If they ended this crazy, spontaneous marriage, would any other man ever do again? They’d shared a bed only a few times, and already she felt wrapped up in him, desperate to soak in his determination and the ecstasy he gave her. Aching to give herself utterly to him. She shut out the voice inside her that was still trying to scream in protest and sank into his embrace.
Hunter lifted his head, looked down at her through the shadows. “Better.” Firm with demand, his lips took hers again with a dark, lingering insistence. When she responded in kind, without closing anything off from him, he moaned. “Incredible.”
His praise suffused a glow all through her. Just by being totally in the moment with him, she’d pleased him. After spending so long not giving a shit what anyone but her mother thought, that felt good. Scary still, but sublime.
He made his way down her body, pausing to lap at her ni**les around the clamps. The dizzying pleasure/pain scattered the gentle glow of the last few moments, slamming her with a craving so strong, it seized her breath. Intense. Gripping. Impossible to ignore.
“Hunter . . .”
“I know, honey. These will come off soon. And you’ll scream like you never have. So f**king sexy. I can’t wait.”
His words were an erotic riptide, sucking her under even deeper. Drowning was inevitable, and the anticipation made her shudder.
Then he eased down her body, his mouth drifting so, so softly over her stomach. A lap here, a nip there, awakening her even more. Kata’s entire body clenched. Her yearning to put her fingers in the short strands of his hair, feel him alive and warm under her hands, assailed her like an addict craving his drug of choice.
“Free my hands. Please.”
Hunter shook his head, his thumbs brushing her erect ni**les so softly, a breathless madness closed in on her. “The control is mine. This is you trusting me to give you what you need, to push you farther than you think you can stand and still make you love it.”
Kata arched, head tossed back, as she tried to endure his torment. But her body had become one giant ache that knew only the need for his possession.
His hand drifted down her stomach, into the wet curls between her legs. “Hmm, so wet and swollen. You might struggle to understand what’s happening between us, but when I touch you, I know your body is on board.”
He dragged his thumb over her clit again. A second later, he followed with a wicked slide of his tongue over the little bundle. She moaned, and he repeated the motion until her hips thrashed, until she cried out with a constant mewl of need.
“No coming until I say so,” he reminded.
She snapped her head from side to side in a silent scream of denial. After all the kissing, the touching, the repeated ramp-ups and cooldowns, her body was beyond primed. “I . . . can’t stop it.”
“You’re strong. You can. I’ll release you at the right time. Just trust me.”
He pressed two fingers inside her, then dragged fresh moisture over her sensitive little nub, rubbing in an unceasing, endless circle that completely unraveled her. His tongue followed once more, a hot lash that damn near destroyed her. Kata stopped breathing, stopped thinking. Every muscle in her body tensed with effort to stave off the inevitable. But oh . . . holding this orgasm at bay felt like trying to stop an avalanche with a paper plate.
“What will you give me tonight, honey?”
“Everything.” The ache for release screeched under her skin, and she whimpered with need.
“How badly do you want to come for me?”
God, he wanted her to beg. “I’ve never felt so . . . on fire. It’s like”—she panted—“an exquisite pain. Please, Hunter. Sir. Please.”
“You’re f**king gorgeous, honey. Are you on birth control?”
“Yes.” Please let that mean he intended to f**k her now.
He paused, his fingers unmoving, and her entire body seized up. No!
“Because of Ben?”
The question slammed across her brain. Was he jealous? Would he punish her again by leaving her to ache and burn even more?
“The truth,” he demanded as he shimmied up her body, his hot body pressed against her side, flaying her with heat. “Now.”
“No. Irregular cycle. Since I was fourteen.”
“You’re clean?”
She gave him a jerky nod. In truth, she’d never had sex without a condom, but with the broiling heat of his c**k hovering like a promise and a threat above her throbbing clit, she found it too hard to speak.