Page 64 of Reckless Desire

A wrapper tears then, and his hands are on me again, bruising my hips as the tip of him nudges my entrance. He plunges into me in a move so powerful I would have fallen if it wasn’t for his strong hands gripping me like a vise.

I cry out at his invasion, my body burning as I try to accommodate him. I breathe through the discomfort, but as he moves in and out a few times, pleasure grows, overpowering the initial pain.

“Jesus, Sydney, you’re so tight. Such a beautiful, tight pussy. You’re gorgeous.”

His words make me deliriously happy. Hunter sets a punishing pace. I didn’t imagine anything close to this when I asked him to fuck me hard. But the man delivers. And all the years of safe, vanilla sex seem like a waste of time.

Our bodies slap, shaking the bed. Our cries echo through the room. There is nothing tender or sensual about it, but I feel like with every thrust Hunter is setting me free, unlocking doors the carefree girl has been hiding behind. I may imprison her again as soon as this is over, but right now I let her—myself—accept and give with abandon.

Hunter backs onto his haunches, pulling me with him, my shoulders glued to his chest. His hands span my body, squeezing one nipple and simultaneously pinching the sensitive spot between my swollen folds.

It throws me over the edge with violent force. He pulls my hair, angling me so he can reach my mouth, and swallows my screams with a passionate kiss while my body trembles through the climax.

I don’t have time to descend from the high before Hunter flips me over. Seriously, the man is so strong, I’m like a rag doll in his hands. On his knees, he yanks me closer, hooking my knees over his shoulders, and he continues thrusting.

I didn’t think a third orgasm was possible. Nor did I think it could build up this fast. Yet here we are, and I’m thrashing and clenching again.

“Fuuuuuck,” Hunter cries, throwing his head back.

We ride the wave together and collapse in a bundle of limbs, sweat and pleasure. He shifts slightly to let me breathe. Our legs are tangled as he lies beside me. I turn and our eyes meet. He is close, and for the first time the intensity of his gaze has a new quality. It’s softer. More vulnerable.

He kisses my shoulder. “Ready for that shower, beautiful?”

I burst into laughter. It’s refreshing, gratifying and freeing. And I know in that moment that tonight’s surrender will have lasting consequences. I only hope I can survive now that my protective walls have crumbled.

ChapterTwenty-One

Hunter

Dust particles float in the first shy rays as the light in the room changes to a softer, luminous hue. The world outside is waking up, but here, in this room, everything is still.

Sydney draws lazy circles across my chest. Tucked under my arm, spent and beautiful, she is right where she should be. Where I want her to be. Mine.

We haven’t slept. We fucked on every available surface in this suite and are truly exhausted, but neither of us wants to succumb to the darkness. We’ve built up to this moment for too long to just let it pass in sleep.

I didn’t expect Sydney to truly let go. She was shy and jumpy the first time we were here, and she was so nervous at the beginning of the night. But my girl is a tiger.

Seeing her unguarded, free, outside of that beautifulbut always warring, head of hers is an aphrodisiac. I’m unreasonably pleased she let me see that side of her.

“I’m starving,” she mumbles, her breath tickling my chest.

“I can feed you my cock.”

She bursts into laughter. I don’t think she would enjoy that joke outside this room or this situation. That’s why I don’t want to fall asleep. I want to experience this unfettered, joyful version of her.

“Your cock, sir, had enough action tonight. I don’t think there is a part of me that isn’t sore.”

I flip her over and cover her with my weight. “Have I hurt you?”

The smile lingering on her face is drowsy, but her eyes shine with mischief. “And I don’t regret any minute of it. You, Hunter Stuart, have awakened dormant parts of me I didn’t even know I have.”

“Do you regret now that you didn’t put out three years ago?” I tease and get another laugh. That simple sound affects every part of me.

“You’re insufferable. At least I saved myself from three years of cockiness.”

“Ten out of ten.” I wiggle my eyebrows and grin at her exasperated chuckle.

“If you don’t feed me breakfast soon, those points will go down fast, Mr. Stuart.” She swats at me half-heartedly.

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