He fumbles with something in the tent, then his fingers push inside me, making me groan. The temporary reprieve where we made love—yes, that's what it was—is over. Hunter King wants to fuck my body until I can't think of anything but him. And I can’t fucking wait.
"Again?" I ask, a little confused. Isn't there normally a recovery period? "Aren't you satisfied?"
He chuckles as he nips my ear. “No, trouble. With you, it will never be enough. I want to devour you, strip you bare until you are a sweaty, satiated mess. Then, when you think you can’t take any more, I’ll slide my cock so deep inside you, you’ll think of nothing else. No one else. Only the two of us will exist in that moment.”
This man and his mouth are enough to set my world on fire, and I am desperate for the heat. "I'll revel in it."
He growls low as he runs his tongue down the side of my neck, and I wiggle my ass against him in invitation. His fingers are still pulsing inside my body in a slow rhythm, pushing me back towards the cliff.
“Tell me something you’ve always wanted that you’ve never had the confidence to ask for. Something you touch yourself to in the middle of the night. Something that makes your clit throb.”
Things I touch myself to? My mind explodes with possibilities... so many fantasies I always assumed would remain exactly that—a dream. Not because they are so freaky no one would entertain them, but because they involve giving up control, and that has never been a possibility. Until him.
"Damn, you just got really wet. Tell me, Eleanor," he growls. "Or I'll edge you all fucking night."
I don't doubt it.
It shouldn't make any sense with my history, but… "Being restrained."
He doesn't miss a beat. "Do you want me to tie your hands behind your back, trouble?"
I lick my lips, thankful it is easier to be honest in the dark. His thumb brushes against my clit, and stars spark along the edge of my vision. "Yes."
"Now?"
There's a zap of electricity through my body at the carnal promise. "Yes."
I swallow as he removes his fingers from my pussy, rubbing our shared come over my lips. Fuck. Dirty Hunter is in control, and I cannot wait to be at his mercy. "Then put your hands behind your back."
I roll forward and twist my arms behind me. He rustles around and an unfamiliar cool band wraps around my wrists. He brought them. Does that mean he brought everything I got him? My body flushes at the thought.
"Relax. This is something else you included in that box of gifts, but I missed it the first time."
What did he miss? My scrambled brain tries to remember what I ordered. Something foreign pushes inside my pussy and presses tight against my clit. What is that?
He covers my mouth with his hand. "Try to be quiet, trouble. We aren't so far they won't hear you." Then the pulse starts, and I almost come as I curse his name. He chuckles. "This is about to get intense."
He grabs my knee, opening my legs wide, then pushes his cock inside of me. I think my eyes roll into the back of my head, stars already bursting across my vision.
"Fuck, that feels amazing," he groans as his pelvis sits flush against my ass. His breaths come fast as he stays still, letting both of us process the myriad of sensations surrounding us. "It's shaped to press and vibrate against your G-spot, so when I do this…" He retreats, then slides in fast. I cry out, my voice echoing off the trees. I can't help it. I'm not even sure I care. "It gives us both stimulation."
The new position, coupled with my bound hands, play havoc on my senses. I want to stay in this blissful haze for as long as I can, but as Hunter continues to snap his hips against mine, I lose the fight with myself. I come hard and fast, stealing his release along with mine, the stars in the night sky paling in comparison to the ones Hunter unleashed.
He quickly undoes my hands, his thumbs soothing the welts forming along my flesh. "That was insane," he murmurs against my neck as he pulls the tiny toy out..
"I think I have a new favorite," I admit, my soul still slowly falling back into my body.
He chuckles as he pulls me tight against him. My body is wrung out in the best way, relaxed against the unfailing strength at my back. "You're my favorite, Eleanor."
I've never been anyone's anything, but he is my everything.
Chapter Forty-Five
Eleanor
If fate is wielded by intangible power, why do we sense it stalking us?
Ipeople watch. I always have. Curious as to how everyone in the real world interacts with their environment and each other. At first, it was a survival instinct, a way to fit into social situations without garnering attention. Then it became a fundamental part of my psyche. When I stepped outside, my hacker identity changed from Ghost to Eleanor, and I needed to wear a mask. It was the only way to survive.
