Page 67 of The Hunted
All long, toned limbs, soft stomach, and full pert breasts with brown nipples, his fingers twitched at his side to touch. Her beautiful eyes darkened as she looked at him both curious and cautious. The movement between her legs slowed but she didn’t stop.
Her breath hitched. “Are you really here?” Her voice felt like a quick caress against his cock. The damn eager thing jumped, practically waving at her. He’d been around her enough now to not be alarmed at how easily she got his body to respond to her.
I think I like what she does to me.
He nodded, not trusting his voice and took a step forward. A low grumble vibrated through his chest when she reached for his shirt and pulled him closer to her. The hot water didn’t even register as it soaked the back of his shirt and jeans, his focus was solely on the beauty in front of him.
“Hi,” she whispered, her eyes rolling as she continued to play with herself.
Santino smirked, wrapping his hand around her neck to pull her flush against his own body. His other hand wrapped around her wrist, pulling it from between her legs. The soft curse that left her lips made his smile grow.
“We’re you stalking me again, Santino Alvarez?” The corner of her lips tilted up just for a moment. “Adding B and E to your list of crimes and barging in on a woman in the shower while she fucked herself.” Shetskedunder her breath. Her other hand palming the front of his jeans.
Santino groaned, dropping his head. He clenched his teeth as she continued to slowly stroke him through his jeans—something he never let anyone else do, but with her, his skin felt like it was on fire. He felt like he’d die if he didn’t actually feel her hands on him soon.
“Be careful, princess,” he moaned when she squeezed his dick hard.
“What was that?” She chuckled and his grip around her neck tightened. “I didn’t quite hear you,” she gasped.
He lifted his gaze to hers. The steam from the shower grew, coating them in their own little bubble he had no desire to pop. “Teasing me, princess?” He questioned, running his tongue along her lips before sinking his teeth into her bottom one hard. The little sound she made was a cross between a whimper and a groan, and it made him lightheaded.
“Be careful with that,” he continued, kissing a path across her jaw. “I enjoy teasing as well.” He brought her other hand back between her legs, making her cup herself with his hand on top of hers. He put enough pressure against her clit she nearly shot up on her tiptoes.
His own eyes were rolling as she kept her grip on him. He wasn’t sure either one of them could play this type of push-and-pull game for long, but he’d be damned if he was the one who gave in first.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, and he pulled both their hands away, causing her to groan.
“You don’t make the rules, princess.” He nipped at her pout. “All the things I want to do to you.”
“Do you need a personal invitation to do them?” she challenged.
Santino growled low in his throat and quickly turned her around to face away from him. He placed both her hands on the wall and pulled her hips back toward him so there was a beautiful arch in her back. He smacked her ass twice before he cupped her from behind, groaning at how wet she was.
“Look at how soaked you are.” He grabbed her hair and pulled her back toward him. “My filthy girl. You’re making a mess all over my fingers.” He pulled her head toward his left shoulder, biting into her neck. He had this insane urge to mark her skin, to let the world know, the Reaper especially, she belonged to him.
“Oh my God.” She pushed her ass into him. “Santino, I need….” She moved her hips back and forth, riding his fingers.
“What was that?” He moved his hand away and shoved his thigh in between her legs. He gripped her hip, helping her move faster. “Are you going to make a mess all over my jeans?”
She was chanting incoherent things, but he could hear that slight accent she had become more pronounced. He still couldn’t place it, not that he cared much right now. His focus was on how wild she looked. How hungry his body was to crawl inside of her and feel her wrap around him. How pretty she’d be when she screamed for him.
“I want to fuck you, Silva Hunt.” He brought his lips toward her ear. “I want to feel you cum.” He used his other hand to unbutton his jeans and slide his zipper down. The sounded echoed around them, and the relief he felt when he sprung his cock free made some of the tension leave his body.
But it was short-lived.
He grabbed one of her hands and pulled it behind her to wrap around his cock. He hissed out a breath, watching her struggle to get her fingers to connect.
“Princess,” he taunted, pulling his leg away. She grumbled her frustrations, and he was starting to find the sound cute.
He turned her around to face him. He needed to see her eyes when he spoke again. The honey in her left eye was so dark it was almost black, and the blue in her right looked like the ocean at night. She mesmerized him. The gym could fall on his head and he wouldn’t care.
Dangerous.
The word whispered in his mind and the hairs on the back of his neck stood as if he was being watched. He didn’t heed the warning. He didn’t care in the slightest but angled his body to make sure he covered Silva’s.
No one got to see her like this—only him.
“I want to fuck you, Silva.” He grabbed her leg and hiked it up over his waist. He grabbed her other leg and did the same thing, pushing her up against the wall. Her hands wrapped around his neck and her ankles locked around his lower back.
