Page 50 of Claimed By Shadows

“Come for me, Peaches. I won’t be able to hold back much longer if you don’t,” he hisses through clenched teeth, and I gasp when he pulls back his hand, making me lose my grip, and smacks my clit with his dick. The sound is wet and the thud has electricity shooting up my spine.

“Again,” I demand in a husky tone, and he obliges, spanking my clit with his dick over and over again until I’m a writhing mess in his lap.

My orgasm crashes over me, stealing my voice as it fills every part of me, and I tense on top of him, letting the pleasure consume me. He stops using his dick like my personal paddle, letting me ride out the pleasure even as I soak his lap, something I know he fucking loves and won’t wash off until tonight at the earliest.

“Such a good, perfect girl for Daddy,” he whispers as I blink open bleary eyes, finding his cheeks flushed and a satisfied grin on his face. His words send a warm heat through my core. I just love when he talks to me like this.

“I love you, Hunt,” I tell him, leaning over and pressing my still trembling lips against his.

The hand not gripping his dick comes up to cup my cheeks, drawing me closer as he deepens the kiss. Our tongues tangle and I lift myself up, my hand back on his dick as I notch him at my entrance.

“Are you sure, baby?” he asks, his lips brushing mine as if he can’t bear to be too far away from them. “We can wait if you’re not ready.”

My chest tightens at his offer, at the fact he wanted to check before we took this next step, but I know what I want. Instead of answering him with words, I pull his hand away from his dick as I slowly sink down.

“I’m sure, Daddy,” I breathe out, feeling the stretch as I sink lower. There is a slight burn, but mostly it feels so fucking right that tears gather in my eyes. “I want to feel you so deep inside me, because that’s where you belong, my love.”

“Fuck, Iris,” he chokes out, and I pull back enough to look into his eyes, which are glistening.

We watch each other, our gazes locked as I take him all the way to his root and hold there, panting as I adjust to him, adjust to his size. I stop my mind from spiralling by comparing him to Sergi, coming to the realisation that Sergi was much, much smaller.

A very inappropriate giggle falls from my lips, my hand slapping over them as my eyes widen, and Hunter raises a brow.

“I didn’t expect that reaction,” he muses, thrusting his hips so he sinks impossibly deeper, and I gasp. “Care to share what’s so funny, Peaches?”

“I can’t, it’s so…inappropriate,” I confess in a whisper. “I don’t want you to get cross or ruin the moment.”

His face softens, his hand coming up to stroke my face. I’m still mostly leaning over him, so it’s not far to reach. “Tell me, Iris. I won’t be cross, promise.”

I swallow, looking between his green eyes and only seeing honesty there. “Sometimes it helps to compare Sergi to you guys, to note the differences.” He doesn’t react, doesn’t move, but waits for me to continue. “I just realised that you have a much bigger dick than him.” The words leave me in a rush and I watch as Hunt blinks, his mouth opening, then closing, then opening again.

“Well, shit,” he murmurs, then huffs a laugh. “I’m not sure what to say.”

I cover my face with my hands, heat suffusing my cheeks. “I knew it would ruin the moment!”

“Look at me, Iris,” Hunt demands, his voice unyielding, and my hands instantly drop. “Good girl. You have not ruined the moment,” he tells me, his dick giving a jerk inside me as if to prove his point. “If we’re going for honesty, a part of me fucking preens at the knowledge that, as well as being an absolute cunt, he has a small cock.” He pauses, his eyes drilling into mine. “And a part of me hates that you have that comparison to make, that you have to even think about it when I’m inside you.” He licks his lips, and I freeze as his eyes fill with moisture. “That I failed you so fucking badly, that I was fucking useless and couldn’t stop him taking you. That I was so fucking scared, Iris.”

I close the distance between us as the first tear falls down his cheek, wrapping my arms around him as he does the same. His dick doesn’t go down as we hold each other, it’s still buried to the hilt, but neither of us move because this is more than just having sex. I didn’t really think until now how hard it must have been for him, for all of them. Each of us earned our own trauma from that night and the weeks that followed. We all gained our own demons that need exorcising. My eyes fill at the thought, the hot tears scalding my cheeks and landing on the skin of his neck.

“I want you to talk to Julia too, all of you,” I say when our sobs subside, my lips peppering his cheeks with kisses. “Your pain is just as valid as mine, Hunt.”

“Okay,” he agrees, his voice still thick, but there is also a lightness to it that was missing moments ago. “I’ll speak to her after this, make us appointments. Rowan will kill me.”

We both huff a laugh, and then groan at the reminder of his still hard dick inside me. His hands move to my hips, holding them as he encourages me to lift up slightly, then pulls me down.

“Hunt,” I gasp, sparks and fireflies bursting inside me as he helps me repeat the move.

“Eyes on me, Peaches,” he commands, and I pull back just enough to look into his face, see his damp cheeks and eyelashessparkling with tears. “I love you, Iris Anderson, with everything that I am and everything that I hope to be, because you make me a better man than I ever thought I was capable of.”

A shuddering breath leaves me, and I hold his gaze as we fuck each other, both of us moving together in a dance that I thought I’d forgotten. Hunt reminds me of the moves though, his hands holding onto me as he tells me with his body that he will never let me go, that he will always be here when I fall, and will always pick me back up again.

Our breathing becomes gasping, sweat slicking our skin as we reach for the stars. My climax hits first, because Hunt is a gentleman like that, and I freeze, the pleasure consuming me with the power of a supernova exploding. My nails dig into his pecs, my mouth open on a silent scream as I come harder than I have in the time we’ve spent reclaiming my control.

Hunt fucks me through it, his hips punching into me hard and fast until he throws his head back, his neck muscles corded as he pushes deep inside me with a loud groan. He holds me still, my pussy throbbing and pulsing in the best way as my orgasm ebbs and flows.

“Fuck, Peaches, baby,” he rasps out, his body slumping back as he tugs me to his still heaving chest. “I’d forgotten how fucking good it feels to come inside you.”

I rest my cheek on his damp chest, my fingers splayed on his skin. A shiver runs through me, and he grabs a blanket, pulling it over us, but it’s not cold that I feel. No, his words reminded me of the secret I’m keeping buried inside me. A secret that will come out eventually as my body changes.

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