sure to rub against her G-spot. Lily’s back arches off the bed, her fingers clutching at the sheets as a broken moan spills from her lips.

The sight of her twisted is intoxicating. I can’t resist leaning down to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along the slender column of her throat. She tastes of salt and desperation and want.

“You like to be fucked by me, don’t you, baby?” I growl against her pulse point before sinking back into her welcoming heat.

Lily whimpers, her inner walls fluttering around me. “Yes . . . Oh God, yes . . .”

I pull almost all the way out, then slam home again, our hips meeting with a slick sound. She cries out, her nails scoring lines down my back that will surely leave marks. Good. I want to become one with her.

Bracing my hands on either side of her head, I set a punishing pace, savoring the tight heat of her clenching around me with every thrust. This angle allows me to hit that sweet spot deep inside relentlessly.

“Take it, Lily,” I grit out between clenched teeth. “Take every fucking inch of me.”

Her eyes are glazed with mindless pleasure, lips parted enticingly. I can’t resist capturing that lush mouth with my own, our kiss, all teeth and tongues, and feverish need. She tastes like sin, and I’ll never get enough.

“Harder,” she breathes, eyes blazing with challenge. “Fuck me harder.”

A growl rumbles up from my chest. Gripping her thighs, I brace her legs over my shoulders, bending her nearly in half. The new angle is impossibly deep, her tight walls stretched taut around my aching length.

I pause for a beat, suspended inside her, savoring the trembling tension of her body under mine. Then with one powerful snap of my hips, I drive into her mercilessly.

Lily throws her head back with a guttural moan, her cries only spurring me on. I pound into her with punishing strokes, each one ripping sounds of abandon from those sinful lips. She takes everything I give and demands more.

“You feel so fucking good,” I rasp against the swell of her breast. “So tight . . . So perfect for me.”

Her inner muscles flutter wildly at my words, clenching and fluttering in delicious spasms. I can taste the salty tang of her sweat as I trail kisses along her elegant neck.

Lily writhes and whimpers, lost to the maelstrom of sensations. “I’m . . . I can’t . . .” She keens in sweet torment, teetering right on that blissful edge.

Sensing her desperation, I shift the angle once more, sheathing myself even deeper with each powerful thrust. I want to impale her on my aching length, consume her until there’s no separating where I end and she begins.

“Let go for me,” I demand roughly, swallowing her cries with a searing kiss. “Come for me, Lily . . .”

With a wild cry, Lily shatters beneath me. Her body convulses and tenses, every muscle quivering with the force of her release. I hold her tightly, riding out her orgasm with relentless thrusts until she collapses bonelessly on the bed.

I don’t stop moving, consumed by a primal need to claim her completely. Her nails dig into my flesh as she moans and writhes in pleasure, unable to form coherent words.

My own climax is building inexorably, and I can feel the familiar knot tightening in my stomach. But I refuse to let go just yet.

Instead, I slip my hand between us, finding her clit and rubbing it in quick circles. “One more for me,” I growl against her ear.

Lily’s eyes widen in shock at the bold demand, but she doesn’t hesitate to grind herself against my hand. My fingers are slick with her arousal as I work her toward another peak.

It’s all too much—the heady scent of sex surrounding us, the feel of her body pulsing around me, the sight of our bodies moving together in perfect rhythm . . . I’m lost to it all.

With one final thrust and a guttural roar, I come undone inside her. Waves of pleasure crash over me as I empty myself into Lily’s welcoming heat.

We collapse onto the bed in a tangled heap of limbs and sweat-soaked sheets. Our ragged breathing slowly returns to normal as we come down from our high.

“I love you, Lily Harper. I won’t ask you to marry me today, but know that one day I’ll ask you to be mine.”

Chapter Thirty-Four

Lily

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