Page 92 of Hunter's Revenge

Gwen

As Malik pumps his fingers in and out of my needy passage, I want to tell him to stop and that I can’t do this because being with him screws with my mind and my emotions too much.

I want to tell him I can’t get close like this, even this one time—one more time—because every time I’m with him, he takes me to a place I’ve never been with anyone. And I know I can’t fall for him.

But the words I’m supposed to speak drown in my mind before they can take form on my lips. Desire buries them deep down inside me, somewhere I can’t find them. Somewhere I don’twantto find them.

Did I ever stand a chance of resisting him?

How can I say yes when my body yearned for his touch the moment he walked through the door?

Resisting him might have been the sensible thing to do if it were possible because we’re neither here nor there. The two of us feel like an anomaly that exists outside the sphere of everything else.

In our own world, we’re trapped in lust. I can never save myself when he pulls me in this forbidden place with him. All I crave is his touch and him inside me.

Every touch makes me hungry for more and more and more, as if I’ve been injected with greed.

Malik pushes me harder into the shower walls, finger-fucking me with such a force I see stars. I arch into the smooth slippery surface to take the impact, moaning as I hold on to him tighter.

He moves to my ear, nibbles on the lobe. I just barely hear him utter something in Russian to me that sounds dirtier than what he would normally say to me in English. Then he takes advantage of my position and lowers his mouth to my breasts to suck each one with the same intensity as the thrust of his fingers in my pussy.

I can’t get enough of the friction of his hard, muscular body moving against mine. The connection sends me cascading into the arms of ecstasy.

Moments later, I come with a sob of wild pleasure, my body shuddering against him.

“Beautiful. Fucking beautiful.” His voice rumbles in my ear, and as my juices flow, he swirls his fingers around my clit, stoking my arousal once more. “Next time, you’re going to come on my dick, and we’ll keep it that way for the rest of the night.”

“All night?” I give him a wide-eyed stare.

“Fuck, yeah, Malyshka.”

Malik grabs my hips and lifts me. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. Then his cock is inside me, massive and powerful, tunneling into my pussy. Owning me.

Owning me the way he did before. I get no time to recover. He slams harder into me and starts fucking me against the wall.

My senses explode from the sheer possession and the length of him pounding into me as he grinds his body into mine.

Catching my face, he brings my lips back to his, kissing me hungrily and demanding I hold nothing back. It’s not long before I’m returning his kiss with the same potent intensity of need, as if I can’t survive the next minute without him.

How has this man managed to do this to me?

And how the fuck am I supposed to not want him?

Or this?

His possession overwhelms my body and the waves of never-ending pleasure tear my soul apart. Before I know it, I’m coming again.

“Fucking perfect and all mine.” His growl of pleasure from feeling my arousal coating his cock shatters my senses.

He pumps faster into me, and I watch his eyes darken to obsidian pools of lust. Then there’s a new roughness in his touch and he’s fucking me harder. It’s like he’s trying to possess more of me and take more than I’ve already given.

“Oh my God!” I writhe against his steel-like grip, driving my heels into his back.

Oh God, the pleasure is consuming me. I like it too much, so much I wouldn’t know how to stop liking it.

As if sensing my inner struggle, Malik tightens his grip on me, holding me there so he can deepen his thrusts.

“Give yourself to me, Gwen.” His voice is rough and demanding, overflowing with sexual hunger.

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