Page 43 of Wretched Heart
“Hugo told me that little birds get their necks snapped, but I’ve never felt as strong as I do with you,” I say. “That’s how much you’re ruining me, Hunter. Now get in.”
Hunter snatches his hands away, and I lose the warmth of his touch. I sit up, tucking my knees under my chin, too scared to turn around. I’m expecting to hear the door close behind me, but instead I hear the snap of cotton as Huntertugs off his shirt with half the buttons still fastened. I press a satisfied smile to my knees when I hear his belt unbuckle. Items of clothing flutter to the floor one by one.
“Scoot up,” he says in a gravelly voice from high above me.
As I slide forward, he steps into the bath. His legs stretch out on either side of me and his thighs press tight against my hips. He wraps an arm around my waist and tugs me back into him. I ignore the jolt of pain he accidentally causes, and concentrate on the delicious discomfort of his erection pressing against my spine.
His mouth returns to the side of my neck and he laps up the moisture on my damp skin. “He didn’t break you.”
“And neither will you.”
“I’m not going to–”
Anger flares. “For pity’s sake, will you stop telling me what you refuse to do, and concentrate on what you can do,” I snap.
Hunter chuckles, and his warm breath cools my skin. “I think someone needs help relaxing.”
“Then help me.”
He trails his fingers along my hips and down the sides of my thighs. “Lift your legs onto mine,” he whispers. When I do as I’m told, he moves a hand to my center and it disappears beneath the suds. “Good girl.”
I press my head against Hunter’s chest and close my eyes as I absorb the sensation of a hand that isn’t mine breaching the seam of my pussy. When his fingers press against my clit, my body jerks and I let out a whimper.
“Has anyone else ever made you come?” he asks as he rubs lazy circles around my swollen bud.
I grab hold of the sides of the bath. “No.”
Hunter palms my breast with his free hand whilepressing the hard ridge of his cock against my back. His teeth nip at my neck. “Then I should warn you, this is where you get to scream my name, little bird.”
A moan vibrates against my pursed lips, and I’m lost in the sensation of his gentle thrusts against my back while I grind against his hand. When he pinches my nipple, I let out a cry of shock. “Hunter!”
“That’s more like it,” he says. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”
“Heat,” I say. His fingers at my center press harder and move faster. “So much heat deep inside me.” I stutter out a low moan. “And it just… It keeps building.”
Bath water rolls in waves, hitting my chest and splashing over the side of the tub. Hunter’s fingers creep lower. His thumb works me into a frenzy while his fingers press at my entrance.
“I want you inside me,” I plead. “I need you to invade me like you promised.”
Hunter groans against my shoulder. “That wasn’t a promise and you know it.”
“To hell with what it was. I want to feel a part of you inside me.”
His fingers remain tantalizingly close, but he refuses to enter me even as I jerk my hips forward. His other hand moves around the back of my thigh, and he lifts me slightly so he can slide his hand beneath me.
“You should be careful what you wish for,” he teases as a finger glides down the crease of my ass to press against my tight ring of muscle. And he keeps pressing until there’s a sting and his fingertip slips inside me.
“Not what I was expecting,” I say on a gasp, but I go with the ripples of pleasure that have my body trembling along with the bath water.
“Relax for a second,” he says as he pushes his finger a little deeper. “You’re doing so well.”
I release a shuddering breath when he’s knuckle deep inside me. It’s an odd sensation, but it’s intimacy on a level I’ve never experienced before and my pussy throbs. I begin grinding against his other hand as his fingers draw a figure of eight around my clit. Tingles travel up and down my body, and I pant through the coiling pressure that tightens and tightens in my core.
As Hunter fucks me with his fingers, he presses his iron-hard cock against my back. I lean forward so I can slip my hand between us.
Hunter sucks my earlobe as my fist wraps around his shaft. “Take your hand away, Maddie,” he orders.
“But you need–”
