Page 76 of The Hunted
She focused on each mark she could see in the dim lighting, using it to cool her body, even as a different fire raged on. These marks hadn’t been from the job, but had they come from his youth? She didn’t like the idea of a young Santino being the victim of abuse.
Though, now she could see and understand why he chose to be an FBI agent.
Righting wrongs that had been done to him and probably countless others.
Her finger traced the tattoos she’d completely gotten sidetracked from enjoying. He had a full sleeve of intricate designs that somehow looked like controlled chaos. They made zero sense to her, but they looked pretty. She saw a name on his forearm intertwined with a knife and skull. The script looked like Gertrude, but she couldn’t be sure.
She shifted just enough that the quilt dropped to his waist. His cock kissed his stomach, and it made her mouth water. She reached for him, but her hands were snatched away, and she was on her back before she took her next breath. Her hands were pinned above her head and a pair of dark eyes were staring at her.
His name turned into a groan when he slipped his cock right into her. She didn’t have it in her to be ashamed of how wet she was or how sore she felt. There was a pinch of pain. She was swollen, but she didn’t care. It only added to the fiery pleasure coursing through her.
She tried to shift, needing him to move, but Santino switched his grip on her hands to pin her hips in place. “Don’t move, princess.”
The gruffness in his voice felt like he brushed his face against her inner thighs. She whimpered, feeling herself clench around him. She shouldn’t want more—shouldn’t be able to take more either—but she needed him as much as her body needed air.
“Santino, please.” She tried to move again, but his grip on her hip tightened.
“You’re begging?” He chuckled, dipping his head to her neck.
He hummed low in his throat. “I like having you in my bed.” His voice rumbled across her chest. “I enjoyed fucking you last night.” He nipped at her shoulder and dipped his head lower. “I enjoyed fucking you this morning, and even while you slept.”
“Oh God,” she closed her eyes as her body loosened to take him. She felt the wetness seep out of her only to be pushed back in when he thrust his hips forward. “Look at all these marks on you.” He bit into the top of her breast, sending her legs shaking.
“I want to mark you all over.” There was possession mixed with awe in his tone. It was as if he had never felt these urges and needs before and she was bringing them out in him. It stroked her ego as much as it unnerved her because everything felt brand new to her with him.
“Santino,” she gasped when he swiveled his hips. Her eyes flared open. “I need you….” He cut her off when he grabbed the sides of her face, pinching her cheeks together.
“You need to be fucked, princess,” he growled, “but only how I want to fuck you.” She whimpered. “Shh, shh, sweet girl.”
He pulled out of her and pushed back in. She let out a deep groan. The pain was easing, her legs opened wider on their own to accommodate his with and the base of her spine began to tingle. This would be over quickly for her, if he let her. The idea that he would fuck her until he came but left her on a knife’s edge shouldn’t have sparked pleasure in her the way that it did, but deep down she wanted it.
Santino’s chuckle was dark and delicious. It felt like he trailed his lips all over her body. The tingling sensation moved from her lower back, across her stomach, and up her chest. His hand fell from her face and reared back enough to prop her right leg on his shoulder and drive her left knee to her chest. She was pinned between his bed and body, and she wanted to be nowhere else.
“Princess?” He said her pet name as a question more than a command. Probably his way of checking in with her, even though he didn’t need to. She’d take whatever he wanted so long as he fucked her like he was trying to climb inside of her to mark her as his.
“Fuck me, Santino,” she gasped his name. He didn’t wait for her to finish the command. He was pounding into her with a force that reminded her of his strength. He could snap her in two. Her eyes flared and her heart raced at the knowledge that he could kill her right now if he wanted to and she wouldn’t put up a fight.
She couldn’t.
Not when he leaned forward, compressing his body into hers and wrapping a hand around her neck again. There was something dark and hollow in his eyes that should have scared her. Maybe she was scared, given how fast her heart was beating, but her own pleasure overrode that fear when he changed the angle of his thrusts.
Silva’s climax came at her fast. It felt like Santino had chucked her off the cliff the second they got to the top. She moaned his name, feeling her body shake harder than it had last night. She couldn’t breathe, and instinctively she tried to claw at his hand, but he only squeezed tighter, sending her into another climax that had her gasping for air.
“You feel so good, princess.” Santino’s hips pounded into her faster. “The way you wrap around me feels like heaven.” He chuckled. “If you only knew how far from heaven I should be, you’d keep this from me.” He leaned forward. “But you can’t, can you? You want this as much as I do, don’t…fuck.” He stilled. His body shook on top of her, pouring into her again as he’d done every other time they fucked.
She reveled in it. The primitive knowledge that he was filling her up—marking and coating her with the very essences of him.
He released his hold on her neck and rearranged her legs so they were around his waist as he collapsed on top of her. She let her fingers stroke his strong back, smiling when he shuddered. She felt his satisfied hum against her chest and tilted her head to hear their pulses match the same tempo.
“Perfect.” She felt his lips against the side of her neck before he shifted over to his side, taking her with him. He stayed locked inside of her as if the thought of letting her go was too much.
“Going to sleep inside of you and waking up to fuck you was a delicious treat, princess.” His hand was in her hair, teasing her scalp. “Even in your sleep, your body opens up for me and wraps around me.” He hummed low in his throat. “I could get addicted to you, to this.”
Silva burrowed into his chest, even as her bladder started talking to her. “I should get up. We both probably need to get cleaned up.”
She had no idea how many times he took her while she slept, but she knew he loved climaxing inside of her. The few times she’d been awake, the second he was done, he’d pull out and finger her, making sure his cum stayed inside until he was ready to fuck her again or bury his face between her legs.
“Yeah, we should.” He rocked his hips, and she gasped. “I love your little sounds.” He kissed the side of her head. “Would I sound crazy if I said I want you here all the time?” He chuckled. “It is crazy, but I’m greedy and I can’t get enough.”
