Page 96 of Silent Vendetta (Vendetta Duet)

With a groan, Hunter hoisted me up around his waist as if I weighed nothing and walked me backward. I thought he was going to walk me inside his mansion, which was empty of staff and people, but instead, he gently placed me on an oversized boulder that was part of the landscaping.

The smooth rock was waist high for him, and as he looked down at me, he greedily began inching up my dress. I tugged at his belt, remembering what he had done with it before, but he seized my wrists and stopped me.

His grip around my wrist flashed down my body and shot between my legs once more, which was now pulsing with need.

Hunter’s blue eyes silently commanded me to obey him, his dark locks shimmering from the sun. He looked like he was glowing, his black designer suit almost shimmering with rays as he sank to his knees in front of me.

Watching me pant as he pulled my panties down my ankles with such a torturously slow speed, I whimpered, Hunter’s lips curling as he tugged them over my high heels and balled them into his pocket.

This ache in my sex was unbearable as he inched up my dress higher to my hips, exposing me in front of him—legs spread wide as he stared at my center, his every blink seemed reluctant, not wanting to miss a single moment of my beauty.

My breath came quicker with anticipation, longing to feel him. But Hunter made me wait for it.

He placed his lips on my knee, leaving a trail of delicate kisses along my left inner thigh, and just before he reached my sex, he stopped, locked his knowing eyes with me, and began the same agonizing path along my right leg.

The kisses grew closer and closer to where I needed them to be, where my body screamed for relief.

But he stopped just inside my thigh.

“Please,” I whimpered.

“I like to hear you beg,” he mused.

I was more than happy to oblige. “Please, Hunter.”

“Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded, kissing inside my thighs, punishing me with how close his mouth was to where I needed it.

“I’m yours,” I said.

“For how long, Luna?”

He kissed the space between my leg and my center—the closest his mouth had come to the pulsing heat screaming for his tongue.

“Forever,” I said.

Hunter rewarded me with a long lick up my sex. I moaned and leaned back on the boulder, gripping the stone as he repeated the process, swirling his tongue along the bundle of nerves at the top.

The heat became an inferno, my hips squirming as he flattened his tongue against the sensitive bud, moving it ever so slowly.

Hunter was capable of being rough, but right now, he was being gentle, meticulous, and working at the core of my body, triggering a wave that began to quiver in my lower stomach.

Oh, what we looked like right now—with me, my dress hitched up to my hips, lying on this rock with my legs spread, Hunter Lockwood in his designer suit, kneeling on the grass, his face buried between my legs, bobbing up and down as he licked my body into a frenzy.

But the hottest thing was watching Hunter. He wasn’t looking at me. He was focused on the space between my thighs, working it like a hungry man devouring a delicious dinner. He began to swirl his tongue again, just like he knew I loved, and then he brought his hand up and—pausing to lock eyes with me—lined up two fingers at my entrance.

I groaned as he pushed slightly up to the middle knuckles, pausing as he watched me squirm. He pulled back and then slid them deeper, until he pushed them all the way inside of me.

I arched my back so high, that my scalp scraped across the unforgiving surface as Hunter hit that internal bundle of nerves.

Then he lowered his mouth to me again and circled my apex with his tongue.

I longed to feel every inch of him inside of me, yet this felt so damn good, I wanted to feel this forever, too, so I grabbed his hair and tugged, holding him there.

Which motivated him to go faster, moaning. His voice vibrated against my delicate skin as he became more determined with his licks. Every lick felt better than the last, pushing the wave to climb higher and higher, the heat burning hotter, and the closer I got, the more desperate I became to keep his face between my thighs.

I trembled against his mouth as the heat that had been burning became an incineration, shooting up from my core to my spine. With his fingers pulsing inside of me, curling, I began to shake and squirm.

Holding the back of his head as I came undone.

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