Page 44 of Hunter

Her words hit me like a shockwave. The roles we’ve always played shift, the balance of power tipping entirely in her favor.A flicker of resistance stirs within me, a reflex born of habit and pride, but it’s gone in an instant. I’d do anything for her, anything to give her back even a sliver of the power stolen from her.

The carpet burns faintly against my knees as I move toward her, each slow inch forward reverberating with tension. Her gaze locks on me, steady and unyielding, stripping away the control I’ve clung to for so long. I don’t dare break the connection, drawn deeper into the quiet storm of her presence.

My heart thunders, the act of crawling toward her more intimate, raw, than I could have anticipated. Vulnerability courses through me, sharp and electric, but beneath it lies something quieter, something more profound—submission. Not forced, but freely given.

The sound of her laughter reaches me before her footsteps do, light and unrestrained, cutting through the tension like sunlight through storm clouds.

“Stand up, Maxim,” she says between fits of giggles, her voice trembling with amusement.

Confused, I obey, rising slowly to my feet. “What happened?” I ask, tilting my head as I watch her try—and fail—to suppress another laugh. “You looked like you were enjoying yourself.”

She wipes at her eyes, still grinning. “Oh, I was, but then I got this image in my head… You looked like a baby lion learning to walk.” Her words tumble out in a rush, followed by more laughter, the sound bubbling up and wrapping around us.

For a moment, I just stare at her, and then a chuckle escapes my lips, soft at first, then louder, until it blends with hers. The tension between us dissolves into something lighter, something sweeter.

Her laughter finally fades, and she places a hand over her chest, catching her breath. “I appreciate what you were trying to do. Really, it means the world to me.” She steps closer, her eyessofter now, full of warmth. “But, Maxim…being a dominatrix? It’s just not in me.”

I smirk, shaking my head. “Good to know,” I murmur, a teasing edge in my voice. “Though I’d argue you had me convinced for a second there.”

Her grin widens, and she playfully swats my arm. “Oh, stop. You’re hopeless.”

“Hopelessly yours,” I quip, and for the first time in what feels like forever, the weight between us feels just a little lighter.

I kiss her first, soft, gentle, like I’m savoring the sweetness of her lips. It’s a quiet moment, full of unspoken things, my heart racing with each press of my mouth to hers. Her breath mingles with mine, and I can feel the warmth between us, a silent promise something more is coming.

But then, I lose control.

The kiss deepens—urgent, intense—as my hands slide to her waist, pulling her closer. Her body presses against mine, and the heat between us spikes. Her lips part, and my tongue meets hers, hungry and desperate, as if we’ve both been waiting for this moment for far too long. The world outside us disappears, leaving only the thundering of my pulse and the taste of her. Every movement, every brush of our lips, feels electric, like a current coursing between us, igniting something fierce.

She responds with the same urgency, her hands threading through my hair, tugging me closer, if that’s even possible. The kiss becomes wild, as though we’re both trying to consume each other, to feel everything at once. My hands move to her back, pulling her into me until there’s no space between us, just the raw heat of skin and desire.

I groan as she presses her body harder against mine, and I can feel the rapid thumping of her heart. Each kiss, each stroke of her lips, only makes me want more—more of her, more of this.

The kiss breaks, and before I can even react, she sinks to her knees in front of me. A breath catches in my chest. My heart races as my hands find their way to her shoulders. “What are you doing?” I ask, my voice thick with confusion and desire.

She looks up at me, her eyes burning with something dark and daring. “You told me to do anything that makes me feel empowered,” she says, her words soft but carrying a sharp edge. Without hesitation, she unbuckles my pants, releasing me with a steady hand. My erection springs free, the tip already slick with pre-cum, and the sight of her looking up at me, in control, makes my pulse quicken.

Her lips part, and I shudder as I feel the heat of her mouth brushing against me. Without a word, she takes me in, her mouth warm and tight around me. I almost lose myself instantly, the sensation overwhelming. “Fuck,” I growl, my voice rough with need. “God, Sophia… I love seeing you like this, taking me like this. Seeing you on your knees… It’s my undoing.”

Her eyes never leave mine as she begins to move, slow at first, teasing with the flick of her tongue. The sensations are maddening. She swirls her tongue around me, gently teasing the slit at the tip, and I groan, low and guttural. I feel her pulling me deeper, and I can’t stop myself. I grab a fistful of her hair, guiding her further down, closer, until I’m fully inside her mouth. “Fuck,” I mutter, the control I’m trying to hold onto slipping with every second. “You feel so fucking good, Sophia…so goddamn good.”

Her movements become more urgent, rhythmic, her breath coming in quick, ragged gasps. Every flick of her tongue, every swirl of her mouth sends a jolt of electricity through me until I’m utterly lost in her. The power she has over me is intoxicating, leaving me unable to do anything but surrender to the feeling.

I try to hold back, try to keep some semblance of control, but the rhythm she sets is like a drug, and I’m drowning init. My fingers tighten in her hair, urging her to take more of me, to push herself deeper. She doesn’t hesitate, pushing herself further, deeper, until I hit the back of her throat. I gasp, the pleasure mixing with a sharp sting of need. She gags, but it’s only for a second before she relaxes, and then, to my disbelief, she takes me even deeper. My body tenses, my breath catching in my throat. I freeze, trying desperately to control the overwhelming pleasure threatening to break me.

“Not like this,” I growl, my voice low and commanding, thick with hunger. I can barely pull away, my body still craving her touch, but I know I need more. I lift her effortlessly, my hands strong around her waist as I carry her to the adjacent room, the air between us crackling with unspoken need. She doesn’t ask where we’re going. Her lips are on mine again, soft and warm, and I feel her tremble against me. The taste of her is intoxicating, like everything I’ve ever wanted. My tongue moves against hers, devouring her like I’ve been starved, my need for her consuming me.

“I love you, Sophia,” I murmur against her lips, my breath ragged, my heart thundering in my chest. “I fucking love you so much.”

Her eyes soften, her warmth enveloping me, and for a moment, I almost forget the world around us. She’s everything. The words spill from me, raw and real, and I feel her body shudder against mine.

I set her down, my hands shaking as I remove her clothes, my movements frantic, as if the very act of touching her could set my skin on fire. Her body is soft beneath my fingers, and I can feel the heat radiating from her, her pulse quickening under my touch. She’s everything. I lift her onto the table, my hands gripping her thighs as I spread her wide, my heart racing with anticipation.

A soft moan escapes her as I trace the curve of her breast with my mouth, grazing my teeth over her nipple, and she gasps, her body arching toward me. Her skin is like fire under my touch, each reaction sending a jolt of electricity through me. I don’t want to stop. I can’t stop. My fingers find her other breast, teasing the sensitive bud, and I feel her body writhe beneath me, desperate for more.

“Oh God,” she gasps, her voice breathless, and it only pushes me further. I need to hear her. I need her to fall apart beneath me.

“Lay back,” I growl, my voice low and gravelly. I can see the way she surrenders, her body yielding to me as she closes her eyes, her chest rising and falling with each shaky breath. I kiss her softly, my lips leaving a trail of warmth across her skin, worshiping every inch of her.

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