Page 68 of The Hunted
“I need to hear you say it.” His voice was thick. He shifted his lower body away from her so he could grab his cock and press the tip of his head at her entrance. They both shook when he pressed an inch into her. “Silva,” he growled, “say it.”
He was going to die if he didn’t get inside of her. He could feel the hunger he felt when the need to kill spilled out into his system. It was burning him alive, shouting at him to take what was in front of him.
But he couldn’t move, no matter how loud his instincts were screaming at him to push his cock deeper inside of her.
Silva whimpered, nibbling on her bottom lip. Her hips moved, pulling him deeper inside of her but he held himself still—torturing both of them. “I won’t fuck you until you say it, princess.” He slowly pulled back. “I need to hear you, so we both know there’s no going back after this.”
Because there wouldn’t be.
Not until his need to kill her finally overshadowed his need to claim her.
“Take me already, Santino. Fuck me.”
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Silva’s heart raced too fast and her breath came out in short bursts. She tried to shift her hips—urging Santino to keep going, to push the rest of the way in so she could feel whole. To just take what he wanted from her.
Why had he stopped?
Did he not see the need clawing at her skin?
She whimpered, her head falling back when he nudged inside of her slower.
God, she was going to die if he didn’t keep going.
“Princess,” he sucked on her neck, making her nails dig into his shoulders, “look at me.”
She lifted her head, slowly. The way he was looking at her like he wanted to break her apart only to build her back up made her whimper again.
“Are you sure?” he questioned again, and this time she groaned her frustrations.
How could she word what she wanted from him? How could she tell him how she liked it without it pushing him away or given his profession, make her seek help.
“Santino,” she started and stopped. Mari hadn’t fully understood her need, but they had managed to work given the emotional connection. But that conversation had been a rough one to get through. She wasn’t sure she could explain it now with his cock so close to her pussy it was clenching, trying to pull him inside of her.
“Oh,” the word was barely above a whisper, but his lips came crashing down on hers. He consumed her, making it impossible to catch her breath. But she reveled in the way he inhaled her gasps and the way his hand tightened on her hip. She would bruise in the morning. The imprint of his fingers leaving their mark in the only way she wanted from him.
“Next time,” he murmured against her lips, “next time I take you, you tell me exactly how you want it and I’ll give it to you, princess.” He slowly pulled her down on him and they both groaned. “But this first time—fuck me…you feel so good.” He slowly pulled out of her. “You’re going to destroy me.”
He slammed into her again and she moaned. His chuckle was full of wonderment. When she lifted one eye open to look at him she could see the awe stretched across his features, like he didn’t know it could feel this good.
That makes two of us.
Silva let her fingers trace the contours of his face. She closed her eyes, letting her touch paint his picture in her mind. The sharp eyebrows, the long lashes she knew surrounded deep, dark, insightful eyes that always watched her with a fervor of want. Her fingers slid down his nose, surprised to find there was a slight crook in it.
Had it been broken in his youth or after he joined the FBI?
Her fingers teased his strong jaw, shivering at the stubble he had.
What would that feel like in between my legs?
His lips were next in her exploration. They were full and soft, and when he nipped at her skin she smiled, peeking up at him.
“Hi, princess,” his whispered words turned into a moan when she clenched around him. She did it again, and again he moaned.
She loved that he was vocal about his pleasures. The few men she had slept with were always so quiet.
She didn’t like that.
