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“Hunter?” A thread of uncertainty.

There was no room for uncertainty. There was only need. He shoved her thighs apart wider. Then just…looked.

So damn pretty.

So perfect.

So…

“Hunter?”

Mine. He put his mouth on her. Swiped his tongue over her clit and when she jerked against him, when her hips surged toward his mouth and another moan tore from her, his greed and lust and dark desire took over. He lashed her with his tongue. He licked, he kissed, he sucked, he consumed. He could not get enough. His fingers slid into her. First one, then another, and he thrust his fingers into her again and again even as he licked her clit. He sucked it hard, and she thrashed beneath him on the bed.

“Hunter!”

No uncertainty. Just need. Just a woman on the brink of release. He wanted her flying over the edge and sinking into pleasure. The pleasure that he had given to her.

Her nails clawed at his shoulders. Not trying to stop him but urging him on.

He licked desperately. Possessively. He took her thighs and angled them over his shoulders as he devoured her. When she came, he swore that he could taste her pleasure, and it only inflamed him more. He lapped at her. Over and over.

She choked out a scream, one that she quickly muffled, and her body shuddered and jolted beneath him.

Her hands fell away from his shoulders.

He licked her once more, absolutely addicted and wanting to taste her forever. But lust rode him too hard. His head lifted. He stared up at her.

She’d put a hand over her mouth to stop her scream—too late, he’d heard her pleasure. Her hand was still in place over her lips and chin.

Never breaking eye contact with her, he slowly lowered her legs off his shoulders. He licked his lips, needing to get every single drop of her.

Her eyes widened.

“Do. Not. Move.” Guttural. Hunter eased away from her. Stood beside the bed. He stripped as he stood there, kicking the sweats off and out of his way. Hunter stalked toward his bag. He dug inside until he found his condoms. Yeah, he’d brought them just in case.

He’d never, ever been more grateful for just in case.

His nostrils flared as he tore open a foil packet and rolled the condom in place. He’d wanted Shelby ready for him. Dripping wet. That was exactly how he’d gotten her.

He loved her taste.

He edged closer to the bed.

Her hand was still over her mouth. Her wide eyes on him. Not his face, though. Oh, no. Shelby was staring straight at his dick.

“Ready for me?” A hard rumble.

Her hand dropped from her mouth to the bed. She fisted the sheets in her grip. “It’s…been a while for me.”

Fucking excellent to discover. He was a jealous bastard, and picturing her with someone else? That would only make him feel more murderous.

“But even before…it was never…never like that. The way it just was with you. Never that good. I felt the pleasure everywhere.”

She was pushing him too far. “It will always be like that with us.” He climbed onto the bed. Positioned himself right between her legs. His dick wanted in, in, in.

But she’d just tensed. So he didn’t drive hard and fast into her as he wanted. He stilled.

“Hunter?”