Page 187 of Hunt for You

And again.

And again.

My body quivered with need, every muscle rigid, teeth gritted for control as she met me stroke for stroke and the pleasure coursed through my veins like a drug, my skin tingling, prickling, every hair standing in ovation to the perfect pleasure she clawed from me. As if when her hand clapped to my back, she didn’t just reach for my skin, but inside me—diving into my soul and dragging out into the light the parts of me that had been buried for so long in shame, and uncertainty.

It was beautiful.Shewas beautiful.

And so fucking hot, I was going to explode.

“Bridget—”

“I’m almost… keep going…Sam!”

I threw back my head and let the guttural roar come, since I was still holding back the rest of me, but I was losing my grip. Arching my back, I planted both hands over her shoulders, bracing her against my wrists as I picked up the pace and felt my body spiraling up and up and up…

I was going to come.

“Bridget…Fuck!”

“Sam, don’t stop!”

We barely parted before I was plunging into her again, and she rode me, her ankles hooked behind my back, her mouth open—then her eyes widened and began to roll back in her head.

“Sam… Sam…SAM—”She cried my name with abandon, her face alight with joy.

Actual joy.

My wifeloved me.

She wanted me just as desperately as I wanted her—and the monster in me, the creature that had never been satisfied, roared with delight.

“Mine!” I rasped. “Bridget…you’re mine!”

Her back bowed and her nails dug into my back as her body clenched around me.

My leash snapped.

Still bracing on one hand, I slid the other under the hollow of her arched back and pulled her against me, pounding into her, jaw slack and growling her name, feasting on the sight of her breasts bouncing as she rode the wave of an orgasm that went on, and on, andon.

And then I crested that wave with her, the sheer ecstasy detonating at the base of my spine and spiraling out—pleasure, bliss, and fire filling my veins and leaving me shaking and roaring, fisting the quilt under her and shuddering… until I collapsed over her, covering her, cupping my hands over her head and burying my face in her neck, letting my hot breath rush against her skin as my body twitched and jerked in the aftershocks of pleasure.

She grabbed for me, clinging desperately, pulling me against her, in an embrace as frantic as our lovemaking, and just as needy.

“Sam…” she whimpered. “Sam, that was…”

She turned her head, tipping it back to meet my gaze and I made myself focus, my body still trembling, because there was something in her eyes…

Fear?

I blinked. “Bridget, what—did I hurt you?!”

“No! No, I…” her eyes welled with unshed tears and she shook her head, then her eyes screwed shut and her chin crumpled and she buried her face in the crook of my shoulder. “No, I’m just… sohappy,”she whispered. “And so scared they’re going to take you from me.”

“Hey, hey—”

I pulled her in, rolling off her only enough that I wouldn’t suffocate her, and could wrap my arms around her.

She clung to me, arms and legs wrapped around me, her breathing quick and labored against my neck.

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