Page 10 of Savage Hunter

“No,” he growls. “You will not give me what I have not earned.”

And yet, he drives forward another inch before coming to a halt. How much more can he take before he gives in? The angel on my shoulder says I should be the good girl he wants, collect my dress and see myself out.

The restrained devil inside me is just getting started with her devious deeds.

Fire ignites and the burn of him stretching me over his girth causes everything in me to shake.

I fall to my hands and knees and arch my back, giving him everything he wants.

He falls over me, entering another fraction, causing me to cry out. “What the fuck are you doing to me?” His lips hover next to my ear. “Will you be a good girl and give a killer like me your blood knowing I won’t stop until I own every drop? You know who I am. What I do. And yet—”

“Yes,” I cut in breathless not only for the man but the sense of danger washing over me.

His knees keep me spread wide. Moonlight bathes us in light, revealing the wetness coating my folds.

“Fruit that I can’t have.”

His words come out as if the physical shred his soul with a thousand tiny blades.

Strong hands lift me to my knees. He’s at my entrance. I angle my head around. Our gazes connect.

“You’ve already had a taste, Wolfe. Can you really walk away now?”

I move back and take the head inside. My body protests, but I don’t care about the pain. I never will. Not with Wolfe.

“Baby, that’s good. You’re good.” There’s an edge of disbelief and undercurrents of fear hanging from his praise.

He takes another inch of my channel, and then another. His hold on my hips is the only reason my shaky knees haven’t given out from under me yet. We both tense when he meets resistance.

“Harmonia,” he starts, but my head is already shaking. I can hear his harsh breathing but more importantly I can feel the fullness of him stretching me to take all of him.

“No, Wolfe. Don’t stop now. You can’t. It will break me and leave me destroyed if you leave me like this.”

His punishing grip on my hips turns gentle. I angle my head around. The low light of the moon highlights the hard planes of muscles. He strokes his palms over the swell of my ass as if in reverence. “I would never hurt you.”

Pleasure at such a simple statement shouldn’t hit my heart so hard, but it wraps around my heart and soul like a shield.

I reach back and link our fingers. His expression tightens, his gaze moving from where our bodies are connected and then back to mine.

“This one time you have to.” There’s no other way. The fire won’t die until I’m his. I was so foolish to think I could sate the deep-seated need with a one off. Nobody has just a sampling of Wolfe Carter, I’ve quickly come to learn.

“You’re so beautifully taking the head. I want your blood. But I haven’t earned it.”

He rocks forward, but doesn’t break past my hymen.

“Wolfe!” I cry out, a shudder raking through my body.

A broken groan tears from Wolfe.

“I can’t have you. But I can’t stop myself, either.”

He dips. Retreats. And then dips in again, forging a path. Forcing my channel to open for his enormous size.

“Too fucking late anyway,” he groans and pushes past my virginity. He sinks into my core and doesn’t stop until he’s fully seated inside me. The fiery intrusion forces the air from my lungs and a sharp cry from my lips.

He pauses letting my body grow accustomed to his girth. I try to concentrate on anything but the pain, but I can’t. I love the feeling of it mixing with the pleasure. It’s like a concoction of heroin and sugar—a deadly sweetness.

Dizzying sensations bombard me all at once. The sea air cooling my overheated skin, the milky moonlight cocooning us in our own secret world. The feel of his possessive grip marking me. But most of all, the forbidden intrusion of his hard length throbbing deep inside me.

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