Page 53 of Nocturne
Hunter turns his face toward me, burning with desire and vulnerability. His cheeks flushed with a blush he can’t hide, eyes shining like a wild light about to explode. Sweat beads on his forehead, veins pulsing beneath the thin skin of his neck, like his will might just burst out.
His lips parting, begging, pleading without saying a word. His face is a living portrait of the rawest conflict—pain and pleasure tangled in every breath, making him even more irresistible, more mine.
Guilt tries to take root inside me, squeezing my chest, choking every thought, but I turn it into anger—a raw, burning rage that explodes into pure fucking lust. I thrust harder, fucking him like it’s the last time, my eyes locked on the curve of his ass, drunk on raw, almost animal desire.
“I’m gonna come...” I growl, voice rough, almost breaking.
“Do it... I’m begging… Show me who’s the king,” Hunter replies, voice trembling, his hands giving in to his own body, jerking off right in front of me—vulnerable and fierce.
In an instant, I lose myself—coming hard and heavy inside him, the skin at his waist arching under my firm hands gripping tight, his legs rising like the pleasure might carry him away from everything.
I become a loud moan, a fierce, intense presence. Hunter moans with me, so loud it feels like it sets the air on fire around us. Our sounds mix, feeding off each other, an uncontrollable blaze of desire and surrender burning without asking for forgiveness.
“I’ve been watching you. Wanting you, Damon.” Hunter’s voice is low, still heavy with ragged breaths as we dress slowly, like every piece of clothing is a barrier between us and what just happened.
Even after the fire, the bodies pressed tight, I feel swallowed by a thick silence, lost for words, unsure how to act. What the fuck did we just do?
“I don’t even know how to say what just happened here.” My voice shakes, weak and uncertain.
“Desire.” He’s blunt, almost like a punch to the gut, eyes locked on mine—hot, burning. “You have no idea what I could do to you.”
I want to pull back, remind myself of the lines we can’t cross. “This isn’t right, Hunter. We’re not the same... we’re on opposite sides.”
“I know.” His voice drops, almost a whisper weighted with pain and surrender. “But with you, everything feels like it makes sense—even when it’s all wrong. I’ve carried this obsession too long. You have no idea how much it tears me apart inside.”
My hand trembles. “I don’t know how to handle this. You... all of it. This can’t happen again.”
He turns his gaze to the horizon, to the city shining down below, indifferent to us, to our demons, to the rules we just broke.
“There’s so much going on…” His voice fades into the distant noise of the city, into the cold lights that seem to watch us silently. “And maybe we won’t even make it through what’s coming.”
We stand there, frozen, just staring at each other. Shame burns on my skin, but so does the certainty that something, much bigger, much more dangerous, was born between us just now. Something no one knows how to control.
“Where were you?” Hunter asks, the air between us heavy, charged. I know he wants to know why I disappeared, why I’ve been avoiding him since whathappened — since that kiss. And now we’ve fucked.Fuck. What the hell is going on?
“Taking care of some shit. Midnight’s about to strike any second. I’m not dumb like you,” I answer cold, straight, cutting the air between us.
“I know, that’s why I asked.” He says firmly, provoking.
“What’s your fucking problem? You’ve been running this shit way longer than me, but I’m not dumb… I know some shit’s going down.” My voice rises, the words come fast, one after the other, full of confusion, anger, and a little curiosity — that crazy urge to try to understand this fucked-up psycho. “Since that race, you saved my ass. And it ain’t just that. Shit, you kissed me. Bet no one in your crew knows that, huh? You’re straight-up trash.”
He smiles. A crooked, sadistic smile. But then he closes his face, serious again. “You really don’t know half of what I’ve done for you.”
I cross my arms, trying to hold back irritation, trying to disarm him with this dry line: “I never asked you for anything, Hunter.” He frowns and looks at me like I’m a puzzle he wants to solve — or destroy.
“And I never asked for this fucking obsession with you to drag me down this far, to get me to this point. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I was supposed to stay away from you. Always.”
The silence that falls between us is heavy, suffocating. His weird honesty churns my stomach.
“You’re a fucking lunatic who confuses me with all this shit of yours. I want to put a bullet in your head andend all this.” I yell, rage exploding way too loud.
“No, you don’t want that.” He answers firmly, unafraid. “I kissed you, but you gave in. You wanted it. And what happened now… you wanted it. And so did I.”
“None of this should’ve happened.”
“I know what I want. Always did. You can hate me all you want, but I want you... And you don’t gotta answer that shit. But damn, I’m tired. None of this was supposed to go down like this. None of it… it’s all fucked up, backwards. This truce, us working together. Fuck.” He swallows hard, chest tight. “Wish I could tell you the whole damn truth, Damon. But it ain’t that simple.”
CHAPTER 12
