Page 55 of Hunted Temptation
She was made for me. She was given shit for eighteen years, and I’m going to give her a life, peace, and power for the next eighty.
“Marry me,” I repeat as I slip my fingers inside her.
ELODIE
Marry me.
His words play on repeat inside my head, rolling around and around. I lift my hips, meeting his fingers, grinding my clit against his palm. So good. I’m so close, my body climbing higher and higher with each curl of his fingers inside me.
I love him. So I should be jumping for joy at his demand. But something feels hollow. The wordsmarry me… they don’t feel genuine. There is no profession of love. There are no tender words.
Just a demand.
But before I can question it further, before I can say anything, my body takes over. My desire, my need, my orgasm.
It consumes me.
My hips rock and buck without my control. I’m a woman on the search, a woman ready to combust, and when it happens, I can tell, can feel that it’s going to be huge. The orgasm doesn’t explode inside me the way I expect. It rolls throughout my body and seemingly lasts forever.
Closing my eyes, I grip Vaughn’s biceps, holding on to him, gripping him as I continue to ride his hand and ride out the sensation. Slowly, I let out a breath, my back arching as my orgasm ebbs and flows, as it dies down, and then my heart begins to slow down, and my breathing relaxes. And only when I am a bit more coherent do I open my eyes.
My gaze finds his, and those words come back to me.
Marry me.
I don’t get the chance to talk to him about it. Not yet. Vaughn is the hungry one now… starving, actually.
He spins me around. His hand is on the center of my back before he applies pressure, although he doesn’t have to apply much, because I bend to his will—instantly. I hear his clothes rustle behind me, and my once satiated body is ready for more.
I need him inside me, ache for him to stretch me, to fill me.
When I feel the head of his cock press against my center, I let out a relieved exhale. He buries himself deep inside me, stilling, allowing me to adjust to his size. I push my hips backward, accepting his intrusion—loving it, actually.
His fingers grip my hips before I feel him gently slide out of me, all the way, except for the head of his cock, then he slams inside, hard and deep. He does this a few more times. He thrusts hard but slowly.
God.
So good.
Closing my eyes, I stretched my arms out, gripping the comforter of the bed with my fingers, holding on as he fucks me from behind. Resting my cheek against the soft bedding, I keep my eyes closed and relax my body as much as I can.
He moves.
In and out, slow and hard.
Perfect every single time.
Warmth fills me, flows throughout my body as I begin to climb higher and higher toward the edge.
I’m about to fall over, but I’m not ready yet.
I try to take slow and even breaths.
I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to hold out, but then I feel Vaughn’s hand slip around my hip, dipping between my legs, his fingers touching my clit, swirling and applying the perfect amount of pressure needed to send me over the edge.
I feel his lips against the shell of my ear, his chest pressed against my back, and I let out a moan that fills the room. He doesn’t even have to speak, because I’m right there.
Right.
