EVERLY
The world igniteswhen Gunnar kisses me. His lips are bruising, his beard rough against my chin as he runs his hands through my hair, pulling me closer. I don’t breathe. Don’t think. I let my instincts take over and kiss him back, savoring his musky taste—raw and masculine and so freakin’ good.
God, yes.
I shudder when his tongue slips between my lips, invading my mouth, filling me with him. He lets out a low growl and pushes me to the ground, the rough denim of his jeans pressing on my naked core as he covers my body with his. I can feel his bulge, rock hard and impossibly big as he grinds himself against me. The friction drives me wild.
“Fuck, Everly,” he groans. “This is what you do to me.”
Desire is pooling between my thighs, hot and slick, and I quiver at the feral glint in Gunnar’s eyes. It’s like a promise. Or a warning…
“I need to have you, princess,” he mutters darkly. “I need to know you want it.”
A whimper escapes me at his words. The sun is still blazing overhead, the creek still flowing, birds still chirping. But all of itdissolves when Gunnar looks at me like this. Like every second is a fight for control.
“I want it,” I tell him breathlessly. “I want you.”
The words hang in the air between us for a moment. Then Gunnar makes a noise deep in his throat—the last of his restraint snapping. I see the shift in his expression, the primal side taking over, and he’s already grabbing at my shirt, tearing at the buttons of the oversized plaid. It falls open, exposing my curves to his hungry gaze, and he growls again, running his hands over my skin like he wants to memorize every inch of me.
“So fucking beautiful.” His voice is low and dangerous as he rakes his eyes over my plump breasts, the swell of my belly. Then he tips his head down, his hot tongue sliding over my skin. Tasting me…moving down past my belly button…inching toward the junction of my thighs.
“Oh!”
I gasp as his tongue reaches my clit, flicking against it. My whole body jolts, fingers digging into the dirt as Gunnar sucks the sensitive bud into his mouth. The pressure is merciless. Too much. Too good. I buck my hips, trying to escape him, but he rests a powerful arm over me, forcing me down. Forcing me to take it.
Yes, yes, yes…
I come fast, throbbing against Gunnar’s mouth with a shuddery moan. But he doesn’t give me a second to recover. Doesn’t stop sucking on my oversensitive clit, even as I thrash against him. With his free hand, he trails his fingers over my folds, finding my entrance. Then he pushes inside, pumping me in a brutal rhythm until my vision turns white.
“Oh, God!”
I’m making so much noise, but I don’t care. We’re deep in the forest here, away from the trails—just me and Gunnar. There’s nobody to hear me scream. Nobody to see him devouring melike a starving man. Heck, even if the whole world could see, I wouldn’t want him to stop. I’m too far gone—nothing but raw animal need and sticky arousal.
Gunnar’s fingers curl, hitting the perfect spot, and everything explodes as a second orgasm crashes over me, stronger than the first. It sucks the breath from my lungs, leaving me a trembling wreck as Gunnar draws out every second of pleasure. Then he pulls his fingers out of me and laps up every last drop of cream, his tongue delving between my folds until I’m completely spent.
He tilts his head up from between my legs, meeting my gaze. His beard is slick, glistening with my arousal, eyes molten as we stare at each other.
“You taste fucking amazing, princess.”
I shiver at the praise. I love it when he calls me princess. It makes me feel like I belong to him.
“I’m gonna make you come again,” he growls as he moves back up my body, his mouth brushing my ear. “But this time, you’re gonna do it all over my cock.”
I whimper, nodding eagerly. “Please.”
He’s already given me two delicious orgasms, but I’m still not sated. I won’t be sated until he’s inside me. My body is begging for it—a deep, animal need that only Gunnar can satisfy.
I watch as he eases off me and pulls down his jeans, his eyes never leaving my face. It feels like I’m being stared down by a wild animal, and it only turns me on more as Gunnar removes the final layer between us. His cock springs free, and a gasp lodges in my throat.
Oh my God.
His cock is as huge as the rest of him—thick and meaty and dripping with pre-cum. My sex throbs at the sight of it, legs trembling as Gunnar pins me to the ground. His body dwarfs me completely, blocking out everything else. I feel tiny beneath him. Helpless. At his mercy.
And I love it.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Gunnar breathes, positioning himself between my thighs. “You better be ready for me.”
“I’m ready. I’ve never done this before, but I want it. I want you.”
