Page 98 of The Hunt of Night

“What am I going to do with you, Addi?” he murmurs, shaking his head in disbelief at me.

“You’re going to sit on the bed and let me ride you.”

He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip as he searches his pants, retrieving a condom from his pocket a moment later. I stand on shaky legs and point for him to take his seat. He moves exactly where I guide him, with his back flush against the headboard and his legs spread.

Crawling into his lap, he plants his hand on my arm, halting me. “No. Not yet. I need to taste you, stretch you, feast?—”

I cut him off with a kiss before shaking my head. “Kryll, the only thing stretching me is your cock. I won’t let you deny me the pleasure,” I breathe, my entire body alight with the need and excitement coursing through my limbs. He has me wound tight and ready to detonate and he hasn’t even touched me yet.

“Addi—” he starts to protest, frown lines forming between his eyes, but I press my finger to his lips, effectively cutting him off.

“I want you to rip me in two. I want you to take my breath away. I want to feel so full you make my eyes water.” I punctuateeach statement with a kiss, each one needier than the last, as I shuffle the rest of the way into his lap.

Taking the condom from his grasp, I enjoy slowly rolling it down his length, caressing his balls once I’m done before planting my hands on his shoulders.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks, grabbing my waist before I can line myself up with his cock.

“Areyousure?” I fire back, and he nods.

“I told you, I’ve never been more sure in my life.”

“Then shut up, and please, let me die on your dick,” I groan, blindly finding the tip of his cock with my core.

We fall silent, all the humor fading away, leaving the two of us open and bare with one another. Our breaths mingle between us, our eyes wide and searching as our fingers explore each other. My desire leaves me slick against the tip of his cock as I sink a little, our gasps barely audible over the ringing of my pulse in my ears.

A little farther.

Gasp.

A little more.

Breathless.

A little more.

I see stars.

A little more.

My body clings to him like my life depends on it.

He fills me up, and just as requested, my eyes water. I attempt to take a few deep breaths, which come out as little more than heated pants, before I flex my hips and grind against him.

“Fuck, Addi,” he moans, fingers tightening around my waist before he leans forward and engulfs my nipple with his mouth.

I slam back down on him, harder this time, and our moans tangle in the air.

Again, and again, and again, we lose ourselves in each other, all while finding a piece of one another along the way.

As he rakes his teeth over my sensitive flesh, I cry out, my muscles coiling tightly around his cock before I detonate at his trigger.

My eyelids threaten to fall closed as I ride out the waves of electricity, but he calls my name sharply, springing them back open.

“You are mine now, Princess,” he states, his voice distorted. Darker, huskier, deadlier.

I blink at him, my orgasm still rippling through my bones as his eyes shift before me. Yellow-framed slits replace his usual black orbs, making me gasp.

“Your voice.”

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