Page 92 of Regret

“You’ll take what I give you, and how I give it to you.” He removed a hand from her hip and she felt a finger circle her entrance, yet never entering her. She wanted to scream just like her body was, demanding that he give her more, faster, harder. Then his finger was gone and he cupped her breast, tugging hard at her nipple, the pain rippling through her body and crashing between her legs where his tongue continued to move.

Another shudder swept through her, and she knew she was so damn close. So close. The edge was getting nearer and nearer, and her body demanded to get pushed over.

But then another image, another memory, grabbed hold of her mind.

Brent was continuing his usual onslaught on her body while tears slipped silently down her cheeks. There was nothing she could do. It was no use screaming. No one could hear or help her. After the first few times he had done this to her, she tried to keep her mind strong, to keep her body from giving in. But it was the time her body completely betrayed her, a time when he forced a release out of her, that she knew he had truly broken her. She cried while the most painful release swept through her, ripping her soul to shreds, and she knew that nothing would ever be able to make her whole again. That was the day he had ruined her and left nothing but broken pieces behind.

Scarlet felt the tears sting her eyes, her veins turning to ice. A loud crack filled the silent space around them as Hunter slapped her thigh. “Come back to me, Scarlet. Don’t you dare let him take you from me. Not now. Not ever.”

“Hunter, I can’t—”

“Do not give him this power. Fight it, fight him. You need to fight him.”

“I can’t do it. I can’t fight—”

But before she could finish her sentence, Hunter shifted and pushed his cock inside her, giving her exactly what he knew she needed. The second he filled her the memory shattered, and her mind filled with nothing but him…Hunter, and how good it felt to be claimed by him.

He pulled the blindfold off as he gave a hard thrust, going as deep as he could. “Look at me, Scar. You’re here, with me. No one else. Me. I’m the one moving inside you.” He flexed, giving it all to her again, over and over, and she managed to open her eyes, to look at him.

“Let me take it away. Let me take him away, and erase every bad thing he has ever done to you.”

Tears escaped her, and rolled off the side of her face.

He cupped her cheek. “This is you and me. He no longer exists. Give me everything. Let me help you heal the wounds he left behind.”

By God she wanted that. She needed that, to let him take away every bad memory, to finally take away the pain that had been torturing her for so long.

“Don’t fight it, Scar. Let go.”

He kissed her again, his palm still on her cheek. The slow rocking of his body on top and against hers felt exquisite, gradually coaxing her to relax, to feel him inside her body…inside her mind…inside her heart. It was all so surreal, something Scarlet had never experienced before. For the first time it wasn’t just her body searching for release, but her soul searching for a connection with another—a bond.

Her head fell back, her eyes rolling closed as she started to embrace the freedom of just being with someone without fighting.

Hunter wiped a strand of hair from her face. “Look at me.”

She opened her eyes.

He moved, slipping in and out of her, still going at a leisurely pace, not rushing their bodies to a release. “I want you to keep your eyes on me so that you know it’s me you’re surrendering to. No one else.”

She nodded, and he kissed her some more, his tongue sweeping through her mouth, dancing with hers. God, she wanted him to move faster, to thrust deeper and harder, but she was completely at his mercy. She had to accept it the way he was giving it to her, she had no choice.

Lifting his mouth off hers, he looked down, his green irises fixed on hers. He flexed—hard—pushing deeper, and the slow burn that simmered in her belly turned in to a raging fire, threatening to burn her to ash.

“Hunter, please.”

“I got you, baby. I won’t ever let you fall. Let go.”

And then she did. She let go. She let go of all her pain, her fear, her panic, and most of all, she let go of her need to control.

With eyes locked on one another, pleasure possessed every part of her. Scarlet came, her body shuddering, her mind spinning, and her heart racing inside her chest as she cried out. It felt like the pleasure just kept on swirling around and around inside her until it exploded, ripping through her body and crashing against every corner of her soul.

All the while he kept his pace, never stopping, speeding up, or slowing down. Hunter made sure he milked every last drop of pleasure out of her until her body went lax against the mattress, her arms and legs no longer strained against the cuffs and ties.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. “So. Fucking. Beautiful.” And then she felt him come inside her, releasing his pleasure into her body. It was the best feeling in the world, neither of them rushing toward their climax, but rather accepting the pleasure in whichever way it was given.

Hunter buried his face in her neck, every muscle strained while the last tremors of his orgasm moved through him. Scarlet could hardly catch her breath. She had never experienced such an intense moment, such a powerful connection with anyone.

Hunter finally managed to lift his head, immediately reaching for the cuffs around her wrists. Once unlocked, he eased her arms down, gently rubbing his hands from her wrists to her shoulders. Their gazes locked, and he looked at her with so much intensity reflecting in his eyes that it almost took her breath away. “I’m starting to feel too much for you, Scarlet.”

Without thinking, she wrapped her arms around his neck, loving the heat of his body against hers. “Me too, Ace. Me too.”

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