“Don’t.” She raises a hand. “Don’t distract me with... whatever this is between us. I deserve the truth.”
She’s right. She deserves answers, safety, and someone far better than me.
Instead, I take her face in my hands and kiss her.
It’s not calculated. Not strategic. For perhaps the first time in my adult life, I act purely on need. Her lips part in surprise beneath mine, and I deepen the kiss, backing her against the window. My hands slide into her hair, cradling her head as though she might shatter in my grasp.
I need her more than my next breath. More than the control that has defined my existence.
My kiss becomes savage, demanding. Something inside snaps. The thin veneer of restraint I’ve been clinging to. I pull back, her lips swollen from my assault, her eyes wide with anticipation and a hunger that matches my own.
“On the sofa. Now.” My voice drops to a dangerous growl as I walk her backward.
Her breathing quickens, chest rising and falling rapidly. “Hunter?—”
“Questions later.” I guide her roughly toward the low-slung leather sofa dominating the center of the room. “I need to taste you first.”
The moonlight spills across her face, highlighting the flush spreading across her cheeks. I push her down onto the sofa, dropping to my knees between her legs. My hands slide up her thighs, pushing her skirt higher until it bunches around her waist.
“Lie back,” I command, hooking my fingers into the thin fabric of her underwear. “Let me devour you.”
She hesitates only a moment before complying, her head falling back against the cushions as I tear the delicate material away. The sound of ripping fabric echoes through the room.
“These are in my way,” I mutter, tossing the ruined underwear aside.
I grip her thighs, spreading them wide, exposing her completely to my gaze. Mine. The thought burns through me like wildfire as I lower my head. The first broad stroke of my tongue makes her gasp, back arching off the sofa.
“Stay still,” I growl against her sensitive flesh. “You’ll take what I give you.”
My mouth returns to her heat, tongue circling her clit before dipping lower. I feast on her like a starving man, hands gripping her thighs tight enough to bruise. Her taste is addictively sweet and uniquely hers. I devour her relentlessly, my tongue exploring every fold, every sensitive spot that makes her moan.
When her hands tangle in my hair, I growl and redouble my efforts, sucking her clit between my lips as my fingers dig into her flesh. Her hips buck, pushing her pussy harder against my mouth.
The taste of her drives me wild, her surrender fueling an insatiable need I can’t control. Her moans fill the room as my tongue works relentlessly. The evidence of her desire coats my lips, my chin. She’s marking me as thoroughly as I’ve marked her.
It’s not enough.
I pull back abruptly, breathing hard. Aurora whimpers at the loss, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire.
“Stand up,” I order, my voice rough with need.
She blinks, disoriented. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than Aurora Harrison flushed and desperate from my touch.
“Now, Aurora.” My hands move to my belt, unfastening it with practiced efficiency.
She rises on shaky legs, watching as I strip away my pants and boxers in one fluid motion. My cock springs free, hard and aching for her.
I lie back on the sofa, resting against the leather cushions. “I want your pussy on my face while you suck my cock.”
Her eyes widen, desire darkening them to midnight blue. “Hunter?—”
“Don’t make me wait.” The command in my voice brooks no argument.
Aurora moves toward me; her skirt is still bunched around her waist. I grab her hips, positioning her above me.
“Sixty-nine,” I instruct. “Your mouth on my cock while I finish what I started.”
She straddles my face with trembling thighs, lowering herself until I can resume my feast. My tongue plunges inside her as her lips tentatively wrap around my cockhead.
