Page 66 of Blood of a Huntsman

"This needs to go," she told him, unzipping his pants.

He was quick to comply, removing his belt as she worked to free his hard cock from his black boxers.

"You don't need to—"

His sentence ended on a sharp hiss, because her mouth had taken the head of his cock, and her tongue was tracing its edges. She wasn't a master at sucking cocks, but after his performance, she definitely tried her best, taking her time. She licked the bottom from base to tip before taking the length down her throat, as far as she could go, and sucking. Her head went down, she sucked harder, breathing as she lifted it. Sebastian's hips thrust to meet her. He fisted her hair, and his nails scratched her scalp. She could tell he was trying to be gentle, but every time her mouth returned to the base of his cock, he thrust a little faster, tightened his fist harder. He grunted, and she couldn't recall ever feeling quite so powerful, like this hunter, this beast, was at her mercy. Right now, she could have demanded the moon and he would have asked whether she preferred a silver or golden bow on it.

"Shit, Catherine, I'm gonna come. You should stop…"

Stop? No fucking way? She blew him harder and faster, feeling his butt tighten under her hands, his thrusts become faster, shallower. He panted before tightening everywhere. Catherine sucked him right in her throat, immediately swallowing the salty, acidic cum without tasting it. No one needed that on their tongue.

Sebastian let go of her hair, bent forward, and laughed. "Shit, woman. They always say the crazy ones are better in bed."

"Oh, I'm crazy?"

He turned on his back and pulled her close. "Absolutely. Crazy beautiful. Crazy good at head. And, in a minute, crazy good at taking cocks, too."

She snorted. "How presumptuous of you. What makes you think I want to take your cock anywhere else?"

"Oh, I see the lady may need a little more convincing."

He climbed on top of her, arms either side of her face, his dick, already hard, right against her entrance. He rubbed himself against her, instantly awakening every part of her. Then Sebastian kissed her again. This time, it was demanding. No more patience and sweetness. He fucked her mouth with his tongue, and fucked her clit and pussy lips with his cock. He fucked her thighs too. She was dripping, moaning, her thoughts incoherent again.

"Tell me now how you don't want my cock, Catherine."

"Please!"

Fuck. She wasn't even sorry about begging. She needed him.

"Please what, crazy, beautiful Cat?" He stilled. "Do you want me to stop?"

Desperately, she yelled, "No, please! Please don't stop. I need you. I need you inside me now!"

He grinned and kissed the top of her head before entering her in one hard thrust, filling her so deep.

"Now," he said, tilting his hips forward as Cat clutched the sheets, mouth hanging open, "we may discuss what this means."

He punctuated his words with another deep thrust that made her feel him everywhere inside her.

Sebastian knelt again, lifting her hips so that he hit her at just the right spot, and swayed his hips. Cat brought her hands to her breasts, squeezing them.

"God."

"To me, this means I like you. And that I trust you enough to not plant a knife in my back as I come."

She would have replied, but she was too busy seeing stars, robbed of speech and vision, incapable of the slightest clear thought.

"And it means you like me."

His thumb was on her clit, pressing it, pinching it, and in that moment, she didn't like him at all.

"You may, of course, stop liking me, or stop wanting me. And I could potentially cease to like you. Lose my mind and stop desiring your tight, hot, perfect pussy. If either of those things do occur, we may end this arrangement any time. But for now, Catherine Stormhale…" He bent forward, left arm under her back, right at her shoulder blades, and pulled her up onto his hips. His next words were but a whisper on her neck. "I intend to convince you to let me take you again and again."

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