Hunter - Blaire Drake Page 0,40

me as he pumped them inside me and gripped the back of my neck. “You have until I reach 'one' to make me stop. Five.” He dragged his mouth down my neck. “Four.” His tongue circled my nipple, and he pressed his thumb against my clit. “Three.” He released my neck, licking down my stomach and dipping his tongue into my naval, falling back onto his knees, still bending forward. “Two.” His mouth hovered over my pussy, and he pulled his fingers from my me. “One and a half...”

I half-laughed, half-gasped as he dipped his fingers back inside me.

He grasped my ass with both hands and lifted my hips. “Fucking. One.” He slowly ran his tongue up the length of my pussy, from my ass to my clit.

I threw my arm over my eyes as he zoned in on my clit. Pleasure rocketed through me like waves as he worshipped that tiny spot, rolling his tongue over it again and again. I writhed against him as he fucked me with his mouth, bringing me close the edge before he pulled back and stretched his tongue inside my pussy inside.

I was mumbling incoherently. I didn't know if I was begging for more, for the end, or if I was just pleading his name. The only thing I was sure I knew was that I didn't want him to stop but he needed to stop right now.

“Please tell me you have a condom,” he rasped, his fingers tightening on my thighs like all his retraint was being channeled through his touch.

I nodded and waved toward my nightstand. I was the kind of girl who was prepared for every situation, and apparently having sex with my assassin was one of those.

The drawer slammed open and shut within seconds, and I propped myself up on my elbows to look at him. Hunter dropped his pants, and my throat went dry as he pulled down his boxers. The tip of his cock was just free when he noticed me watching him. His lips tugged up on one side, and the look in his eyes was heated and predatory, but amusement glinted, too.

“I thought you didn't play.”

My words were a challenge, one that sobered him.

The smirk dropped, along with his boxers, and his cock sprung free from the constraints of the fabric. Desire hit me like a tidal wave as he ripped open the packet and pulled out the condom. He grabbed his long, hard cock in a firm grip and rolled on the protection.

I was never surer that a guy touching his own cock was the hottest fucking thing ever.

The second the condom was on fully, Hunter climbed back onto the bed over me and grabbed my hips. I half-laughed as he dragged me down to him, but he swallowed my giggle as he closed his mouth over mine.

He was inside me seconds later.

He had one arm around my lower back, the other fisting my hair, and he gently rocked his hips against mine. My pussy clenched around him as each thrust stoked a fire deep inside me.

But it wasn't enough.

After before, it wasn't enough. I knew he was more. And I was crazy, I knew it. I wanted more of him. All of him. I wanted every single inch of his predatory, black, animalistic soul.

I wanted it to invade mine, so I could understand him. Breathe him. Feel him. Know him. I wanted to know the Hunter he was now instead of remember him as the Hunter he was, and the only way to do that was to taunt him into losing control.

I tilted my head back and to the side, trying to ignore the pleasure that shuddered down my spine. “You're still playing,” I whispered, my mouth at his ear. “I'm not china, Hunter. I won't break if you fuck me hard.”

He chuckled darkly. “Bella,” he rumbled in my ear. “My hard would break you.”

“Try me.”

“You're playing with fire, Adriana.”

“I like the burn.”

Another low laugh. He pulled me up so I was sitting on him and his cock was buried deep inside me. He tugged my head back, gripping tighter on my hair. “I'll do more than burn you.” He lifted me, only to drop me back down on him.

I cried out as the first real wave of orgasm flooded over me.

“I will fucking ruin you, Adriana. You don't want me to lose control, Principessa. Trust me.” He slammed me back down onto my back and kissed me before I could respond. He