Page 79 of Sweet Silver Bells
He smiled, dark and tender, and kissed her again, higher this time.
“I’m right here,” he murmured. “I'm not going anywhere.”
“You better not,” she sang out into the air between them, her face flushed with heat, proof of the fire she had just experienced. “I need more, Hunter. I demand more.”
Hunter cocked his head and smiled. The timidity in her was gone, the innocence that he knew was there under a terrifying facade, gone. Here she was, his tree siren, the most powerful woman to ever exist, who took control of what she needed and wanted.
Even if it was nearly unbelievable, what she wanted was still him. Only him. And he would give his body and soul over to her indefinitely. She would consume him, and he would let her gladly.
Rising, his knees pushing against the edge of the bed, straddling Olivia, Hunter inched over her, not letting his body touch hers despite her protest.
He prolonged every moment, being able to look into her eyes again as his body planked over hers, fully nude, fully erect, just centimeters of space before it would nudge against her pelvis.
“Why are you waiting?” She pouted her bottom lip out. “I said more.”
Hunter chuckled. “I wanted to hear it, I wanted to see it.”
“See what?”
“You plead for me.”
Olivia’s pout changed instantly, recognizing the challenge that he was presenting her. She let out a high-pitched growl, her upper lip snarling as she grabbed his dick with her hand and gripped hard.
Hunter nearly yelped out as he pulled himself together; the shock of it almost had him spilling all over her, and he wasn’t ready for this to be over. It was just getting started as far as he was concerned, and it would never end, not if he could help it.
He was feral for her touch, a wolf let out of his cage. The time for tension was gone, the time to make her plead and want was over as he pulled his hips back and his erection moved between her upper thighs until it hit tender flesh, until he could feel that slick wetness against his tip, her heat and her fire.
Olivia gasped as he pushed in, only an inch, his body in control despite the tight warmth that wrapped around him, that invitation to come in, to wrap himself inside of a tree to never again exit the forest.
“Are you okay?” He pulled himself back but was surprised when Olivia bolted up to her elbows, giggling.
That fucking giggle.
“Why did you stop?” she asked.
“The sound you made, I wanted to make sure I wasn’t hurting you.”
Olivia shook her head in disbelief, like looking at a sad, lost puppy begging for warm milk. “I gasped because you were so soft, so smooth. Much better than what I used to make out of the trees. Come inside me, Hunter. I want to feel you.”
He didn’t have any more will, any more restraint left after those words, after the encouragement to let himself go inside her. The last hour of foreplay, of kissing, of touching her, after consuming her had brought him here, a man ready to claim his reward.
She’s no reward, you fool. You are beneath her.
He knew it; he accepted it, and he would do everything in his power to show his appreciation.
With a tilted, gentle push, Hunter had to stop his body from spasming as he entered Olivia, as her lips parted and air rushed out with a light, soft moan, a feminine praise.
“Fuck, Olivia.” Hunter focused on the words, trying to desensitize himself, “You feel incredible. Indescribable.”
Her tender flesh hugged him, the perfect opening that treated him as if he were the king, as if it were her that was worshiping him.
Stay focused on her.
Hunter kissed Olivia’s neck, moving down, sucking gently as he moved delicately, finding every angle possible to hit inside her, the head of his cock leading the charge to victory, to her ultimate pleasure.
Control yourself, Hunter.
It was becoming impossible, impossible to contain himself so that he could focus only on her, but he was determined. That was until Olivia decided to take control, to hold his balls in her very hands as she wrapped her legs around his torso and violently rolled to the right. Hunter was quickly on his back with her mounted on top of him, her face up toward the ceiling, her hair wild, tangled, cascading down her shoulders and back as her hips moved forward and back rhythmically as if she were riding a horse.
