Page 69 of The Hunted
She liked Santino—a lot.
“You keep doing that and I won’t last very long.” His grip on her hip moved to the back of her thighs. He lifted her up to the point that only the head of his cock was inside of her and then he pulled her down on him again.
Her head fell back. “My God.” She felt him deep inside of her, but she needed him to move, was almost desperate for it. She wriggled against him, hoping to urge him to fuck her like he wanted to break her in two. He lifted her off him, leaving only his head inside of her again, and she let out a frustrated growl.
“Stop playing around and fuck me already.” Her nails dug into his shoulders until she felt his skin break under her touch.
Santino’s eyes narrowed, and he hissed out a breath. “There she is.” His smirk sent her heart into overdrive. “I knew you had those claws in you.”
He slammed her down on him again, and her body shook. She moaned, and heat crawled up her spine as he continued to move. Her back slammed against the shower wall as he angled himself away from her body to thrust into her. His eyes were glued to the place where their bodies met.
Silva watched him—or tried to—as he fucked her up against the shower wall. She wasn’t sure if the steam that surrounded them was coming from the hot water or the symphony they were making. There was this feral look on his face that made her clench around him, even as her flight-or-fight instincts flared to life. His eyes were dark—almost hollow like he was enjoying splitting her open.
She half-expected him to pull out a knife on her and cut her skin.
The idea had her head falling forward as her stomach tightened. She felt a tingling sensation start at the base of her spine and coil around her chest. She was close, but there was no way she’d be able to climax like this.
“Oh no you don’t,” Santino growled.
He pulled out of her and within her next breath she was facing the shower wall, her left leg up on the soap shelf, and her hips pulled up so high, she was tiptoeing on her right foot. She didn’t have time to protest. Santino was slamming his cock inside of her—stretching her in a new way.
She groaned his name as he fucked her from behind, hitting spots she didn’t know could exist. The tingling sensation was stronger now, but she still didn’t think he’d get her there.
“Oh God,” she whimpered.
Santino chuckled, grabbing a fistful of her hair, and pulled her back so her head was on his shoulder. His other hand wrapped around her throat and her body shook. “You making me your god?” His lips nipped at her skin. “You can give me praise later when I put you on your knees and fuck that sweet mouth of yours. Touch yourself, princess. Show me how pretty you are when you cum.”
Silva complied before her mind could catch up. She used her middle finger against her clit just as Santino’s thrusts increased. His pace was maddening, and his grip on her neck tightened to the point she couldn’t breathe. Some tiny part of her mind wanted her to be concerned, but a larger part of her was fucking thrilled.
The tingling sensation built in her body. The sound of the shower still running, and their skin slapping against each other pushed her closer to her climax.
“Relax, princess.” Santino’s voice was in her head. “Let me take care of you. Just…fuck, I don’t think I’m going to be able to do anything else but be inside of you.” His chuckle made her nipples hardened. “Just let go and let me make you feel good.”
He changed the angle of his thrusts, and that’s all it took. Black spots danced across her vision, and the floor beneath her feet shook—or maybe it was her body. It felt like she was falling off a cliff—nose-diving toward the ground at break-neck speed, but she didn’t care. She opened up her arms and let the wind—let Santino—take her wherever he wanted to go.
Her skin was on fire, and she never felt more alive as her climax barreled through her body, ripping her in half. She relished it as incoherent words fell from her lips in a prayer only meant for Santino.
It had never been like this with anyone—even Mari, and she actually loved the woman.
But Santino had always been different. From the first moment he ran into her in the coffee shop he had been burrowing his way underneath her skin. He was leaving bits and pieces of himself with her, and maybe that’s why another climax coursed through her before she even came down from the first one.
“I can’t,” she whimpered. Her head swam. She couldn’t breathe in anything other than the man who was fucking her with so much force she was firmly pressed against the shower wall. Her cheek was digging into the tile as Santino took everything from her.
And she wanted more.
Needed it.
“I knew it would be like this.” He slowed his pace, and that sent goosebumps across her skin, even though she was burning up. “I knew you would feel this good.” He kissed a path across her shoulders as he slowed his strokes until he stopped moving.
“Are you okay, princess?” He pushed the hair out of her eyes and tilted her head back.
“Mmmhm, isss good.” Her brain had stopped working somewhere on the first orgasm. It had been left on the cliff she was still free-falling from.
Santino’s deep chuckle made her pussy clench. His answering moan gave her the boost of energy she needed, and she pushed her ass back into him, wanting him to keep going.
“Wait, wait.” He held her in place and she let out a frustrated grunt.
Why did he stop fuckin…oh. “You haven’t….”
