Page 75 of The Hunted
He couldn’t imagine going without her sass and teasing nature, or the way she gave him shit because she could. He found her endearing. It made him want to lock her away so no one could touch her except him.
Silva groaned while she shifted on her knees and his hips moved faster, fucking her face without remorse. Neither one of them seemed to care. He felt his orgasm climbing at an alarming rate. He wanted this to last forever, but the way her mouth felt, he was a prisoner to the pleasure she pulled out of him.
“Princess,” he growled, trying to hold off, “if you’re going to cum, do it now. Shit…,” he groaned. The tingle sensation was coming at him too fast.
His climax barreled through him, hard. Silva’s name was on his tongue as he shot down her throat. He fought to keep his eyes open and on her—wanted to see her take all of him, but his eyes squeezed shut. He moaned loud and long as she sucked everything out of him.
“Fuck, ahh, fuck me.” His entire body was warm and his bones felt like liquid. He was going to collapse, but the featherlight kisses against his still semi-hard cock had his eyes flaring open and focused on his princess.
He wanted to take her again.
“Hi,” she murmured up at him.
“Hi. You didn’t let a single drop spill?” He leaned down kissing her head. “Such a good girl.”
She beamed at him under the praise. “I want—” he stopped short, feeling like he was being watched. He looked over his shoulder half-expecting someone to be standing there.
But of course, no one was.
He was ready to chalk it up to his nerves being extra sensitive, but he heard the sound of the door click, and his blood went cold.
ChapterThirty
Silva woke up to the sound of a motor running. She was hot too, buried under a heavy weight. She wanted to burrow under farther and sleep the rest of her life away. She couldn’t remember the last time she had a dreamless sleep. She wanted to continue to enjoy it, except that noise was pulling her from her slumber.
“Turn it off already,” she grumbled and shifted toward the edge of the bed. She only made it partially until something dragged her back against a hard wall.
Her eyes snapped open, and the memory of last night and early this morning came back to her in flash. Her body hummed and her hips shifted back onto a hard erection.
Santino Alvarez.
She turned in his arms, taking a moment to appreciate the man while he slept. If he was larger than life while he was awake, the notion didn’t dispel now that he slept and his guard should be down. His presence still loomed around her. The very breath she breathed was coated with everything they spent doing in the wee hours of the morning.
The fact that he convinced her to come home with him was a feat all on its own.
She never spent the night with anyone outside of her relationship with Mari, and that took six months before she felt comfortable enough to spend the night. They’d known each other longer than they were dating, and though her and Santino hadn’t decided exactly what this was between them, it was vastly different.
More potent.
More intoxicating.
And no nightmares.
The thought made her smile. She traced the space between his eyebrows, hoping to smooth out the frown lines.
Who was grumpy in their sleep?
She let her fingers trace over his stubble, shifting her legs together, and felt the familiar beard burn from the time he spent between her thighs.
She never had anyone go down on her like they were starved and desperate for her. Her body never stopped shaking, and he didn’t let up once she was done. He kept going at her, until he pulled a final orgasm from her before he fucked her to sleep.
And given how sore she still was, he probably took her while she slept.
The idea sent a shiver down her spine. Her stomach dipped, thinking how he took his pleasure from her whenever he wanted.
She’d been wrung out and stretched every which way, and still she felt insatiable for him. She had to stop herself from reaching between their bodies and sliding him inside of her.
“Where did you come from?” she whispered, letting her fingers trail over the scars on his skin.
