“You feel that?” I growl, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back in. “That’s your cunt surrendering. Fighting me with your mouth while your pussy begs for more.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders, drawing blood as I establish a punishing rhythm. Each thrust drives her harder against the rough bark, the pain of it mixing with pleasure in those little sounds escaping her throat.
“I knew from the moment I saw you on that cliff,” I rasp, driving deeper. “Standing in the rain like some fucking storm goddess. I knew I’d have you just like this, taking my cock while you pretend you don’t want it.”
The slick sound of her wetness fills the night air as I pound into her relentlessly. Her head falls back, exposing her throat, and I latch onto it, sucking hard enough to leave marks Olivia will question tomorrow.
“Your sister’s planning our fucking wedding,” I snarl against her throat, “picking out china patterns while I mark her sister’s body with my teeth.”
Her walls clench violently around me at those words, betraying how the wrongness of it all turns her on.
“That’s it,” I hiss, “squeeze that pretty cunt around me. Show me how much you love being your sister’s fiancé’s dirty secret.”
I shift my angle, hitting deeper, making her gasp with each thrust. The wild sounds she makes drive me to a frenzy.
“When I sit at your family dinner table,” I pant, sweat dripping down my spine, “I’ll be thinking about your pussy stretched around my cock in the fucking woods.”
She’s sobbing now, pleasure-pain tears streaming down her face as I consume her. I capture that broken sound with my mouth, kissing her viciously, my tongue conquering hers while my cock continues its relentless invasion below.
“Your cunt belongs to me now,” I whisper against her lips, voice dropping to something dark and possessive. “Mine to fill. Mine to fuck. Mine to ruin for any other man.”
Her body tightens around me as another orgasm builds. Something shifts in her expression—the conflict becoming unbearable.
“I can’t be yours,” Aurora gasps, her voice cracking as I continue to thrust into her. “Not while you’re engaged to her. I can’t.”
Her words hit me harder than they should. I slow my movements, still buried deep inside her, and catch her tear-streaked face between my hands. Now, her chest is heaving with more than just physical exertion.
“Look at me,” I command, gentler than before.
Her azure eyes meet mine, filled with shame and desire in equal measure. A sensation I’ve never experienced before twists my chest. This isn’t just about possession anymore.
“Listen to me, Aurora,” I say, my voice dropping to a harsh whisper. “I have no intention of ever marrying your sister.”
I punctuate my words with a slow, deep thrust that makes her gasp.
“The engagement is business. A fucking merger. It won’t be long before it’s over.”
Her eyes search mine, looking for deception; she won’t find it. In this moment, with her wrapped around me, I’ve never been more certain of anything.
“The only thing I want is you,” I tell her, the admission torn from somewhere I didn’t know existed. “Only you.”
I capture her mouth again, swallowing whatever protest might follow. I don’t want to hear doubt or hesitation. There’s only this. Her body taking mine, her tears on my tongue, the impossible thing growing between us that I can’t name but refuse to deny.
17
AURORA
“The only thing I want is you. Only you.”
His words slam through me with more force than his body, lighting up something primitive inside me. Something I’ve been fighting since I first saw him on that cliff edge.
“Hunter...” His name falls from my lips like a prayer, a surrender.
My body responds before my mind can catch up, inner muscles clenching around his thickness as a wave of pleasure crashes over me. The realization that this powerful, dangerous man wants only me pushes me over the edge.
“That’s it,” he growls, his voice dropping to something barely human. “Coming on my cock just from hearing you’re the only one I want.”
My vision blurs as the orgasm tears through me, muscles spasming uncontrollably around his impossible girth. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow, driving deeper as I shatter.
