Page 40 of Altered

To be closing in on my thirties and be so unfamiliar with the male body.

"Goddamn," Hunter purred, tilting his hips so that I fell forward a little. "What a fucking sight to wake up to."

I, too, was naked, and now mortified as the cool light of day shone through the window, showing me in the rawest of forms. I had a hard-enough time accepting my body without the added bruises smearing my skin.

Dammit, sometimes I really wished I lived inside a Snapchat filter. I bossed those filters. Real daylight, on the other hand, was not my friend.

When I moved to wrap the sheet around me, he tossed it away, exposing the mess we'd made last night.

"Don’t, HC," he ordered, tone gruff and husky. "You're too fucking gorgeous to be hidden behind oversized clothes and comforters." He trailed his hands up my stomach, over my breasts and then down my sides, finally resting them on my hips. "Fucking perfect," he told me.

"Even with this?" I asked, forcing a small laugh, as I gestured to my face.

Hunter shifted beneath me. Sitting up, he wrapped one arm around my back, he grabbed my face and kissed me hard. The kiss was one of the earth-shattering kind I wrote about in my books.

"You think I see you different?" he demanded when he broke the kiss, clutching my chin in his hand. When I didn’t respond, he continued, "You think I'm that superficial?"

"It's not great, is it?" was all I could muster together.

"You," he growled and pressed a kiss to my cheek. "Are fucking beautiful."

"No, I'm not –"

He kissed my face again. "Beautiful."

"How is this scar in any way good –"

"Beautiful," he interrupted before trailing his lips over my cheek.

"You don’t have to keep saying –"

"Beautiful," he repeated, pressing another kiss to my face.

"Are you going to keep on doing that?" I asked with a wry smile.

"That depends," he shot back with a smirk. "Are you gonna keep on denying it?"

"I just know what I look like now–"

"Beautiful," he interrupted, pressing a loud and noisy kiss to my face once more.

"Fine," I sighed with a shake of my head. "You win."

"And you are?" he asked.

"Are you being serious?"

"Say it, sweetheart."

"Fine." I rolled my eyes and threw my hands up. "I'm beautiful."

"Damn fucking straight you are," he growled. He pressed a hard kiss to my lips before flopping back down on the pillow and grinning. "And don’t let me catch you saying anything different."

Stifling an aroused groan, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. Cupping his face, I continued to kiss him deeply, plunging my tongue into his mouth and reveling in delight when his snaked out to duel against mine.

I felt him lift my hips upwards and I went willingly, only to release a breathy moan of pleasure when I felt his cock press against my pussy.

Thrusting lazily into my body, Hunter tugged my hips downwards at the same time that he thrust upwards, pressing inside me so deeply I could feel the pressure low in my belly.

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