Page 78 of Savage Hunter

“I know you can, my powerful warrior.” Wolfe slides farther in, this time not stopping until he is balls deep inside the enemy’s daughter. And that is where the vengeance ends. There’s nothing but pure, untarnished love between us. I see it now. I feel it. The strength of it wraps around me like an invisible blanket.

“I love you,” I whisper.

He sinks fully in and draws out. His hips flex and he drives into me again, this time with a force that makes me gasp. He gives me a look of pure, raw, soul-scorching lust as he falls over me, his weight delicious as he presses me into the mattress.

I lean forward and bury my head against his neck. I lift my ass and reach between us and stroke my clit. I’ve never been so bold but I suddenly want to feel everything all at once.

His hungry mouth finds my nipples and they immediately respond to the flick of his tongue and warm, greedy lips. “My sweet Harmonia.” His voice drops an octave. “The lovely way your body responds to me makes me want to spend my days pleasuring you.”

“Prove it.” I taunt him, feeling myself come into my power.

I gasp as he surges into me. Possessive. Demanding.

He takes both sides of my face in hand. We lock gazes. “Stay with me. Don’t leave me. Feel the way your body wants me. Let me love you.”

“Forever?”

“Until my dying breath.” Danger glitters in those mesmerizing eyes. “I dare anyone to take you from me.”

Strong arms wrap around me. He pulls us up until I’m straddling his thighs. Holding me close, he lifts me and pulls out at the same time and drives back in so deliciously hard my head falls back and I scream his name.

“Wolfe!”

“Who do you belong to, beautiful? I’m a selfish motherfucker who needs to hear you say my name.”

I wrap my legs around his waist and dig my heels into his backside. He thrusts in, slides out and feeds my greedy pussy all of his hard length.

“You. I belong to you and only you, Wolfe!” My lips part and I am panting heavily but no matter how hard I try I can’t seem to catch my breath.

His large hands roam my entire body. Committing it to memory? Claiming me? Both?

“I’ll end anyone who puts their hands on you,” he says and sinks back in, feeding my channel every inch of him. My walls struggle to accommodate his enormous size. Tension crackles through the atmosphere. It’s all I can do to breathe through the wash of possessive love claiming me.

My hands move from his back to slide into his thick hair. Every muscle in his body coils and shifts with his powerful thrusts that build the heat inside me. My channel swells around him and I feel him grow impossibly large deep inside me.

I take in everything about him. The tattoos—skulls, bleeding roses. The multitude of scars. Yes, he might not think I am paying attention but I notice the bullet wounds, the jagged scars left behind by blades. Did he get those because of me? I lift my head and lick my tongue over thick black ink and deeply tanned skin, He’s a god chiseled from marble. Hard. Contoured.

He tilts my chin up, takes my mouth, slips his tongue inside. He consumes me from the inside out.

I shimmy my hips into him. The growling response from him tells me he’s as far gone as I am. This is not merely fucking for release. This is making love.

My heart hammers. My skin shimmers with an invisible force. His hands slide under my ass and he tilts me just right to take the last thick inch of his cock.

I cry out, clinging to him as he pounds into me.

“Come for me. Cry my name and tell me you love me. I can die a happy man knowing your heart and body are mine.”

I hold the side of my face to his. “You hunted for me.” It’s not a question.

“Savagely.”

I lean back in his arms, knowing he will keep me safe and see a fierceness in his eyes to match his tone.

My killer, my monster, my savage hunter surges deep inside me one last time and together we meet our end. My walls clamp around him. Hot ropes of his milk spill into me. The force of our climax detonates inside me and the last remnants of any wall I have crumbles.

I’m his.

And he’s mine.

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