Page 75 of The Hunt of Night

I blindly reach for the waistband of her pants, slipping beneath the material to find no further barriers.

Fuck.

Has she been like this all day?

Or just since she spent some time with Cassian today?

Fuck.

Slipping my fingers through her core, I’m met with overwhelming heat, and as I tease my pads at her entrance, her desire coats my skin.

I rest my forehead against hers, watching as her eyes roll back at my touch. Her pussy clamps down around my fingers as I fuck her slowly. Every move is punctuated, deliberate, as her back arches off the wall.

Using my free hand, I slip my palm under the hem of her t-shirt, but the weight of the fabric throws me off.

“I’m drenched in blood, Raiden,” she rasps, her breath whispering against my lips, and I grin.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It is.”

“I think you’re forgetting what I fucking am, Troublemaker.”

Her breath hitches and I wrap my fingers around her wrist, tugging her hold away from my throat. It takes a second for her to trust me, but a moment later, she realizes what I already know.

“It stopped.”

I nod, aware that the reminder of the wound still coats my skin and hers. Unbuttoning my pants, I tug them open just enough to relieve my cock from the tension of being imprisoned behind the fabric.

With her hand in mine, I wrap her bloodied fingers around my length, groaning at the contact as she gasps. “Paint my dick red, Adrianna.”

She blinks at me, testing the weight of my cock in her grasp as I release her hand. I want to feel her, touch her, have her. I slip back into her pants, finding her core once again, and I waste no time making it mine.

The first thrust of my fingers has her hand tightening around my dick, making me gasp, and she must like to tease me because she does it again and again with every thrust of my fingers.

Our breaths mingle between us as we stare down at where we’re connected, but the sight of my cock painted in my blood does something to me, especially with her fingers locked on me.

“I’m going to come, Troublemaker, and I want to do that inside you,” I rasp, continuing to fuck her with my fingers as I use my other hand to pull a condom from my pocket.

“Please,” she whispers, her eyes pleading just as strongly.

Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I lean into my abilities, and before she can blink again, my cock is sheathed in protection, her pants are dangling from one leg, and her back is against the wall, suspended in the air with my dick lined up, ready to slide home.

“Please,” she repeats, breathless, as our gazes settle on one another.

I don’t need asking again.

My fingers dig into her thighs as I tilt her just a little more before thrusting deep into her core. Our moans morph into one between us as I take a second to adjust to her heat.

“You’re my everything, Adrianna,” I rasp, desperate to give her everything I have the ability to offer while claiming every last ounce of her for myself. “You’re mine, you know that, right? Fucking mine.” Her eyes pierce mine with a ferocity that sets my veins on fire. “Say it.”

She swipes her tongue over her lips, and I thrust into her harder, faster, desperately, encouraging her words.

“I’m yours.”

Two words, barely more than a whisper, and I’m ready to crumble to my knees. My cock twitches, ready to explode at the declaration, but I bite it back, refusing to go over the edge before she comes on my cock.

“That’s it, Troublemaker. You’re mine, and I’m yours. I know those fuckers are a part of this too, and I promise you I will worship the ground you walk on, but don’teverthreaten to leave me again. Not like you did earlier. Not ever.”

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