I swallow hard and firmly plant my hand on her ass again. “To fuck you the way you deserve.”
For a moment, Sylvie is quiet, just the sound of our harsh breaths and pounding hearts to fill the room. The rest of the house is silent, still like it’s also awaiting her response.
As much as I badly want to know what it feels like to have her, if she tells me to walk away, I will. But I don’t know if I’ll be able to stay away. The part of me that would have, the part of me that was responsible and cautious died last night when I kissed her, and now the parts of me that remain don’t want to let this woman go.
“Hunt?” she whispers, pulling away enough to meet my eye. I look down into her gorgeous, shining eyes, taking in the gentle slope of her nose, the slight pout to her full lips, the light smattering of freckles along the ridge of her nose and over her flushed cheeks.
“Yes?”
Her throat bobs as she swallows, something flaring in her eyes that I can’t read. “You’re not sick, are you?”
I blink in confusion and rear back. “What?”
She clears her throat, blush darkening. “This seems entirely out of character for you, and well, I need to know: are you sure you’re okay?”
I don’t know if she’s joking until the pout turns into a smirk. That subtle shift has my heart hammering for an entirely different reason now, making my chest heat with…I don’t know. Happiness? Excitement? Warmth?
I pull her into me and claim her lips in another kiss as I lower her onto the bed. “You still haven’t given me your answer,” I murmur against her lips as I situate her beneath me. “What is it, vixen?”
Sylvie parts her thighs, wiggling so I’m directly between them. “You think you can keep up with me, old man?”
“I’m barely forty,” I growl, rising to my knees above her and unbuckling my belt. Now, I have a perfect view of her pussy. She’s not as bare as I thought she was. There’s a neat little bundle of hair above her slit, a deep brown that goes against the natural hue of her hair. But with her legs parted, I can also see how wet she is. Her pussy glistens, ready for me.
As I pull my jeans and boxers down to my thighs, I watch her expression shift from teasing to hunger again as she assesses me. “I think you’re the one who won’t be able to keep up with me,” I tell her as I lower myself to her, stroking myself as I guide my tip to her entrance. “Because once I get a taste, I won’t give you up.”
Her throat bobs as she swallows, something shifting in her dark eyes. She only gasps when I insert the tip, her body bowing off the bed. “Prove it then,” she says, meeting my stare. “No more words. Show me you mean it.”
My nostrils flare, and each deep breath I pull in is filled with her; the sweetness of her perfume, the heady scent of her arousal. As I slowly enter her, she’s all I feel.
Every inch is met with a tightening of her cunt, a fluttering of her walls. Now, I use all my strength not to come undone, but I’m a tightly wound ball of tension, and I’m one moan or flutter away from exploding.
And I think Sylvie knows that, too.
As she winds her arms around my shoulders and guides my face to hers, I know intimately just how fucked I really am.
And I don’t think I mind it anymore.
EIGHT
SYLVIE
The moment his mouth finds mine again, my belly tightens with the pressure of a building climax. The gentle thrusts of his hips contradicts the hot and heavy warnings he’d given me, the dirty words that’d felt foreign in the moment but added to the heat of our exchange. Although I’d expected him to fuck me with the same rage he’d fingered me, there’s a reverence in the way he holds me now, like if he does what he wants, I might break.
Maybe I do. Maybe I want to fall apart.
The idea of rough sex always gave me pause. Not because I think I’m breakable, but because no man has ever made me feel safe enough to wonder if it could be good or I’d enjoy it. The wrong man could put you off for life.
But strangely enough, even though he should be the wrong man—he says one thing, but shows me another, contradicts himself while also showing me a side of him I don’t think he gives anyone else—I don’t believe he is anymore.
And I want more of the side of him that can make me feel safe while he makes me explode.
I tear my lips from his and gasp. “I thought you were going to fuck me like I deserve, old man,” I say, finding his stare. “Ithought you knew by now I need a little more than slow and gentle.”
The corner of his lips tick upwards in a smile as he pauses his slow ministrations. “Here I thought you might want the princess treatment, vixen.” He lifts himself a little higher and grabs a pillow. “Lift your hips.”
I do as he commands and push up, allowing him to slide the pillow beneath my ass. When it’s situated, I lower again, the new angle hitting something almost perfect.
Hunter chuckles darkly, his thumb moving to my clit. Our eyes connect, and he doesn’t give me a chance to make a sound as he slams into me.
