His eyes go dark. “I love it when you boss me around like that.”
In one fluid move, he lifts me out of the water and sets me on the lip of the tub, the stone warm beneath me.
I gasp as the cool air hits my wet skin, as he kisses down my stomach with single-minded focus.
He whips off my bottoms and chucks them aside before he spreads my thighs, then dives in.
No hesitation. No mercy.
His mouth is all heat and motion, licking me like I’m the only thing in the world he wants to taste. His tongue moves with ruthless precision, his hands gripping my hips like I might float away.
“Oh my god—Hunter…” I cry out, my back arching.
He doesn’t stop. If anything, he doubles down.
He growls against me, and the vibration alone shatters something inside me.
I come fast. Hard. My entire body trembling as waves of pleasure roll through me. I’m gasping, wrecked, clawing at his wet hair, and he just keeps licking, savoring every aftershock.
When I finally go limp, he kisses the inside of my thigh like a vow.
And I think—this is what it means to be devoured.
He stands between my legs, breath ragged, mouth glistening, and eyes dark with pure possession. His hands trail up my thighs like he owns me—and God, maybe he does.
Then he moves, climbing up to sit on the wide ledge of the hot tub. The steam coils around him like a crown. His body is still soaked, muscles flexing as he leans back, cock thick and ready.
I move toward him, water trailing down my skin.
“You sure?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
He grins, wild and reverent. “Get over here.”
He kisses me, then moves his hands deftly to take off my teal top, and throws that aside too.
I straddle him, knees braced on either side. With our eyes locked together, I reach down to guide him. He’s heavy in my hand, hot, pulsing. I sink down slowly, every inch stretching me.
“Fuck,” we both whisper at once.
I pause, buried in him, breath caught somewhere in my chest. My hands plant on his shoulders, and I look into his eyes—truly look.
“I love you, baby,” he says, voice low, raw. “I love Luna. I love Faith. I love all of you.”
“I love you, too, Hunter.”
Something cracks open inside me. My chest squeezes, and I blink fast, too full in every sense.
“Now ride me, baby.”
I do.
Slowly at first, easing into the rhythm, rocking against him, grinding with each roll of my hips. The jets bubble around us, but all I can feel is him—every stroke, every breath, the slick heat between our bodies.
He grips my waist, guiding me, his mouth trailing from my neck to my chest, licking, sucking, worshiping.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he groans. “You feel like heaven. Like you were made for me.”
I moan, circling my hips harder, faster. The slap of water, the slap of skin. His hands move to my ass, squeezing hard as I bounce on him.
