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Hunter growls and nips at my lip.
And the butterflies? They absolutely lose their minds.
Chapter 12
Alexandra
The soft glow ofthe bedside lamp casts a warm amber hue across my bedroom, the only light in the room. It’s enough to see Hunter’s face as he leans in, his dark hair falling slightly over his forehead, his eyes locked onto mine. There’s a hunger in them, raw and unfiltered, and it mirrors the ache building inside me.
It had been a long afternoon with Hunter behind the bar. Constant touching and then the stolen kisses in my office. Closing time couldn’t come soon enough. The only way to describe what I feel now is horny and desperate and full of need for this man.
His lips find mine, and the kiss is electric, a collision of desire pent up for far too long. His hands are firm on my waist, pulling me closer, and I melt into him, my fingers threading through his hair. The kiss deepens, his tongue teasing mine, and I can taste the hint of mint from his gum, mingling with the sweetness of his breath. It’s intoxicating, and I feel my body respond, my heart racing, my skin flushing.
Hunter breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against mine, our breaths mingling. “You’re stunning. I'm never letting this image go,” he murmurs, his voice rough with need. I blush, my cheeks warming under his gaze. He makes me feel seen in a way I haven’t ever.
His hands move to my polo shirt, pushing it up and over my head. I shiver as the cool air brushes my skin, and he pulls the fabric away, revealing the lacy red bra beneath. His eyes darken, his pupils dilating, and I see the control he’s been holding onto begin to slip. “Fuck, Alex,” he growls, his voice low and husky. “You’re killing me.”
I smirk, a flush of pride warming my chest. I’d chosen this lingerie specifically for tonight, hoping it would drive him wild. But his reaction is more than I could have imagined.
His hands tremble slightly as he reaches for the button of my black trousers, his fingers brushing my skin as he slides the zip down. The fabric falls away, pooling at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my bra and matching lace knickers.
Hunter’s gaze rakes over me, his hunger palpable. “On your knees,” he commands, and the words send a delicious shiver down my body. My heart skips a beat, a mix of excitement and nervousness fluttering in my chest.
I kneel on the bed, my legs slightly parted, my face resting on the pillow in front of me. The scent of lavender from my sheets fills my nostrils, grounding me as I hear him move behind me. His hands rest on my hips, his touch firm but gentle, and I feel his breath on my skin, warm and heavy.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers, his lips brushing the curve of my shoulder. His hands slide down, tracingthe lace of my underwear, and I bite my lip, anticipation coiling tight in my core. “I’ve wanted to taste you since the moment I walked into the pub today.”
His words send a shiver down my spine, and before I can respond, his fingers hook into the lace, pulling it down my thighs. I lift my knees, one at a time, helping him remove the last barrier, and then I’m bare, exposed to his gaze and touch.
Hunter’s hands roam over my skin, his fingers mapping the curves of my body, his touch both tender and possessive.“Spread your legs wider,”he murmurs, his voice a command I’m more than willing to obey. I do as he asks, and I feel the cool air on my most intimate place, a stark contrast to the heat building inside me.
His fingers brush my folds, teasing, not yet entering, and I let out a soft moan, my body arching slightly. “So wet,” he growls, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?”
I nod, my face still pressed into the pillow, my cheeks burning with embarrassment and desire. “Yes,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. “Please, Hunter.”
His response is immediate, his mouth latching onto my pussy from behind, his tongue tracing the length of my slit, slow and deliberate. I gasp, my hands clutching the bed sheets, my body tensing as pleasure surges through me. He knows exactly what he’s doing, his tongue firm yet gentle, his lips sucking softly, his teeth grazing my sensitive flesh.
“Fuck,” I moan. His hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he devours me, his tongue flicking over my clit, circling it, teasing it, driving me to the edge. “Hunter,please—”
“Not yet,” he growls, his voice muffled against my skin. His fingers slip inside me, stretching me, filling me, and I cry out, my body arching, my toes curling. He’s relentless, his mouth and fingers working in perfect harmony, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Say my name,” he demands, his voice harsh, his breath hot against my skin. “Tell me how much you want it.”
“Hunter,” I pant, my voice desperate. “I need you. Please, I need you inside me.”
His response is a growl, primal and raw, and then he’s pulling away, his hands gripping my hips, positioning me. I feel the head of his cock press against my entrance, thick and insistent, and I whimper, my body aching for him.
“Ready for me?” he asks, his voice a dark whisper.
“Yes,” I breathe, my heart pounding, my body trembling with anticipation.
He thrusts into me, hard and deep, filling me completely, and I cry out, my back arching, nails digging into the sheets. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, his voice strained. “You feel so perfect.”
He begins to move, his cock sliding in and out of me with a rhythm that’s both brutal and exquisite. Each thrust hits the perfect spot and sends waves of pleasure crashing over me, building, building, until I’m teetering on the edge, my body coiled tight, ready to explode.
“Touch yourself,” he commands, his voice harsh, his breath coming in short gasps. “I want to see you come.”
I hesitate, my cheeks flaming, but I reach down, my fingers finding my clit, circling it, adding to the friction of his thrusts. “That’s it,” he growls, his pace quickening. “Come for me, Alex. Let me feel you fall apart.”
