His Treasured Obsession
Gabriela
“And how exactly are you going to do that?” I panted, rising on my elbows.
My mind was slowly returning back to Earth after that sense-numbing climax. I didn’t realize that sitting on Hunter’s face could make me comethatamazingly.
I wanted to do it again. Soon.
Hunter’s lips, covered with a sheen of my arousal, tipped up into a smirk. “For starters, by tying you to my bed and fucking you raw and deep. Just like we both want.” He shed his black pants but tossed his leather belt onto the bed. A foreshadowing for later. “Then if I feel like it, I’ll take my belt to your ass until you’re seeing stars and screaming my name loud enough for everyone on this floor to hear.”
I craved it all. “I want everything you have to give. Please, Hunt.”
“Such a good girl—so obedient—when you want something from me, hm?” he mused, the low, husky laugh that escaped him only making me wetter. “Now scoot towards the headboard and grab the bars.”
Eager to do his bidding, I gave a sensual display of slowly rolling over on all fours and crawling towards his slatted headboard, knowing he had an eyeful of the ass he wanted to spank.
Eat and fuck too.
I smiled when he dropped a rough groan. I removed my emerald silk gloves, turned back around, grabbed the bars, arched my back, which jutted my breasts, and spread my legs enough to give him a teaser. “What next,bello?”
His gaze devoured me like I was a feast. “You will be the end of me, Gabriela.”
There was a vulnerable edge to his words, even though they were echoed with passion.
“No,” I said with conviction. “We’re each other’s beginning, Hunter.”
Pleased with my response, he headed over to his nightstand and retrieved what appeared to be silk red ropes.
My heart sped, excitement and nerves knotting together in my belly. I took a brief moment to allow my gaze to wander in his room. Like the rest of his apartment, the inside bore sleek furniture with blue and black accents. The curtains were already pushed wide, a generous amount of moonlight flowing in. But he still went ahead and lit the three candles on his nightstand so we’d have more illumination.
Hunter climbed onto the bed with the swiftness of a predator who’d finally cornered his prey after months of stark craving.
A rare burst of shyness ignited over my skin, raising goosebumps as I was subjected to his intense perusal. He saw me naked before and I knew I lived up to all his fantasies, but I still felt the need to ask him, “Is this what you’d picture for four hundred and fifty days?”
“Four hundred and fifty-eight days,” he corrected, widening my thighs to accommodate his herculean frame, his knees keeping me open like a makeshift spreader bar. “I’ve wanted you—neededyou—for that long. You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this moment.” His slightly callused palm slithered over my torso before wrapping around my throat, right abovemy snake necklace. “And nothing comes close to the real thing.” He leaned down, the muscles in his arms shifting in a manner that made the serpent tattoo on his skin appear like a living, breathing entity. “I’m going to ruin other men for you tonight.” He brushed his lips against mine, plume-soft. “I won’t stop until I’ve wrecked every inch of you, Gabriela.”
Hunter’s possessiveness was laced with a sweetness that I was drawn to like bees to honey. It turned me to taffy, my limbs malleable underneath him, a puppet for him to bend, move, and use to his will.
He did just that, expertly winding the silk red ropes around my wrists and the headboard, the hold harbouring a luxuriating feel as the ties skated against my skin, keeping me poised for his ministrations.
“Do it. I’m yours,” I exhaled like an incantation and Hunter inhaled it in the fictional space separating our mouths, bodies, and hearts. “Fuck me like you own this pussy. Pin me down, pull my hair, slap my skin. Anything you want. Just don’t stop.”
It was hard to tell if Hunter’s groan was from my words, from the way his thick cock grazed against my wetness, or from a mixture of both. “But if you do want me to stop, tell me and I will. Without question. I’m as much at your mercy as you are at mine.” His hands roved down my shackled arms and over the curves of my body, pausing at my waist. “There aren’t enough words to describe your beauty in any language. You’re sublime, Gabriela.”
The heat between us didn’t dim with his utterance. It simply added another beautiful layer to our relationship. A reminder that with all the praise and degradation singing between us when we were intimate, I could always be grounded in the knowledge that, above all, I would always be a venerated goddess to Hunter Saint Warren.
I kissed him to convey my unspoken thoughts. He kissed me back, tasting them, accepting them, and keeping them safe in the cradle of his golden heart. “I adore you.”
“And I adore you.” He drew his mouth to my jaw for more kisses. “Remember to keep your eyes on me. I want to watch your face as you take my cock for the first time.”
He was such a gentleman on a daily basis that sometimes I forgot what a seductive alpha lurked underneath his designer suit, football gear, and Prince Charming smiles. It only made me slicker when he spoke to me in that raspy voice, bossing me around like I was his…which I was. With every breath, every heartbeat, and every atom in my body.
Hunter was a gift from the universe—a recompense for my patience after all the hardships I’d endured in my past—and I accepted him wholeheartedly.
I was drenched in arousal to the point where it trickled down to my puckered hole. Hunter swiped his fingers over my slit and smeared my slickness over the length of his shaft before dragging the underside of it over my folds, coating himself further. Pearly essence beaded at his plump head in an erotic picture that left me parched. And when he worked his fist down his cock from root to tip, slapping it against my pussy and letting a drop of cum fall onto my clit, I burned with immeasurable heat.
It felt like an eternity before Hunter guided himself to my entrance.
