Page 76 of Savage Hunter

“My sweet Harmonia.” Eyes the color of midnight narrow on me. The trail they leave behind is a hot path from the slope of my neck all the way down to caress over my nipples. And further. He touches my quivering stomach, the apex of my thighs and then his eyes touch me there.

I try to close my legs, but he expects my move and eases me back open.

“Don’t hide yourself from me. I want every beautiful inch of you available to me. Can you do that for me, Harmonia?”

I swipe the tip of my tongue over my bottom lip. His question is simple, but the rants in my head scream for me to cover myself. That I’m filthy. Shame locks my body in a vault and refuses to relinquish control.

No. No. No.Not now. Please. Don’t make him hate me. Or worse. Pity me.

The bed dips to my right, and hands come around my face. “Breath in, baby and open your eyes. Look at the man in front of you. Know who it is you are giving yourself to. Can you do that?”

I follow his instructions and feel a wash of comfort ease my taut muscles when my eyes connect with his. “Wolfe.”

“I’m right here.”

He swears something under his breath and the pained look on his face spills a story’s worth of emotion between us. Our past can ruin the second chance we’ve found, but I wonder if love can make it bloom into more than either of us dreamed possible.

Muscles coil under swathes of black ink. Wicked fantasies gleam in the dark expanse of his gaze. But he controls himself for me.

“I’m sorry,” I start before cutting my words off abruptly. I’m not entirely sure what I am apologizing for but the need to ask for forgiveness is overwhelming.

I can feel an odd sensation gurgle up inside me and I know it instantly. Panic of him pushing me away makes the air in my lungs feel poisonous. Sometimes I hate who I’ve become.

My eyes dip to the arousal between his thick thighs. I have to do something to let him know I am okay with this.

I slowly lean forward and place a light kiss over a scar on his abdomen. I trail farther down until it’s his shaft I’m kissing.

“Ah, fuck.”

“Yes.” It comes out as a plea, surprising me. I consider my answer in the time it takes my lips to find his. I break away, my heart beating wildly for the man I thought I lost. “I want this, Wolfe, please be patient.”

“I’ll wait the rest of my life for you.” His hand pushes through my hair and he holds me to him as I lick a drop of pre-cum dripping from his shaft.

I look up the long expanse of his chest to find his head dropped back. I think I am witnessing a fraction of his monumental control slipping. He’s beautiful. Rough around the edges. The beard cranks up the sex appeal.

He wraps his fingers over mine and together we grip his tortured flesh. Hard as steel yet silky smooth. Our hands glide up his hard length and I lick the pre-cum from the tip again, but this time I don’t stop there.

I drag my lips over the bulbous tip, twirling my tongue over the crest before sinking my mouth over his thick arousal. Wolfe sucks in a deep breath and groans through a harsh exhale.

“You’re so beautiful it hurts my soul to know you’ll go to heaven while I am tossed into hell. Maybe I can bribe Saint Peter to get through the gates.” He drags his shaft from my mouth and in the next instant, I’m in his arms.

He rolls onto his back and brings me to straddle his middle. Like this, peering down at him I feel like a queen. The only thing I am missing is his crown.

“Exquisite.”

He takes my hands and places them on his chest. “Show me what you want and I’ll give you everything your heart and body desires.”

I understand what he is doing, but that doesn’t make this any easier. I rake my nails over flesh, taking care to scrape them over the flat disks of his nipples.

He draws in a quick breath and bucks his hips, sending me falling over his chest. With my ass in the air, he grips both cheeks, spreads me and teases my entrance with the swollen head of his cock.

I groan into the kiss he takes, hungry for the feel of his tongue stroking mine. My fingers find his hair. My breathing increases the longer he teases my pussy. I break the kissing, my heart thundering wildly in my chest. My body understands what comes next, wet heat drips to coat my thighs and him.

“Mmm, I can smell your pretty pussy. She’s dripping all over my cock.” His lips find my pulse point and he kisses it languidly. At first. It’s when his teeth sink into flesh and he marks my skin that I lose the control I have on my breathing. I gasp, clutch him to me and relish in a mixture of pain and pleasure rocketing through me.

“Mine,” he says against the sensitive flesh of my neck in a husky voice laden with conviction.

I drink in the raw desire in his expression, feel the grip of his hands on my flesh. His hunger feeds into my own so much so I don’t know where his ends and mine begins.

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