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It was too much.

He was too much.

My feelings.

Everything.

"Say it again," Hunter growled as he rocked me on top of his cock.

"I love you," I cried out the dirty truth as I rode him hard and rough.

"Open your goddamn eyes and look at me when you say it," he ordered, his tone husky and full of want.

"I fucking love you, Hunter!" I snapped, clawing at his chest. "Jesus, I'm crazy in love with you."

"Good," he practically snarled before tossing me onto my back and re-entering me in one swift movement. He pressed harder, pushed deeper, demandedmorefrom me with every thrust of his hips. "Because I'm fucking lost in you."

I threw my head back and cried out loudly as the familiar swell of desire pooled inside of my body, causing my pussy to clench and my body to tremble.

This man knew how to handle me. He knew how to touch me and he knew how to take.

He was going to make me come again, and I was going to revel in every moment of it.

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I woke in the middle of night to an empty bed and an aching throb between my legs.

Climbing out of bed, I slipped Hunter's shirt over my head before padding into the kitchen.

Hunter was sitting at the table, shirtless, and with a cigarette balancing between his lips.

Several pieces of black metal were strewn on top of a towel along with what looked like ammunition. Now, I was no gun expert, but I guessed what all those pieces went into it.

I felt his eyes on me as I walked over to the table and sat down opposite him.

Leaning back in my chair, I watched as he continued to polish each piece.

Resting my elbow on the arm rest, I touched my fingers to my swollen lips as a tremor of fear and pleasure rolled down my spine.

He looked up from his task then, blue eyes landing on mine, and in that one, simple glance I was ruined.

Morals disintegrated.

Ticket to heaven burning in the heat of his stare.

Keeping his gaze, I tilted my head to one side and let my legs fall open.

He cocked a brow as his eyes took a slow, sinful appraisal of my body.

I rocked my hips slowly and waited in wistful anticipation, never taking my eyes off him.

He lowered his gun.

My heart hammered violently against my ribcage.

He reached for his cigarette, then tossed it in the ashtray.

Biting my thumb, I watched him stand up slowly.

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