Page 21 of Hunted

"I-I'm a virgin!" I blurt out, instantly regretting the words.

He goes rigid against me for a beat. Then, a rumbling chuckle vibrates against my back as he presses closer, caging me against the table. "Is that so?"

I give a shaky nod, my pulse thundering in my ears. "Y-Yes. I've never...I mean, I don't have any experience..."

"Shhh." He soothingly brushes my hair aside, baring the slender column of my throat. His lips hover a hairsbreadth away as he growls, "That's nothing to be ashamed of, baby girl. In fact..."

Aksel's large, calloused hand slides around to boldly cup my breast through my baggy top. I gasp sharply at the intimate contact as he kneads my breast with firmness.

"It just means I'll have to be extra gentle when I claim what's mine," he rasps against my neck. "When I take my time ruining you for any other man."

Arousal slams into me with dizzying force. My thighs clench instinctively as slick heat pools between them. This man has awakened something I didn't even know existed inside me until now.

"You want that, don't you?" Aksel's teeth graze along the sensitive skin just below my ear. "You want me to take my time stripping away every last shred of your innocence?"

I can only nod helplessly, rendered mute by the overwhelming sensations assaulting me. His free hand tangles in my hair, angling my head to allow his lips to blaze a scorching path along the column of my throat.

"Then you'll do as I say," he commands in a rough growl. "You're mine now, littlefugl. And I will make sure you never forget who you belong to."

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AKSEL

Goddamn it.

A virgin. A fucking virgin.

How is this possible? This beautiful, chatty, and happy little creature has never been fucked. And now it means we're both utterly screwed. Once I have her, she's mine forever. There will be no going back.

“Aksel, please," she moans.

I force her chair around and lean in, crushing my mouth to hers. Her lips are so soft, pliant, and she tastes like fucking sunshine. I've never kissed a woman like this. I want to devour her, claim her, own her. She whimpers against my mouth, and it sends a shock straight to my cock.

Breaking the kiss, I stand and pull her up from the chair, lifting her into my arms. She doesn't weigh a thing, and I carry her easily; her legs wrap around my waist.

“Aksel," she breathes, her eyes glassy with desire.

I step toward the back room of my cabin and carry her into the hunting room which is dark and cool and smells of leather and earth. I kick the door shut behind us and set her down, keeping one hand on her waist to steady her.

"You're so beautiful," I mutter, my voice low. I can't take my eyes off her. She's perfect, her skin flushed, her lips red and swollen from my kiss.

She bites her lip, and it takes all my control not to tear her clothes off and destroy her.

"Take off your top," I order, unable to keep the edge of demand from my voice. I want to see all of her.

Her hands tremble as she lifts the top over her head. I step back, taking in the reveal of her skin, the lacy edges of a black bra that does nothing to hide the swell of her breasts.

Fuck. This woman is going to be the end of me. I want to brand her, mark her as mine. I ball my hands into fists, digging my short nails into my palms, fighting the need to touch.

She's fucking gorgeous. My free hand reaches out, tracing the curve of her waist, then up, following the line of her ribs until I cup her breast through the bra before reaching around and unhooking it. It falls to the floor, and I hiss in a breath at the sight of her breasts. Her skin is so soft, and she fits perfectly in my hand. I thumb her nipple, now tight and peaked, and she gasps, her head falling back.

"You like that, don't you?" I don't wait for an answer. Instead, I lean down, my mouth replacing my hand. She tastes even better than she looks.

I step back, watching as she shivers, goosebumps rising on her bare skin. "Take off the rest," I growl.

Her eyes, wide and glassy, flick down to my mouth, then back up. She bites her lip, and my cock twitches. Slowly, she reaches down, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her jogging pants.

"Go on," I urge.

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