Page 5 of Hunted By Darkness

Large hands eclipsed my face, two beams of gold fixed to my lips before his face blurred and his mouth came down hard on mine. His tongue pushed its way in, stroking and flicking. I couldn’t help it, I kissed him back. I let him have his way despite knowing it’d only make things worse.

But this man kissed me like it was our last day alive every damn time. His lips were hungry, impatient, and demanding. And like always, he overwhelmed me with sensation until I gave into him.

He yanked and pulled the jacket off me, mindful of all the weapons I could grab and use on him. His naughty boy smile appeared as he tossed the small arsenal onto the floor. “Won’t be needing those, will you, love?”

“You’re the only one who thinks so,” I quipped.

Tossing off his shirt, he walked me back until I was crowded against the wall. “You’re plenty lethal without them, and I’d be a daft arse not to think so.” He guided my hands over his chest, the tattooed muscle rippling under the forced caress. “Oh aye, these hands alone are trouble, yeah? I wouldn’t mind you punishing me with them.”

I smacked his stomach and pushed the brute farther away. “Is it punishment if you like it in the end?”

“Dunno, love. Want to give it a go and see for yourself?” That gleam in his partially silver eyes was back. The one he always gave me when he was up to no good.

But if I gave into him, we’d be here for hours, and I’d rather interrogate the ghost I’d been chasing for the better part of the last month than be hostage to this insufferable menace all night. It didn’t matter if the man was a damn god of pleasure. I had shit to do.

“No, thanks,” I moved, but his arms shot out to cage me in.

“Now, now. Where do you think you’re going?”

“Downstairs,” I growled with another push, but the ridiculously large troll didn’t budge. “Move.”

Silas groaned, coming closer instead of moving away. “I do love it when you growl orders at me, princess. Really gets me going.”

The trouble with his type was nothing I said or did would deter him. I’d need to play this smart. Give in long enough to make him believe he’d won, then make my escape.

Biting my lower lip, my eyes glided up to his. “Then make it worth it, asshole. I’m bored already.”

His chest rumbled with the challenge, fingers tracing the subtle curve of my neck. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think this was a trap.”

I dragged a hand down his chest, watching his pecs and abs dance again. “Guess you’ll just have to try your luck.”

My hips were grabbed and yanked into his, the hard length of his cock already outlined by denim. He kissed my bare shoulders, across my collarbone, then along the column of my neck. His impatience dotted several spots on my throat and jaw.

My eyes fluttered in near surrender. One of his hands kneaded my breast, and my shirt caught under my arms. My bra was pushed aside as he dropped to his knees in front of me.

“Have I told you lately how much I bloody worship you?”

My voice was softened by lust. “Yes.”

“Well, let me say it again. You’re exquisite, and I’m a lucky bastard.” He raked a hand through his silver locks, his similarly colored eyes shooting up to my face in overt reverence.

It was annoying how goddamn pretty this man was. I shouldn’t give into him so quickly, but every time that silver gaze landed on me, I couldn’t deny him anything.

His hot breath fanned out across my breasts. I shivered, hands on his shoulders. With a growl, he twisted me around, pushed me up against the door, and then his front lined my back. He dragged my jeans down, and I angled back. The place between my legs throbbed for him.

Maybe a quickie wouldn’t be a terrible idea. I needed to work off the adrenaline this night gave me, and this asshole was good for it. So was his cock.

As if reading the surrender in my body, Silas chuckled and slid my underwear to the side. The crown of his cock teased my center before he punched forward and his massive shaft spread me wide open. I gasped and my body tensed, shocked by the sudden swarm of sensation.

He set the pace for rough and fast. His length slammed in, the slap of his hips meeting my ass a loud echo in my ears. The stimulation was everywhere, inside and outside. One of his large hands kneaded my breast, while the other worked my clit. It was nearly too much, but I couldn’t get enough of it.

Neither could he.

His low grunts fell next to my ear as he used his weight to deepen our bend and thrust his cock in. He pressed a hand over my stomach to intensify the stimulation. “You’re so fucking tight, princess. No matter how many times I fuck you, you’re always so wet and tight. So bloody perfect.”

“Silas,” I breathed his name in prayer, close to coming. And by the way he tensed and sped up, he was, too. “Fuck me harder and stop talking.”

His breathless laughter painted the side of my face. His hands worked me over his girthy length, thrusting hard enough for the door to threaten to collapse. But the tension in my waist snapped, and I came hard enough not to care if Lev heard. My legs shook as Silas slapped into me a few more times and locked up, groaning his release.

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