“Dammit, D…” Hunter groans. “You're gonna drive me wild.”
“Is that a warning?” I purr as I release his finger and watch him sink to his knees in front of me, hooking his arms beneath my knees and drawing my legs over his shoulders.
“It depends…” he puckers his lips and blows warm air on my folds, sensing shivers of pleasure through me. “...Are you afraid?”
I gasp when he lightly presses his lips to my clit. “Afraid? No. Nev—ah!” A loud moan tears from my throat when Hunter suckles on my bundle of nerves, the sensation so intense that I have to grip the edge of the narrow pedestal to steady my quaking body. When he strokes my folds with skillful ministrations of his fingers, I can barely form a coherent thought, let alone finish my sentence.
And he doesn't stop there.
Those fingers work magic in ways only Hunter can, as if muscle memory recalls every intimate touch, every stroke to bring me closer to the pinnacle.
When he pushes a finger through my core, my walls clamp around the digit, clenching in desperation for the friction. It comes slowly as he steadily builds up the perfect pace that has me rocking to the rhythm of his finger thrusting inside me and his tongue lapping my juices as he sucks my clit. I can barely hang on to a semblance of sanity, throwing my head back and relishing in the pleasure as it coils in the pit of my belly, ready to explode.
Hunter senses that I'm near, and curls his finger inside me in the perfect position to tap my G-spot with precision that has me seeing stars behind my eyelids. My breath catches, and my climax is about to erupt when he removes his finger, clutches my thighs, and lifts me off the pedestal without removing his face from between my legs.
My hands fist his hair as he carries me swiftly across the room, laying me onto the couch as he continues to suck my clit as I climax. When my back hits the couch, my body quakes withintense waves of pleasure, my hands fisting his shirt to pull him closer. I need his weight to ground me when it feels like my soul is about to leave my body.
“Hunter…Hunter….” His name falls from my lips like a prayer that's answered only when he lies on top of me, knowing how intense my orgasms are when he eats me out and how desperate I am to feel him on me. Only once I'm down from the high—barely, but enough to see him staring at me with ravenously dark eyes—I'm already ripping the buttons of his shirt when I grab his crisp white collar.
We're moving in tandem again, this time to remove his clothes until he has to stand to get his pants off. He can't do it fast enough, his cock finally freed from the restraints and hanging hot and heavy when he comes back to the couch. He climbs between my legs, taking his thick length in one hand and stroking the swollen tip across my folds.
“Please!” I cry out, whimpering from the torment of not yet being filled by him. Seeing the veiny shaft, the tip drenched with my juices, is enough to make me explode again.
But I need to feel him, I need that delicious stretch when he's inside me, and I part my legs further, pushing my pelvis forward until the tip of his cock catches on my aching hole.
He angles his hips and hooks an arm under my knee, drawing my leg up as he sinks into my depths. I let out a drawn-out breath that escalates into a moan and has me throwing my head back and plummeting into the feeling of utter bliss, wholeness, the stretch so delicious that I'm sighing with relief.
Even my inner wolf sighs when our bodies are united, sated from the intensity of the connection that is the most sacred one for a werewolf. The connection transcends the physical realm, allowing me to see the silver and purple misted huesof my spiritual essence behind my eyelids as Hunter steadily thrusts into me.
His warm hand slides up my belly, the callouses on his fingertips a stark contrast to the smoothness of my flesh, but it's something that draws my attention most splendidly. It's like the yang to my yin, and pulls me to lift my eyes to see his hand cupping my breast.
A flicker of fear makes my heart skip a beat, the intensity of our connection frightening because of the past. A bond that was emotionally troubled when he rejected me shouldn't feel so good; it shouldn't make me feel whole, yet here we are, his cock buried deep inside me as he leans forward and kisses my lips as if it's reassurance he's giving me.
The kiss pushes away my inhibitions, even if it's momentary, and I lose myself to the pleasure of being united with my fated mate. The sensations rolling through my body and igniting every nerve fiber in my being as Hunter thrusts back and forth is enlightening, making me feel not just connected to him, but to my soul's essence.
As he continues to thrust, I feel myself transcending time and space, a construct of man that doesn't allow me to thrive in my wholeness as a supernatural being. Now, with Hunter, I feel invincible, unstoppable, and I grab the hand cupping my breast and pull it to my lips to press a heartfelt kiss on his palm. I use his strong hand as leverage to lift myself, and he scoops me onto his lap with fluid movements until I'm straddling him.
Gripping his shoulders as I begin to ride his cock, our lips meet in perfect harmony despite the kiss being sloppy, messy, the air filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin, our bodies sliding together, and moist from the sweat we've built up. That knot in the pit of my belly tightens, warning me of myimpending climax, and I break the sloppy kiss and stare deeply into Hunter's eyes as he squeezes my ass.
“You're coming, aren't you…?” he drawls, voice husky as he guides my hips.
I nod tightly, and Hunter groans.
“Me too…” he breathes before he conquers my lips again with deliberate passion, swiftly flinging me onto the couch to give a few more deep thrusts while he's on top of me that send us both spiraling into the deepest depths of gratification. Our bodies roll in synch as we reach orgasm, panting against each other's lips as we ride out the high together.
Together.
It's one word that snaps me out of my blissful daze, my walls immediately coming up to keep myself protected from the only one who has the power to break my heart.
That was only sex. That's all it needs to be. Hunter's words from the past echo in my mind as a not-so-gentle reminder that I can't let my guard down.
“I think we should stop hooking up, Delilah. It's for the best.”
Tonight might have been the biggest mistake either of us has made, but there's no reason to get caught in the throes of passion and become susceptible to pain.
That's why, when Hunter lifts his head, eyes dazed and stunning with stars that litter the dark depths, stars only I can see twinkling, I quickly dodge the aftermath of our passionate tryst, which I know is bound to come if I don't stop it right now.
There's no need for a kiss, no need to cuddle. Pushing at Hunter's shoulders firmly, I slip out from under him, padding across the living room to retrieve my dress from beside thefront door. I can feel Hunter's eyes boring into the back of my neck, but with my walls reaching for the sky, I'm numb to the emotional weight threatening to bear down on me.
