Page 60 of Wretched Heart
Hunter’s expression darkens, but then something breaks inside him. He actually laughs. “You really don’t give up, do you?”
“Not a chance,” I say. “Please, Hunter. Let’s ruin each other a little more.”
“If we do this, it doesn’t change a thing, Maddie,” he insists. “We have an arrangement that has a finite shelf-life. When this deal is done and I leave Brimstage – and Iwill leave Brimstage – we get divorced and become nothing more than business partners. That’s how it has to be.”
“I know,” I say, ignoring how my heart sinks at the thought of Hunter leaving. “But can’t we just enjoy being married while it lasts? It has to be better than this torture.” I squeeze my legs tighter around him, letting him know exactly where our torment is concentrated. “Please, Hunter.”
He narrows his eyes. “Let me think about it.”
I’m about to complain, but he starts kissing my neck. He trails his lips down my chest, taking one of my pebbled nipples in his mouth. As pleasure skitters down my spine, my hips buck and I feel that pressure again, but not enough to breach the resistance.
Hunter nips at my nipple and I cry out. My hands remained pinned against the mattress. He has absolute control and all I can do is wait to see what he allows to happen next. I writhe beneath him as he brings his face back to mine.
“OK, I’ve had time to think and here’s what’s going to happen, little bird,” he says. “You’re going to unhook your legs from around me. Now.”
As I prepare for more frustration, I let my legs drop.
“Good girl,” he whispers. His thumb strokes the pulse point on my wrist. “Now, I want you to relax.”
I give a nervous laugh. “I don’t think I can.”
Hunter tilts his head. “Then I won’t fuck you.”
My heart stutters. He’s going to… We’re going to… There’s a rush of heat that makes every muscle below my waist contract. That’s not what I need right now. I take a slow breath and let go of my tension as best I can.
Hunter releases my wrists, and slides an arm down sohe can hook it under one of my knees, opening me wider. He holds me in his gaze. “Are you sure?”
The second I nod, Hunter slowly drives forward. The pressure seems to go on forever and then there’s a sting that makes me gasp. My body clenches in shock and Hunter grunts. There’s a sheen of sweat on his brow and his biceps ripple with tension.
“Are you OK?” he asks.
I purse my lips and manage a nod.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says. “We can try again another time if it’s too much.”
Tears flood my eyes. I can’t help thinking about how Barrett had called me frigid. Like he could take one look at me and know. “Am I no good?”
“Fuck, Maddie, you’re perfect. And your pussy is perfect,” Hunter whispers, leaning down to kiss away my tears. “I’m only half way in and I’m ready to damn well explode. But I want you to enjoy this too.”
My breath hitches as I concentrate on the sensation of Hunter inside me. The stinging isn’t so bad now, and my body is adjusting to the invasion. I feel a fluttering in my core and my back arches. “Then fuck me, Hunter. I want all of you.”
Hunter groans into my ear. His body trembles as he inches forward slower than I know he wants to. “You take me so well, Maddie. Now you have all of me.” He’s smiling as he lifts his head to look at me. “Fuck, I really am ruined.”
I grind into him, enjoying the fullness I’d been longing for. Pleasure coils around us both, keeping our bodies locked. “Yes, you are,” I say with a note triumph. “Now show me what all this fuss was about.”
His laugh vibrates through his chest and into mine. “And what exactly would you like me to show you?” he asks as he rolls his hips gently.
I’m panting as I lift my head and steal a kiss. “Show me your moves, Hunter,” I whisper. I press a hand to his chest and let my fingers follow the outline of a griffin wing. “Make my pussy shatter around your cock. I want to come undone. I want you to ruin me over and over again.”
“You and your damn books,” he mutters as he grinds against me. “Fine, if you want to come undone, you’re going to have to work for it.”
He drops my leg so he can brace himself on both his arms. His elbows lock as he positions himself higher so I can feel the pressure of his body against my clit. He rolls his hips again before withdrawing a little way, then pushing back into me.
“Now lift your hips up, Maddie. Feel me fucking your tight little pussy. Feel me rubbing against your clit. Take what you need.”
I plant my feet on the mattress and push up against him. A rolling heat builds in my core and everything clenches. Hunter’s next thrust is harder and my pleasure mixes with pain. He mutters a curse under his breath when I yelp.
“Don’t you dare stop,” I gasp, lifting my hips up to meet him.
