Page 49 of Tainted Empire (Sins of Our Father)

“I want to see your room,” she finally whispers, damning us both to hell with her words.

I pull her hand from my face, my fingers wrapping around her small wrist as I walk her out of the bathroom and to my bedroom. I open the door, turning the small lanterns by the door on as I walk her inside. She looks around my room, taking in my large, custom wood, four poster bed. She walks to it, her back to me as her small hands reach out to run across the silk fabric of my black duvet.

I stand there in awe, staring at her from the doorway. She’s wearing those fucking high waisted jeans again, the kind that cling to her shapely legs and wide hips, that outline her large, perfect ass. I walk to her slowly, taking in her beautiful body as it stands at the foot of my bed, a sight I’ve dreamt about each night since I met her. I rest my hands on her shoulders, running them down her sweater-covered arms as she trembles from my touch. I pull her hair over one of her shoulders, pressing a kiss to the bare skin of her neck as she sucks in a hiss.

“You know what I want, Ali. I’ve made it clear from the moment you let me inside this perfect body. The real question is, what is it that you want?” I whisper roughly, my lips rubbing across the shell of her ear as she shivers in my hold.

I run my nose down her throat, one of my hands drifting from her hips to palm her breasts as she rests her head on my shoulder and moans.

“What do you want from me, flower?” I ask, hating the shake in my voice as I hold both the threat to my future and the salvation of my sins in my very hands.

She bites her lips and looks down to where my hand rests on her breasts, her breathing shaky and uneven.

“Ali-” I start.

“You! I want you, okay? I don’t know why I do, and I shouldn’t, but God, I fucking want you, Hunter. With every fiber of my stupid being,” she cries, a tear falling from her gorgeous eyes to drop on my hand.

I pull away from her magnificent tits reluctantly, grabbing her face in my hand to pull her head up. She looks at me with weary eyes, unshed tears glimmering in those hazel pools. I hate that I’m causing this war within her, but she’s doing the same to me. She has since she set foot in this fucking town. I should let her go, let her leave this cabin and never look back, but when it comes to her, I am weak. I am at her fucking mercy and on my knees, ready to worship and have her absolve every horrible thing I’ve done with the touch of her soft skin, with the warmth of her lush and heavenly body.

“I know, baby. I know,” I whisper before claiming her mouth once more, drinking her cries and storing them deep within me so she doesn’t have to feel the pain of us anymore.

I’ll take it all if it means that she will come out of this unscathed. I’ll lick every tear, mend every crack and heal every bruise just so that she can smile. I just want her to smile at me. Only me.

I turn her around, lifting her sweater away from her and dropping it to the floor as I stare at her lace-covered tits and the soft skin of her belly. She is Aphrodite, a goddess that doesn’t deserve a beast like me, but I am greedy for her. I am a hound that bites and salivates at her ankles just so she can give me a small taste of her sweetness.

I look into her eyes, pressing a soft kiss to her nose as my hands reach around her to unclasp her bra, the fabric dropping at her small feet as I hold her heavy breasts in my rough hands. When my thumb caresses her rosy nipple, she moans and tilts her head back, her long hair brushing against my fingers that press into her spine, holding her to me as I worship her breasts.

When I bend down, I lock eyes with her as my tongue snakes out to circle her nipple. She bites her lip and that’s when I suck it inside, laving at it like a hungry animal as she shakes against me, her mouth open and gasping for air. I love how responsive she is. How open and honest her body is when it reacts to my touch. There are no fake moans, no show to put on for my ego. It’s just pure, untainted lust that she shows me, and I can’t fucking get enough of it. I can’t get enough of her.

“Are you going to make love to me, Hunter?” she asks suddenly, her voice a breathless whisper as I smile and moan around her nipple before I let go and meet her lips.

“No, baby. I’m going to worship you,” I say before I drop to my knees and go for the button of her pants.

Her eyes are wide as I snap the button of her jeans open, sliding the zipper down to reveal a pair of simple, black cotton underwear that sheaths her wet sex. I can smell her body wash with the scent of her arousal, the heady mix pulling me under as I pull her jeans down her legs, taking off her shoes as I discard all her clothing. She stands before me, naked and trembling in a body of ivory flesh. Soft, ivory flesh that begs to be licked and caressed, that pleads to be explored.

I kiss each of her hips, biting them gently before I kiss every inch of her luscious thighs. One of her hands goes to my hair, resting in my strands as I part her legs slightly, my tongue tracing her labia. She bites her bottom lip, driving me wild as I lick some of her sweet wetness away from the skin of her pussy. Her stomach contracts and her nipples pucker, her eyebrows knitted together in want.

I plant one single kiss to the top of her pussy before I part her with my rough fingers, exposing her pink flesh that drips with arousal.

“Tell me this is for me. That you made all of this honey for me and not for him,” I growl, trying to stay tender and not think of Danny at this moment.

“It’s for you,” she gasps, and that’s when I dive in.

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I can’t keepmy body straight when Hunter’s mouth starts to devour me. His tongue laves at me with long, languid strokes and the amazing sensation has caused my knees to buckle.

He moves me back, seating my ass on the edge of the bed before he opens my legs wide to get a better angle. I move my hand from his hair and grip his bedding with tight fingers, the silk duvet gripped tight with my sweaty hands. My breathing is ragged, as if I’ve run a marathon. He keeps at it until I begin to shake violently, rough tremors wracking my body as I cry out and come against his perfect lips.

He eases his dark kiss, moving his lips from my tender flesh to caress down my thighs before he stands and plants a kiss to my belly. I open my eyes, all dreamy and hazy as I stare at him. He looks like a caged beast, an animal that’s been locked away and is begging to be set free. I shouldn’t be here right now, naked and underneath him, but his words and sudden gentleness have broken the dam inside of me and now I am his for the taking. Heart, mind and soul, because if I am being honest, I am falling deeply in love with Hunter Brooks and even though I know this won’t end well, I can’t stop it.

“What do you want, flower?” he asks, his voice rough and low.

I scoot back on the bed, rising to my knees as I plant my hands on his biceps, my fingers digging into the cords of his muscles.

“To see you, all of you,” I say, bringing my eyes to his as I search them.

He grabs one of my hands and kisses my palm before stepping back to remove his shirt, his tan and muscled chest glowing in the soft light of his bedroom. I bite my lip and let my eyes wander to the bulge in his jeans, licking my lips as he unbuttons them and slides them down with his boxers, taking off his boots and pants before standing before me naked as the day he was born.

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