Page 50 of Hunt for You

“It’s going to be good between us, Bridget. So very,verygood.”

Then he lifted that hand out of my bra and stroked the side of my face, then took his thumb and traced it along my lower lip.

And that was when I realized his fingers were trembling.

I swallowed—which was hard to do, craned back like that—and stared up at him, right to where I thought the shadows were the depths where his eyes would be.

And then I licked my lips.

~ CAIN ~

Fuck!

I’d just schooled her. Pressed her about having no control. Taken from her so she’d know it was true. But even though she’d submitted—and the beast in me wasroaringabout that—the little minx still found a way to reach me.

When that pink tongue darted out to trace her lower lip, I had to swallow a groan. And all my plans to bury her face down and make her count to fifty while I got the hell out of there dissolved like smoke on the wind.

She was stunning and ballsy and hilarious, and I couldn’t leave without a taste.

Easing off on the pressure so she could breathe properly, I stroked her throat and lowered my grip as I murmured instructions to her, and to my fierce relief, she complied.

As I lowered her back to the dirt she stretched her arms wide and high above her head, turning her head so her temple rested on the ground, which was when I clamped that hand at the base of her neck again, though not hard enough to stop her breathing.

I was genuinely worried about her heart and had almost pussyed out on stealing her air. But she had to learn.Neitherof us were safe if she didn’t learn the fucking lesson.

Seeing her so compliant now, I knew I’d done the right thing, and it was thrilling. My heart was banging in my chest, and my hands trembling slightly with the anticipation and arousal of her—her shining eyes, her wet tongue, her quick, harsh breaths.

She wanted me.

The feeling was mutual.

But I couldn’t. Not yet.

God, help me.

Still, I had to have something. It was far too soon to risk the whole show, and she wasn’t scared enough yet, but I was a man obsessed, and I’d stopped fighting the battle with myself over how dangerous she could be.

She was going to be mine. Period.

Just not right now. At least, not entirely.

So I urged her to lay flat, to keep her palms to the ground, and not to move or speak unless I told her to. Because if she did, I would make her pay.

She nodded and did as she was told, until I had her laying flat on her stomach, arms wide and hands high above her head so they wouldn’t give her any strength. Then I nudged her thighs apart, clamped one hand on her shoulder and pinned her down as I knelt between her knees, covering her, rubbing myself against her ass once or twice, applying pressure there, just to get her going.

She whimpered, but I decided it didn’t count as speaking and let it slide.

Also my hand.

Sliding down her back, under the waistband of her leggings, underneath her underwear, and down, down, down, followingthe line of her beautiful ass, down until I found her, heated and slick—so slick that my fingers slid straight into her with only the slightest pressure.

We both exhaled heavily and she clamped around my fingers so beautifully, I almost lost control, tore her pants down and plunged into her.

I had to drop my head as my body shuddered,demandingher. But I couldn’t do it. Not yet. It was too soon.

So I gathered all the self-control I’d accumulated in over a decade as a Dom, and made myself focus on taking just a taste, and giving her a taste,teachingher that it was worth obeying. That I would always make it worth it to her.

The move was easy to get wrong, and not every woman enjoyed it, but I had a feeling she’d like it. So, spreading my hand wide, I pressed the pad of my thumb just below her asshole, inserted my second finger inside her, and as I pushed into her, slid my forefinger down until I found the base of that swollen nub.

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