Page 35 of The Ex-cavenger Hunt

“No, I . . . I want this,” I whisper, surprising myself with the raw honesty. Emboldened, I unclasp my bra and let it slip free. His sharp inhale sets my nerves buzzing.

In one fluid motion, he scoops me into his arms, lips claiming mine in a searing kiss. As he lowers me to the bed, the world narrows to his solid weight, the slide of his hands over my bare skin . . .

The world narrows to just the two of us—our bodies pressed together, our breaths mingling, our hearts beating in time.

As he trails kisses down my neck and over my collarbone, I can feel the heat between us building. His hand slides down my side, coming to rest on my hip. I vibrate under his touch, craving more.

Ethan’s fingers glide down to the waistband of my jeans and he pauses for a moment, silently asking for permission. Without hesitation, I nod, and he begins to peel off the fabric inch by inch. When it pools at my feet, I’m left in just my underwear.

His eyes rake over every inch of me and I feel a surge of confidence at the raw desire shining in them. He leans down and captures one of my nipples between his teeth. A lick of pleasure shoots through me and I let out a soft moan.

Ethan’s hands roam over my body as if he’s trying to memorize every curve and dip. When he reaches the waistband of my panties, he looks up at me for confirmation. And once again, I nod eagerly.

He pulls them off slowly, teasingly almost—making sure to brush against all the right places before tossing them aside. As soon as they’re gone, Ethan’s mouth is on me—kissing down my stomach toward where I ache for him most.

His tongue traces a path down my inner thigh, and I can feel my body trembling in anticipation. Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he parts my legs, and his tongue is on me—hot and wet and sending electric shocks through my entire body.

I grip the sheets, my back arching off the bed as he explores every inch of me with his mouth. He sucks, licks, and nibbles until I’m squirming under him, my hands tangled in his hair.

But just as I’m about to reach the edge of pleasure, Ethan stops and pulls away. My eyes fly open in surprise and disappointment.

He meets my gaze with a mischievous grin. “You taste amazing,” he says huskily.

Before I can respond, his mouth and fingers are on me again—this time more urgent and hungry. I feel like I’m floating, completely consumed by him in every way.

“Let go, Lil,” he murmurs against me, his voice a velvet melody against the backdrop of my racing pulse. “I’ve got you.”

And I do. I let go, surrendering to the rhythm he sets, to the ebb and flow of sensations that have me spiraling. A chorus of moans escapes me, letting go of the hidden yearnings now finding their expression between breaths and heartbeats.

“God, Ethan,” I sigh, a confession wrapped in ecstasy, as I cling to him.

“Ethaaaan!” The cry is wrenched from my core, an exaltation that echoes off the walls. And then it happens again. And again. A relentless tide of bliss that he navigates with unwavering focus, never once losing the thread of what drives me wild.

When the waves finally recede, leaving me a trembling mess of sated nerves and euphoria, he doesn’t immediately retreat. Instead, there’s a tenderness to the way he kisses the tremble away from my thighs, the way he worships with his mouth until I’m nothing but soft sighs and whispered thanks.

“Hey,” he says, voice roughened by desire as he stands, his gaze heavy with emotion. “Look at me.”

I do, drinking in the sight of him—Ethan.

His eyes are dark like the forest in fire, and I’m willingly letting him burn me.

He gathers me into his arms, my body still humming from the aftershocks, and I melt against him. Our embrace is a sanctuary, a place where the raw openness we’ve shared morphs into a connection that’s as comforting as it is exhilarating.

“Thank you,” I whisper against his chest, feeling his heartbeat sync with mine. It’s gratitude for the pleasure, yes, but also for this moment of pure, unguarded intimacy that feels like coming home.

“Always, Lil,” he replies. “For you, always.” He presses his lips into my hair.

“Did you know,” Ethan murmurs, “that you’re absolutely incredible?” His breath dances across the shell of my ear, and I can’t help the giggles that escape me, light and free.

I turn within the circle of his embrace, tilting my head back to meet his gaze. “Oh, really? That’s quite the revelation coming from the man who just—” My words dissolve into a blush, but Ethan simply smiles.

I can’t believe what just happened. I feel like my body is on fire, every nerve still buzzing from Ethan’s touch.

As he pulls away from me, a mischievous glint appears in his eyes. “Why don’t we shower so we can head out for dinner?” he suggests.

My body protests at the thought of leaving this bed and Ethan’s embrace, but I know he’s right. We can’t just stay here all day—even though a part of me desperately wants to.

“What about you?” I ask, already missing his warmth against me.

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