Page 79 of Hunter

In the bedroom, I reach up and start pulling the pins from my hair, one by one, letting it fall in thick waves down my back. Hunter doesn’t speak, just breathes, heavy and slow. That sound alone makes my thighs press together. Fuck, I want him. No, I need him.

Slowly, purposefully, I slip out of the leggings and t-shirt I slept in.His. I let the fabric slip from my body like a secret. It pools at my feet and I stand there, bare except for black lace panties.

Then he moves.

One second, I’m standing alone. The next, his hands are on my hips, his body flush behind mine, hot, hard, and trembling with need. I lean back into him as his mouth skims my neck, pressing my ass against his already hard dick.

"You know what you’re doing, don’t you?" he growls, the sliver of control he’s maintaining slipping away.

"Taking what’s mine," I whisper.

A dangerous sound leaves him, half groan, half laugh.

“You’ve got it backwards, pretty girl. You were mine the moment I saw you. And now?”

He spins me gently to face him. One of his hands cups my breast, the other slides over the soft swell of my lower belly, the part of me that used to taunt my dreams, but that my husband loves.

“Now I want this,” he murmurs. “I want you round and swollen with my baby. I want to see it, feel it. I need to know it’s mine when I fuck you full and leaking.”

My breath catches. I should feel scandalized. Instead, I feel so fucking happy.

“You don’t even know if I am,” I manage, voice shaky. “We know the limitations of my body.”

His eyes darken.

“No. But I’m going to fuck you like you are. And then again to make sure. You’ll take every drop I give you until there’s no doubt. I don’t accept limits, Bella. You should know that by now.”

I whimper. Actually whimper. He hasn’t even taken his clothes off, and I’m aching for him.

Hunter pushes me back until the backs of my knees hit the bed, then lowers me down with that same steady, possessive control. His jacket hits the floor. Then his shirt. I don’t rush him—I just watch, my thighs clenched, body already buzzing for what’s next.

When he finally kneels between my legs, it’s like the whole world slows down.

His mouth starts on my inner thigh. His tongue traces lazy circles higher and higher until I’m lifting my hips, desperate. “Tell me what you want,” he says, voice rough.

“You.”

“More.”

“Inside me.”

He pulls my panties down slowly, like he’s unwrapping something precious. Then he leans in and licks. A long, slow drag of his tongue over my clit that has me moaning loud enough for the whole damn house to hear.

“My friends will know we are having a good time, wife. Keep up moaning like that and I’ll be getting pats on the back.” His eyes flick up to mine and he grins. I snort with laughter at his boyish charm.

“Don’t remind me who’s here,” I scold. “I won’t want to have sex.”

“You’re already dripping for me,” he murmurs, kissing just beside where I want him. “So needy. Like your body knows it’s meant to be bred. You couldn’t stop if you were in the fucking public view. You need my cock deep inside you. It’s not a choice.”

“Oh my God,” I gasp.

“Say it.” He sucks my clit, slow and deliberate. “Say you want me to fuck a baby into you. Tell me, Bella. I need to hear it on those pretty lips.”

“Yes.” It’s barely a whisper, but it’s all I have left. “I want it. I want you to come inside me.”

That’s all it takes.

He rises over me in one fluid motion, pops the buttons open with snap, and shoves his pants down just enough to free himself. His cock is already hard, angry, and throbbing.

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