Page 177 of Hunting Pretty

I moaned, tilting my hips so he could thrust deeper.

He let out a groan. “As much as I want you to come apart on my fingers, I need tofeelyou.”

I heard the sound of his zipper being lowered.

I let out a gasp, glancing over his shoulder to the doctor prone on the ground. Was Scáth really going to fuck me with my villain bleeding out on the ground?

“Eyes on me.” Scáth tilted my face to his.

His handsome face, dotted with red, filled my vision until he was the only thing I saw.

The only thing that existed.

He was my everything.

My world.

And we’d almost lost each other.

Ineededto feel him. Just like he needed to feel me.

He thrust into me without warning.

Pleasure at being filled, at being split open, slammed through me, and I let out a long moan. Instinctively, I hooked my legs around his back to pull him in closer, my fingers curling into his hair.

“Fuck,” he hissed against my mouth. “Ava, I thought I’d fucking lost you.”

“You didn’t lose me. You’ll never lose me,” I promised, even though deep down I wasn’t sure I could keep it.

He fucked me hard, his mouth on mine, his hands slippery with blood, anointing my body, marking my soul.

We ravaged each other, hips thrusting hard, bodies slamming together, hungry and frantic.

Like we’d been apart for too long.

Like we’d almost lost each other.

My pussy clamped down on him as I bucked against him, needing more, as my orgasm rushed desperately through me.

“Yes,” he hissed. “Come around my cock.”

Scáth’s fingers slipped between us to find my clit.

That was all I needed.

I came hard, my muscles tensing as a wave of white-hot pleasure crashed over me.

He drank my screams with his mouth on mine as he thrust hard, riding out my orgasm with me, until he, too, shuddered.

I sagged against him, our sweaty foreheads pressed together as we breathed the same breath.

“I can’t lose you. Can’t ever lose you.” His voice rumbled against me, soft and hoarse, but I could barely make out the words through the sound of my own heartbeat in my ears.

I just tightened my grip, my fingers digging into his back, as if I could anchor myself to him.

The relief was dizzying, almost too much to bear. My body buzzed with it, my mind racing to catch up with the truth that he was here, in my arms, and I was safe.

All I could think was that I never wanted to let him go.

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