Page 39 of The Ex-cavenger Hunt

Ethan

Lily’s eyes shimmer with unbridled desire as she gazes up at me through her long, dark lashes, her soft, inviting lips parted slightly, inviting me closer. The sight of her tousled hair framing her delicate face, and the flush darkening her cheeks sends my heart racing, pounding against my rib cage with a fervor I can barely contain.

The magnetic pull of her beauty and the vulnerability she so willingly lays bare before me is intoxicating, drawing me in.

“What are you thinking, Ethan?” she whispers, her voice trembling with a potent mix of want and uncertainty, the sound inspiring my need.

I reach out, my fingers gently brushing an errant strand of silky hair from her face, reveling in the warmth of her skin against my touch. A slow, confident smile tugs at the corners of my mouth as I lose myself in the mesmerizing depths of her eyes, twin pools of liquid desire threatening to consume me whole.

“I want you, Lily,” I rumble in a low rasp, holding her molten stare as I slowly shake my head. “All of you. Every tiny piece.” I draw her even closer until not even a whisper of air separates our bodies. “I want to be the only man who can make your world dissolve into pure sensation and bliss.”

Lily’s pupils dilate as she takes in a shuddering breath. Before she can respond, I seal my mouth over hers in a fierce, demanding kiss, drowning in the intoxicating taste and scent of her. My hands roam feverishly over the silky bare skin of her back as I angle her body even closer, eliminating any last maddening distance between us.

A soft whimper escapes Lily’s lips into my mouth and it’s like a spark igniting dynamite. The explosion of want detonates through me with searing intensity. I can no longer tell where I end and she begins—her warm curves melding against my hard planes as if we were designed to fit together with perfect precision.

When we finally part, breathless and aching for more, I rest my forehead against Lily’s, our ragged breaths mingling in the scant space between us. Her eyes, heavy-lidded with need, gaze up at me, a captivating mix of raw passion and heartfelt vulnerability that steals the breath from my lungs and sends a surge of emotion racing through my veins.

The depth of trust and longing I see reflected in those whiskey-colored eyes makes my heart clench almost painfully in my chest.

My own hands aren’t idle, skating along the silky material of her blouse, bunching it up to expose her midriff. I tug the shirt over Lily’s head and fling it aside. Pressed against me, I can feel the rapid staccato of her heart beating in time with mine.

“I want you,” she murmurs throatily. “God, I want this so much.” The longing in her voice resonates deep within me. I’ve spent countless nights dreaming of this moment, imagining how her body would feel under my exploring hands. But no fantasy could possibly compare to the reality of holding her in my arms.

With deft motions, I remove my clothes then work the zipper of her skirt down and let the fabric puddle at her feet. She steps out of it, kicking it aside as we tumble backwards onto the bed in a tangled embrace. My fingers blaze a path along her curves as our kisses become more urgent, more frantic. As her hands roam over my bare chest, I can’t hold back the low groan of pleasure that escapes me. I want to drown in her, to lose myself completely in her softness, her warmth, her body.

Has there ever been a moment more perfect than this? I pour everything I feel for this amazing woman.

And from the breathy whimpers spilling from Lily’s lips, I know she’s feeling it too—this scorching, all-consuming fire that could incinerate us both.

I crush my lips against Lily’s again, savoring the taste of her, the scent of her surrounding me. One of my hands tangles in her silky hair while the other skims down her side to grip her hip, pulling her body flush against mine.

The heat between us is scorching, melting away any last shred of self-control. With a surge of need, I roll us so that I’m cradled between Lily’s thighs. She arches into me with a soft moan that sends heat lancing through me.

God, she’s so responsive, so incredibly alive. I trail open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat, relishing the way her pulse flutters wildly beneath my lips.

Then, I order her to sit down on the bed, opening her legs to let me stand between them, but she pulls my hips to her face. She wants something else, first, it seems. With an arched eyebrow, Lily looks up at me just as her right hand grasps at my cock, pulling me closer.

“You want to suck my cock, Lily?” I ask, taking myself in hand to guide it to her pretty lips.

“You want me to fuck your pretty face, baby?” I growl in that low timbre I know drives her crazy.

She nods fervently, lips parting in anticipation. With a groan, I guide myself into the wet heat of her mouth. Lily’s cheeks hollow as she sucks me deeper, taking me all the way to the back of her throat.

Fuck, the sight of her lips stretched around my girth is almost enough to undo me right there. I tangle my fingers in her hair, holding her in place as I rock my hips in a slow, torturous rhythm. She moans around my cock, the vibrations traveling straight through me.

I’m already so turned on it’s taking every ounce of control not to lose myself in her mouth. But I want to drag this out, savor every second of her talented tongue caressing me.

“You’re so good at sucking my cock. Such a good girl,” I pant out, punctuating each word with a thrust. “Taking me so deep.”

Lily whimpers in response, her hooded gaze smoldering with pure, undisguised lust. My chest tightens at the look of utter abandon on her face—God, she’s sexy as hell like this. I want to be inside her so badly I can taste it, but first I need to make sure she’s nice and ready for me.

With a regretful sigh, I ease myself from between her lips, shuddering at the erotic pop as she releases me. Then I’m kissing her hungrily, savoring the taste of myself on her tongue. I groan into her mouth, savoring the taste of myself on her talented tongue. Lily whimpers softly, squirming against me in delicious invitation.

Reluctantly breaking the heated kiss, I give her a wolfish grin. “On the bed, baby. On your hands and knees.”

Her pupils blow wide with want. Without a word, she obeys, positioning herself with trembling anticipation. I can’t resist running an appreciative palm over the lush curves of her ass, giving it a light smack. She gasps, arching wantonly into my touch.

I grab a condom from the nightstand where I left it earlier, hoping we’d be ready for this exact moment. I open and roll it along my length.

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