Page 37 of Hunted Temptation
Rocking my hips, I keep my eyes closed as I feel.
As I accept the way his tongue feels sliding through my folds, swirling around my clit, flicking it, then repeating the movements. My body begins to climb higher and higher as it finds its way toward the edge, ready to tumble over.
I’m trying not to come immediately, but I’m so close that I may not be able to hold back. I bite my bottom lip as I try not to come yet. I continue to rock back and forth, climbing higher and higher with each stroke of his tongue.
Then it happens.
I don’t just fall over the edge, I tumble at full speed. Before I realize what’s happening, he is behind me, and I feel him slide deep inside, to the root. My head flies backward, my hair shifting with it. His fingers curl in my strands, tugging my head back and holding it there before he begins to move.
His motions are slow, allowing me to adjust to his intrusion with each stroke. I am so wet, my body primed for him. I think I might even be able to come again, and I’m convinced that only this man could make that happen.
Closing my eyes, my back and neck equally arched, I let out a whimper. He continues to move inside me, and I begin to climb again.
Higher and higher.
His fingers tighten simultaneously in my hair and on my hip before he releases my hip and gently glides his hand across my belly. His fingers slip between my legs, and I let out a long exhale when he finds my sweet spot.
Vaughn’s fingers move between my legs, swirling and applying the perfect amount of pressure there. My hips buck, but the way he’s holding me, I can’t move more than just a fraction of an inch with each swirl, each swipe of his fingers.
I am so closeagain, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to get there with being this limited in my movements. Just when I think I won’t be able to find my release, it rushes throughout my entire body. I don’t anticipate it, but it consumes me.
As I tremble, my muscles turn to mush, and I would collapse if Vaughn weren’t holding me up by my pussy and my hair. If he knows I’ve found my release, he doesn’t say anything. He also doesn’t stop moving inside me, harder and harder.
Vaughn’s hand slides out from between my legs, and he grabs ahold of the edge of the armrest as he begins to thrust. I let out a cry, the sound muffled as it escapes my lips. The only sounds in the room are the slapping of skin, moans, and cries.
Then Vaughn’s grunts begin to fill the room, followed by his roar.
VAUGHN
She restsher head on my chest. We haven’t moved from the sofa, our legs tangled with one another, our bodies pressed close together… cuddling. We’re fucking cuddling in the middle of the daylight, in the middle of the living room.
When I feel Elodie shift, her chin rests on my chest as she moves her gaze to meet mine. Dipping my chin slightly, I look down at her, arching a brow in question. She has something on her mind. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have shifted her position so quickly.
She opens her mouth, then closes it again, repeating herself. I watch, waiting for her to say something, whatever it is. Whatever her question is, it’s no doubt on the tip of her tongue. I can wait her out.
“Why am I here?” she asks.
“Why are you here?”
I’m not sure what she’s asking me. She knows why I’ve brought her here. I’ve been very fucking clear on my stance.
Extremely.
I got her out of that life to give her a chance at freedom.
She gives me a small smile. “Yeah,” she rasps. “Why am I here? Like this, lying beside you.”
“Do you not want to be?” I ask. “Because I’m pretty sure you didn’t mind a few minutes ago,” I murmur.
Her cheeks turn pink, then I feel her shift against me, and her hand cups my cheek. She slides her thumb across my bottom lip before her hand drops down and curls around my waist.
“You know what my life was like before you brought me here. I don’t know much about you, but there was a reason you were there. A reason you knew what was going on. And a reason you didn’t just leave me there.”
“You aren’t buying that I just want you to have your freedom?” I ask.
“A man who did what you did, without even blinking? No, I don’t buy it.”
She’s not wrong, per se. The man I am, if I didn’t want to keep her for myself, I would have ended her misery with the rest of them. My fingers dance up her spine, feeling her smooth skin beneath my touch.
