Page 55 of The Ex-cavenger Hunt

Lily whimpers, hips bucking helplessly as I seal my lips around that molten heat . . .

“Fuck,” she breathes as I settle myself between her thighs again. “Please . . .”

The sweet desperation in her voice threatens to undo me. But after denying this craving for so long, I want—no, need—to savor every breathtaking second.

“Not yet, baby,” I rumble, lips ghosting along her silken thigh. “I don’t think you’re ready.”

I inhale deeply, letting her intoxicating essence flood my senses before nuzzling against her slick folds. Lily writhes beneath me, trapped in the delicious torment as I lazily lap at her weeping core with broad, unhurried strokes designed to push her to the brink of ecstasy.

Her pleas for more only spur me on. I swirl my tongue in teasing circles, relishing the way her inner walls flutter with each stroke. Lily’s fingers tighten in my hair, silently urging me deeper as whimpers of pleasure spill from her lips.

Every breathless sigh, every erotic whimper is like a siren’s call begging to be answered. I could drown in the dizzying scent of her desire clouding the air around us. My own arousal strains almost painfully, begging for release, as I continue to lavish her with open-mouthed kisses and firm licks.

“You taste so fucking good,” I growl against her slick heat before sucking her swollen bud into my mouth.

Lily cries out sharply, hips jerking as shockwaves of ecstasy rocket through her core. Her thighs squeeze around my head, thighs trembling with the exquisite tension coiling low in her belly. She’s so responsive, surrendering herself to the dizzying bliss with complete abandon.

“Ethan . . . I can’t . . .” She whimpers breathlessly, hovering right on the precipice. “Please, I need . . .”

I can feel Lily’s body tightening, the telltale signs of her impending release. But I refuse to let her tip over that edge just yet. Not until she begs me for it.

With one last flick of my tongue against her sensitive bundle of nerves, I pull back and look up at her flushed face. Her eyes are dark and clouded with pleasure, hair mussed from my fingers gripping it tightly.

“What do you need, Lily?” I murmur, stroking her inner thigh with my thumb. “Tell me.”

She whimpers, torn between wanting to give in and needing to hold on a little longer. “I need . . . you,” she finally whispers, cheeks flushing even darker as she admits her desire for me.

A low groan rips from my throat at her words. It takes every ounce of self-control not to pounce on her right then and there. Instead, I lean down and press a soft kiss to the inside of her thigh before moving back up to hover over her.

“Are you sure?” I ask, knowing that once this line is crossed, there’s no going back.

Lily nods eagerly, wanting nothing more than to feel me inside of her. And with that permission given, I don’t hesitate any longer.

Positioning myself at her entrance, I slowly push forward until we’re joined completely. We both gasp at the feeling of our bodies connecting in such an intimate way after so long.

But this isn’t about just satisfying primal urges or physical desires for either of us. This is about connection and trust and giving in to something so much bigger than ourselves. I begin to move slowly, trying to figure out what she wants this time. I like to please my woman, which isn’t hard.

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” she breathes, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “I want you to fuck me hard and deep.”

With a low growl, I grip her thighs and yank her closer. Her nails dig into my back as I slide inside her welcoming heat. Ecstasy washes over me at the sensation of being enveloped by her tight walls.

“Like this?” I rasp, snapping my hips to drive myself deeper. “You want it rough, baby?”

“God, yes,” Lily cries out, arching her back. “Don’t hold back, Ethan. I need to feel you completely.”

Her wanton plea ignites a primal hunger within me. Grasping her hips, I pound into her with wild abandon. Lily throws her head back, little mewls of pleasure tumbling from her parted lips.

This is rapture.

This is oblivion.

This is utopia.

With Lily, I’m stripped bare, every nerve ending blazing with blessed sensation. She is my addiction, my obsession, my everything.

I’ll never get enough of her. I crave every breathless whimper, every arch of her back, every clench of her inner muscles. I want to consume her, brand her, possess her utterly.

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