Page 101 of Hunt Me
Every time he called me his perfect angel, I felt guilty. I wasn’t supposed to hunger for a man so determined to break me, but here I was, wet and hot. My pussy muscles clenched, the sheer anticipation of his cock being plunged deep inside creating stars in vibrant colors.
With his eyes now hooded, he flicked his finger across my other nipple, dipping down to suckle the tender tissue in his hot mouth.
I fisted my hands, never blinking as I watched him unravel me with such expertise, I was breathless. The passion from before seemed a world away. Mikhail was an entirely different man with unbridled needs. When he leaned back, he issued a series of husky growls. He was taking his time, exploring every inch of me and I had no doubt he was memorizing every freckle, every mole.
I’d never felt so adored as I did with him. Knowing we shouldn’t be together only boosted the excitement. He rolled his pinkyaround my belly button, his heavy sigh and tense muscles an indication he was losing his patience.
Yet he wanted to paint me with his touch, to allow the moment of sweet surrender to linger. When he touched the skin only centimeters away from my pussy, I jerked up from the bed, laughing since I was ticklish.
He chuckled in response, even wagging his finger as if warning me not to try to escape. Of course the bad girl in me wanted to do exactly that.
Easing his knee off the bed, he trailed his fingers down one leg, eyeing me carefully as he bent my knee, pressing it against the bed. I was more exposed than ever.
“Do not move,” he stated, his tone even more authoritative.
I remained where I was until he backed away by a few feet. He was so damn gorgeous, his carved physique even more impressive than I’d thought before. As he unfastened his belt, taking his time to do so, my mouth watered in anticipation.
Easing onto my elbows, I darted my eyes back and forth, watching the exquisite show as he removed his clothes. The man was godlike, perfect in every way. Every muscle was carved, every sinewy tendon providing a perfect outline of his strength.
Broad shoulders.
Chiseled chest.
Sculpted abs.
What wasn’t there to appreciate and crave?
When he was finished, he returned to the bed, sitting on the edge and gathering my legs into his arms. After giving me anotherheated look, he lowered his head. This time his hot breath scalded my skin. I cried out and dropped to the bed, immediately pressing one hand over my mouth.
The electric sensations intensified. I was in a dream state and the first time he swirled his tongue around my clit, I thought I’d go mad. He repeated the sinful action three times before pulling the tender tissue into his mouth.
Now I was completely lost, the crackle of electricity incredible. I was breathless and hot, squeezing my eyes shut as the pleasure wrapped around me like a warm blanket.
He dragged his tongue all the way down my pussy, darting the tip into my swollen folds. I could climax quickly, but I wanted this to last.
Mikhail took a deep breath and drove a single finger into my tight channel. I fisted the comforter, twisting my hands and yanking as my legs continued to shake. With every swipe of his tongue, I was allowed to feel pure joy.
“You hunger, the dark and filthy needs you’ve desired rushing to the surface. Isn’t that true?”
“No,” I moaned, twisting my mouth, fighting with everything I had to ignore my body’s reaction. Why bother? There was no denying the way he made me feel or the rush of sensations already carving a path to my soul.
“Your body betrays you once again. Tell me.”
He drove two fingers deep inside, pulsing them several times as he rolled his thumb around my already sensitive clit.
I tossed my head from side to side, biting back a scream as he brought me close to an orgasm.
“Tell me or I’ll stop right here. Right now.” His deep voice penetrated my brain and the moment he pulled his head back, I jerked up, reaching for him.
“No! Don’t stop. Please, dear God, don’t stop.”
“Then tell me, my perfect angel. Do you crave what only I can give you?”
“Yes. Yes…” Still breathless, I dropped to the bed, my toes curling involuntarily the moment he resumed feasting.
Every sound he made fueled the raging fire between us. I kept my eyes closed, falling into a spiraling effect that was coming close to being out of control. He sucked on my clit while finger-fucking me, adding yet another finger as he pumped deep inside. The moment he flexed them open, there was no chance of holding back a scream.
“Arms over your head, Bristol.”
