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Mere inches from his mouth.

A greedy need took over me.

Yesterday, making love was the only time this imaginable pain had paused. I had only been able to focus on the flick of his tongue, the sensation of him grinding against my body.

I wanted that now. Ineededthat now. The pain would still be here when we were done, but at least I’d be exhausted with pleasure.

“Get in the shower with me,” I said.

Hunter’s eyes traveled up my body to my face again.

“And don’t be gentle.”

CHAPTER42

Luna

Idrew Hunter up by his shirt and brought his mouth to mine. Next to us, the sound of the shower’s water cascaded to the ground, the steam swirling through the confined space, heightening the smell of his musk cologne.

I was more aggressive than normal, licking his bottom lip and plunging my tongue inside his mouth, inciting a growl.

“Make me forget my pain,” I whispered over his lips.

“Luna,” he cautioned.

I didn’t want to hear that this might not be healthy. There was only one thing I wanted, and there was only one person who could give it to me.

I grasped his wrist and slid his palm down my stomach, sliding it lower until it dipped between my thighs.

Hunter moaned, surrendering deeper into the kiss as his finger slid over my sex, feeling how ready I was for him. But first, I wanted to return the favor that he had given me yesterday, when he’d sunk to his knees and buried himself between my thighs.

I pulled Hunter’s shirt as high as I could, waiting for him to yank it off and step out of his pants and boxers. Before I took his hand and guided him into the shower.

The water was so hot, that it stung my skin as it drenched my hair and spewed down my nipples, my stomach, and between my thighs, where Hunter’s fingers had dipped between my folds again.

This time, curving and sliding inside of me.

I clutched Hunter’s biceps and dug my nails into his flesh as he worked me from the inside, my forehead pressing against his chest. Just like I had asked him to, he wasn’t gentle, thrusting harder and harder, and after a minute of working me into groans, he brought his thumb up, swirling it at the apex of my sex.

I could already feel an orgasm starting to climb in my lower belly, and I wanted to feel its release, but I needed to feel it with my body stretched around him. All of him. I clenched my thighs, trying to resist it, but his fingers curled and hit that spot in my core while his thumb worked that sensitive flesh on the outside. I was thrilled when Hunter’s warm lips pressed against mine once more.

The water drenched us as Hunter thrust two fingers deeper, then drew them all the way out to the tip, only to thrust them in again. He repeated this movement multiple times, making my orgasm climb higher. Until it crashed.

I grabbed his arms so tightly I was probably hurting him, my lips meeting his chest as he cooed his praises through my shudders.

Panting after its end, I gripped his hand and pulled him out, stepped back until I hit the wall behind me, and then, keeping my eyes locked on his—the water sliding down his hungry face—I sank to my knees.

Slowly, making a show of it.

Watching his chest begin to rise and then fall faster.

I looked down at his throbbing shaft in front of me, and I held it at the base, swirling my tongue around the tip.

Hunter groaned and grabbed a fistful of my wet hair.

With water droplets on my eyelashes, I looked up at him again as I opened my mouth as wide as I could, relaxed my jaw, and drew him into my mouth.

The look on Hunter’s face was one of pure, unbridled passion. His jaw clenched, and his lips curled tightly, as I drew him back out and then pushed him back inside until I gagged.

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