One of his fingers found her entrance and lingered, circling. “Do it,”
she said. If she didn’t feel him inside her—his fingers or his cock, anything —she might start begging.
“So bossy,” Hunt purred against her neck, then claimed her mouth
again. And as his lips settled over hers, nipping and taunting, he slid that finger deep into her.
Both of them groaned. “Fuck, Bryce,” he said again. “Fuck.” Her eyes nearly rolled back into her head at the feeling of that finger.
She rocked her hips, desperate to drive him deeper, and he obliged her, pulling out his finger nearly all the way, adding a second, and plunging both back into her.
She bucked, her nails digging into his chest. His thunderous heartbeat
raged against her palms. She buried her face in his neck, biting and licking, starving for any taste of him while he pumped his hand into her again.
Hunt breathed into her ear, “I am going to fuck you until you can’t
remember your gods-damned name.”
Gods, yes. “Likewise,” she croaked.
Release shimmered in her, a wild and reckless song, and she rode his
hand toward it. His other hand cupped her backside. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten this particular asset,” he murmured, squeezing for emphasis. “I have plans for this beautiful ass, Bryce. Filthy, filthy plans.”
She moaned again, and his fingers stroked into her, over and over. “Come for me, sweetheart,” he purred against her breast, his tongue
flicking over her nipple just as one of his fingers curled inside her, hitting that gods-damned spot.
Bryce did. Hunt’s name on her lips, she tipped her head back and let go,
riding his hand with abandon, driving them both into the couch cushions.
He groaned, and she swallowed the sound with an openmouthed kiss as
every nerve in her body exploded into glorious starlight.
Then there was only breathing, and him—his body, his scent, that
strength.
The starlight receded, and she opened her eyes to find him with his head
tipped back, teeth bared.
Not in pleasure. In pain.
She’d driven him into the cushions. Shoved his wounded back right up
against the couch.