Page 9 of Savage Hunter

An uncontrollable shudder wracks my entire body.

He brushes my hair aside. “Are you scared?”

“No.” But I don’t believe my conviction.

His low rumble of laughter reverberates through me. “You should be. Reach between us, guide my cock to sit between your wet folds, my innocent Harmonia. Fuck yes. All that heat and wetness is for me.” He moves through my juices, coating us both with my arousal.

He’s not asking me a question, but I still give one. “Yes, Wolfe.”

Strong arms wrap around me and in the dead of night he holds me to him and strokes his length through my juices. Not entering me, but teasing us both until I can’t breathe. The heavy thud of my heartbeat pounds.

“Wolfe, please. I need you. You made me a promise. Don’t make me wait anymore.”

“Shh. Take what I give you. Take it because there can never be anything more between us than this moment.”

My heart shatters while my body burns. “You promised I would be yours. That if I waited you would reward me. I waited. I promise I did.”

His hand slips between my thighs and cups my pussy, holding his cock in place. One achingly slow thrust of his hips and the swollen head of his shaft hits against my clit.

I jerk in his hold. I try to break away, to turn around and plead for him to enter me, take what I’m freely giving him. He wants this as much as I do, but he holds himself back from me.

“Why?” My head falls to his shoulder. He takes my hand and moves it to replace his. With his now free hand, he turns my face to his and claims my mouth in a hungry kiss. Our tongue clashes, our heavy breathing mixes. He tastes of me and endless sins. “Why won’t you take me, Wolfe?”

No answer.

He continues his game of torture against my pussy. Giving yet also keeping himself from me.

Pain contorts his handsome face. His shirt hangs open, and he holds my back firmly to his chest. Our body heat fuses and I follow his rhythm, rocking my hips back when he thrust forward.

Wind whips around the edge of the suite hunkered close to the side of the cliff. A storm is coming and the fire building inside me equals the force of Mother Nature.

“Be a good girl and come for me. Come and let me hear your sweet cries again.”

I’m helpless against his words. He knows I won’t fight and so do I.

His hand falls to my swollen breast. God, yes. I arch into his touch. He reads my silent plea and takes one in his large hand, wrapping his fingers around the aching flesh, leaving the sticky covers over my nipples.

If he won’t take me, then I have to make him see I will not break and that I can take the bite of pain of giving him my virginity.

I lean forward on the lounge, angle my hips and press my hand over his slick shaft until he stops with the head at my entrance. I look over my shoulder at him. “Wolfe, you can have me. Please, take me… all of me.” My words carry over the wind.

“You’re the boss’s daughter.” His dark eyes fall to my lips before climbing back to latch onto my gaze. Pain radiates outward and strikes a chord inside me.

It is love, I realize. Unrequited as it may be, I love Wolfe Carter.

And it might ruin us both.

“I’m Harmonia Primrose. The woman in your arms. Nothing else matters.”

“It’s a death wish and we both know it. Forget about the promise and let me make you feel good. I can give you that. Don’t make me do something that will put you in danger.”

I rock my hips and shudder from the mix of pain and pleasure when the head of his cock pierces my virgin pussy.

“Ah, fuck.” Punishing fingers dig into flesh and I’m held in place. There will be bruises come morning. I love the idea of wearing his mark.

“Bad girl, so bad,” he whispers into the wind. “What have you done?”

“A little more and you can have me. All of me, Wolfe.”

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