Page 107 of Corpse Roads

“Have you ever fingered yourself?”

“I don’t know what that means,” I pant.

“Dammit, Harlow. You’re really pushing my self-control right now. I’m going to touch you. If it hurts, I’ll stop.”

A scream of pleasure pours out of me as he begins to push his finger into my slick opening. The pressure is intense at first, causing anxiety to trickle down my spine, but I trust him.

Rubbing his thumb over my bundle of nerves, Hunter slides his finger out, gathering more moisture before he pushes it back inside. He goes deeper this time, reaching a part of me that feels like pure bliss.

Each time he pushes in and out, the feeling overwhelming my entire body intensifies. Something is building up, spiralling higher and higher, a volcano of rapture preparing to explode.

“That’s it, beautiful,” Hunter encourages. “You look so good, spreadeagled and crying out for me. I want to see you come.”

“See me what?”

I scream out a curse as he thrusts a second finger inside me, working them both in perfect synchronisation. It feels like heaven and hell are battling each other beneath my skin.

I open my eyes long enough to meet his gaze—dark and wicked. The Hunter I know has gone. A sinful demon has taken his place, and I’ll happily sell my soul to him.

“Like this,” Hunter says huskily. “Let go.”

His movements speed up, thrusting and teasing, pushing me closer to the edge with each rotation. My body takes over as ecstasy engulfs me. I cry out again, louder, like a wounded animal.

Warmth spreads between my thighs, coating his hand in fluids. I flush with embarrassment. Is that normal? Hunter pulls his fingers out and checks I’m watching as he raises them to his mouth.

I gape, watching him lick the glistening moisture from each digit. When he’s finished, he ducks back between my legs. His mouth returns to my pussy, licking every last drop of moisture up.

“Hunter,” I say dreamily. “Stop.”

“Not a chance. You taste like fucking heaven.”

Looking up at me beneath a mop of tousled hair, his eyes are twinkling with satisfaction. There’s still stickiness smeared across his lips as he licks them clean.

Lord above, I’ve never seen the devil so clearly in real life. Not even in the harrowing stare of my supposed parent. This man walks in another sinful realm entirely.

“Are you okay?” he asks worriedly.

“Okay? After that?”

Hunter nods frantically.

“I’m not sure I can form words yet.”

His lips spread in a smirk that screams of mischief. It’s like I’m staring down at Leighton, dimples and all. Jesus Christ.

I shouldn’t be thinking about Hunter’s brother after that, but it doesn’t stop me from wondering what it would be like to do this with him too. I can’t get that kiss off my mind.

“Come here,” he commands.

Carefully lifting my arm, I crawl across the mattress until I’m in Hunter’s lap. My legs wrap around his waist, pinning us flush together. He’s pressed up against my bare pussy, hard and throbbing.

“Should I be doing… erm, something about that?” I stumble out. “I want to make you feel good too.”

Hunter nuzzles my throat, his beard scratching my sweat-covered skin. “Not tonight. Let me hold you instead.”

Positioning me on his chest like I’m a tiny baby, I curl closer, oddly unafraid of my nakedness. He’s seen it all now, and he didn’t run.

I’m safe here. No demons can come to claim my soul while Hunter’s fending them off. They wouldn’t dare challenge him. I’m certain the devil would take one look and run from this man, screaming and promising never to return.

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