Page 26 of Hunted Vengeance

She presses her hands into the mattress next to my head and pushes up, straightening her elbows. Her eyes find mine. They sparkle in the moonlight, looking absolutely soul-sucking. And I would let her suck every ounce of what’s left of my soul.

“I missed you, Merrick,” she whispers.

Her voice washes over me as she begins to move her hips. I let her because if I don’t feel her move, I’m going to go insane. Thankfully, she puts me out of my fucking misery. Slowly, her hips roll, and I clench my teeth together, feeling her warm, wet heat with each stroke.

Colette slips her hand beneath my head, her fingers curling into my hair as she continues to move. She’s taking her time, and I’m enjoying every fucking second of it. Next time, I’m in control, but this once, in her space, she can have it.

Her lips touch mine, but she doesn’t deepen the kiss. Instead, I feel her breath against my mouth as she climbs again. Higher and higher. I want to feel her cunt squeeze me, strangle me when she comes.

“Baby, move faster,” I exhale against her mouth.

She doesn’t.

Instead, she lifts herself a little higher from me. She places her hands on my chest, her nails digging into my flesh as she rolls her hips. Her tits sway, begging for my mouth. I want to lick every fucking inch of her body, and I will—later.

She builds up her momentum, her hips rolling over and over as her head falls. I can feel her hair skim my thighs, and I want that all over my body, too. How did I let her walk away from me?

How did I think it was just sex with her? How did I talk myself into the fact that she wasn’t the one for me? Sucking in a breath, I hold it as she continues to move above me. She’s fucking stunning.

Unable to wait a second longer, I flip her onto her back. I can’t fucking stand it one more minute. I need to fuck her. I need her to know it’s me inside of her. To remember exactly who the fuck I am.

Hers.

Her man.

Rolling my hips, I grind my pelvis against her slit, watching as her eyes widen with each downstroke. She gasps, stroking my ego as my cock strokes her. I’m close, so fucking close that I could come inside of her right this fucking second. I hold back, but only barely.

“I’m close,” she breathes.

My hips don’t stop moving, and then it happens. She comes. I feel her cunt squeeze me, gripping me as if she wants to keep all of me inside of her body, and I wish to fuck I could stay there. Crawl inside and fucking make it my goddamn home. Because I’ve never felt more at peace than I do inside of her.

I slam into her body, and it only takes me a couple of strokes before I come. Burying myself deep, I press my mouth against the side of her neck and let out a heavy sigh against her skin as I empty my cum deep inside of her body.

Lifting my head, I look into her eyes. She’s wearing a small smile, one that I know is unintentional, but she couldn’t wipe it off even if she tried. Reluctantly, I slip out of her body and roll onto my back. Gathering her in my arms, I pull her against my side.

We need to talk.

We need to figure shit out—like, right fucking now.

But I’m so damn content that I just hold her against me—keeping her naked body against mine, feeling her softness against my hard. Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to the top of her head and close my eyes.

“I missed you,” she exhales, cuddling closer to me.

I fucking missed her, too. Every goddamn inch of her.

Chapter Eleven

COLETTE

I’m notsure what I should be saying. I want to beg him to take me away. To throw me out the window. I would figure it out from there, but I need the chance to leave. A million thoughts spin around inside my head, but I don’t know how to verbalize them without sounding like a crybaby.

So, I start with the first thing I can actually say.

“I didn’t want to sign those papers,” I blurt out.

I don’t look into his eyes. I stare down at his chest, well, more specifically, my fingers tracing the tattoo on his chest. He doesn’t say anything immediately. Lifting my head, I look down into his eyes, searching his gaze with my own.

He gives me a small smile, and he looks so damn sexy. His fingers slide up the center of my spine before they curl around the back of my neck. My breath hitches as I stare at him. He makes me nervous. I don’t know what to say or how to say it, so I just stare at him—nervously.

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