Page 45 of The Hunt of Night

“Fuck, I never thought you’d say my name again,” I admit, running my fingers over her thighs. The telltale trace of a sharp object beneath her joggers confirms this crazy-ass woman has daggers pinned to her flesh.

Hot. As. Fuck.

“What are you doing?” she asks, her hands falling to my shoulders as I inch higher, curling my fingers beneath her waistband.

“Groveling.”

“How?” she squeaks, making me grin as I pull down her pants to reveal the silver at her thighs glistening in the darkness. Focusing my stare on the lace that covers her pussy, I grin.

“With my tongue. Possibly my fingers too, but definitely not my cock because this is all about you,” I ramble, unable to cut the words off as I lean closer.

“An orgasm isn’t going to make everything better,” she murmurs, and I look up at her through hooded eyes, a grin on my lips.

“I know, but it will help,” I state before snapping my teeth on the lace blocking me from my target. It snags easily, tearing at her hip as I use a little of my advanced speed. I watch with satisfaction as the material scatters, lost to the soft breeze in the air as I feast my eyes on her center.

Her fingers curl into my shoulders with anticipation, not pushing me away like I half expect, and I dive in.

Running my tongue from her center to her clit, a soft moan escapes from her mouth as her head falls back.

“That’s it, Adrianna. Tell me how much you want this,” I breathe, repeating the motion, but this time I rake my teeth over her sensitive nub.

“Fuck, Raiden,” she rasps, so I do it again. And again and again.

Desperate to feel her clench around me in any way I can, I line up two fingers at her core, diving inside as I swirl my tongue around her clit, and she writhes against the stone behind her. Her walls pulse around me as I curl my fingers inside her.

Fuck.

Nothing has ever tasted as sweet as her.

She’s addicting, intoxicating, and everything I vowed never to want.

But now I can’t breathe without her.

Eager to taste her release, I double down my efforts, pressing the tips of my fingers against her g-spot as she grinds against me. With a final nip of her clit, she cries out, her fingers moving to my hair as she tugs at the ends.

I lap at her core, not wanting to waste a drop of her ecstasy as she sags, spent, against the wall.

“Fuck, Raiden,” she repeats, her fingers leisurely stroking through the strands of my hair, and I smile, just as satisfied, despite my cock pressing against the waistband of my pants.

Standing, I fix her joggers into place and peer down at her, but she barely moves. She’s exhausted. She’s had one hell of a day, so I’m not surprised.

“I’m going to move us, Adrianna,” I murmur, tugging her against me, and she sags in my hold, surprising me when she doesn’t argue.

Clinging to her, I move us as quickly as possible, and a beat later, we’re in her room. Fairy lights hang at the window and a smattering of yellow cushions litter her bed. Something tells me this has something to do with Flora, but it suits her still.

Even when I kick the door shut behind me, she keeps her face nestled against my chest, making my body warm at our connection. Shuffling closer to her bed, I tug the cover back before gently lifting her in the air and placing her on the sheets. When I unclip her cloak, she rolls over, allowing me to tug the material away. I place it over the chair at her desk and turn back to her.

“Goodnight, Adrianna,” I whisper, fighting the desire to stay as I move toward the door. But as my fingers curl around the handle, I hear one single word.

“Stay.”

“Stay?”

“Such a parrot,” she grumbles, making me scoff as my heart gallops in my chest.

“You’re one to talk,” I retort, earning a snicker as she peers over her shoulder at me. Her eyes are barely open as sleep threatens to take over.

“Are you staying or not?”

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