Just the tip.
Just a promise.
And it’s driving me insane.
I’m on the edge of madness. Of begging. Of screaming. Every nerve is strung tight as piano wire, trembling beneath the weight of want.
Then he shifts.
His hips press forward, and this time?
He slides in.
Thick. Hot. Bare.
I gasp—no,moan—my body stretching, pulsing around him as he fills me with slow, deliberate pressure.
“OhGod,” I cry out, clawing at the sheets, my thighs trembling. “I’m so full.”
“I’m about half, baby. Relax. I know you can be a good girl for me and take it.”
He holds perfectly still, buried halfway inside me, and my body is already trembling like a live wire, stretched to its limit.
Half?
That alone makes my breath hitch, my back arching involuntarily beneath him.
“I’m so full,” I whisper again, voice trembling, brain hardly functional with how wide and deep he’s already reaching.
“I know,” he growls, voice like dark velvet in my ear. “And I’ve got more for you. You can take it, can’t you?”
My fingers curl into the sheets. I nod, even as a whimper escapes me.
“Yes… please. Give it to me.”
He groans low—like it’s taking everything in him not to lose control right then—and sinks in the rest of the way with one smooth, unrelenting thrust.
My entire body arches, mouth dropping open in a silent cry as he fills me—completely.
I feel stretched, possessed, claimed—like he’s staking his territory inside me.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growls, voice sharp, breath ragged. He pulls back slow, almost torturously, then slams into me again, harder. “So goddamn wet for me. Still hate me, Luna?”
I gasp, the sound caught somewhere between a moan and a curse.
“Is that a no?” he taunts, thrusting again. “You gonna scream how much you hate me while you’re creaming on my cock?”
“Fuck you,” I pant, clawing at the sheets, desperate, angry, aching for more.
He grits out a laugh, low and dangerous. “You are.”
Another thrust—deep, punishing.
“You’re fucking me like you mean it,” he murmurs against my ear. “Like you need it. Hate me all you want, baby—but your pussy’s obsessed.”
I cry out, thighs trembling, and he grabs my hair, wrapping it around his fist, tugging my head back just enough to hear him clearly when he growls, “Say my name.”
“Hunter—” I gasp.
