Page 64 of Hunted Vengeance

Fuck is right.

“Look at me when I’m inside of you, Colette.”

Tipping my chin down, I open my eyes and look at him. He’s beautiful, this man who consumes me. This man who fills me. I am so in love with him, and at the same time, I feel like I don’t even know him.

He’s this beautiful man who I was married to for a few months. This gorgeous stranger has consumed me since the moment I laid eyes on him. His fingers grip my hips as he holds on to me, digging into my flesh, remarking the fingertip bruises he’s already left there.

“Move, baby,” he urges.

But I don’t want to, because moving is going to speed this up. It’s going to mean that this moment will be over sooner rather than later. I want to stay right here, full of him, stretched and complete… inside and out.

Pressing my palms against his chest, I dig my nails into his muscles there, biting the corner of my lip before I shake my head from side to side.

“I don’t want to,” I lie.

Because I do want to.

My body craves movement right now, but in my head, I know that it will be over and done with far too soon. An hour would be too soon. A day would be too soon. I could stay here for a lifetime, and it wouldn’t be long enough.

Slowly, my body begins to betray my mind and starts to move, no matter how much control I try to take over myself. I’m terrible at the control aspect when it comes to Merrick. I have been since day one.

My hips roll, and his fingers flex at the same time my nails dig farther into his chest. I still want to trace his tattoos with my tongue, but I can’t think about that right now. My focus is on trying to hold back my orgasm because the way I’m feeling right now, a strong wind against my clit could possibly send me over the edge.

And I think it might.

I can feel myself climbing higher and higher with each roll of my hips. I’m so close to the edge, ready to tip over at any given moment. I don’t want to. I shake my head, careful not to look away from Merrick’s gaze. His eyes are on mine, connected, holding them as I continue to roll my hips.

“I’m not ready,” I whisper.

And I’m not. Mainly because I still want to stay here forever, even if my body is begging for release. My hips buck and jerk against my will. My back arches and my nails no doubt draw blood the moment Merrick’s thumb rubs circles against my clit.

I come.

Hard. Fast. Unrelenting.

My body is not my own. It’s uncontrollable as the orgasm consumes me, and then I collapse on top of him, nuzzling his throat as he continues to use my body to find his own release. I am a pile of mush, of muscle and skin and nothing else as he holds on to me, burying himself inside of me before he comes.

One of his hands slides up my spine, and a moan rolls throughout his body before he rasps. I almost don’t hear his voice, I almost don’t hear his words, but I do, and when I do, my heart flutters. I don’t know why he’s said it, and I’m far too exhausted to ask. My eyes slide closed as he says my name.

“I need you to have my baby, Colette.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

MERRICK

LeavingColette asleep in the bedroom, I tug on a pair of pants, shove my phone in my pocket, and slip out into the living area. I check the balcony, where I have a feeling I will find Grayson, and smirk at the sight of him. He’s exactly where I thought he would be.

Making my way over to the bar, I pour a glass of whiskey and grab both my glass and the bottle before I walk out onto the balcony and sink down in the chair beside his. Then I set the bottle on the table between us and let out a grunt.

“You are plotting something,” Grayson announces.

I snort, lifting my whiskey to my lips before taking a sip. “Why would you say that?”

He hums. “I saw it in your eyes earlier when Theron brought you back to the suite.”

He’s right.

Sometimes I fucking hate how well these men know me, but it’s a double-edged sword because I know them just as well. Just like I know that Grayson is brooding over something. He isn’t going to tell me what it is, but he’s brooding.

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