Snaring the Huntress - Sylvia Day Page 0,5

of his cock, and then rolled his hips, screwing back inside.

Her plaintive moan was all the answer she could manage.

His skin grew hot to the touch, his muscles trembling beneath her hands. He was holding back for her. Again. “Go ahead, Roarke.” Star licked the shell of his ear, then bit the lobe. His c**k jerked. “Take what you need.”

“Star…”

“I want it,” she whispered.

As if her words freed him from invisible restraints, his entire body hardened, then like a coil held too tightly, he sprang into action. He withdrew his c**k and then slammed his hips to hers, the wall behind her protesting with a creak. Again he slipped out, again he thrust, his rhythm increasing with every lunge until he was pounding into her, giving her the long, deep plunges she’d begged for in their dreams.

Pinned as she was, she could only take what he gave her. She struggled for leverage, for control, but found none. Roark bit her shoulder and then growled, “Want to come?”

“Yes! Damn you.”

He ground his pelvis against her clit and watched her orgasm, his gaze so hot it burned her skin. She rippled around him, milking him, clenching tight to hold him deep. She curled her body around his while he cried out and spurted his pleasure inside her. The feel of his power reduced to such desperation was amazing. That he’d wanted to share this only with her was more so.

As he finished, he held her tightly, but his grip was tempered with unmistakable tenderness. Her body was dense with muscle and unbreakable bones, but Roark made her feel cherished and delicate. Far beyond the sex, this heated after-embrace was achingly intimate—his sweat mixed with hers, his tongue licking at the bite mark, her hands tangled in his hair.

She could never terminate him.

So now…what to do with him?

“If we—” She cleared her dry throat. “If I agree that we stay here f**king for a week, do I have to hang off the wall the whole time? What happens when I have to pee?”

Laughing, Roark drew his head back and kissed the tip of her nose. “That’s something I didn’t know about you, your sense of humor. I like it.” He stepped back, his heavy c**k slipping wetly from her. Star pouted at the loss, and he groaned, but there was no help for it. She’d never retract her spines if he didn’t let her calm down a bit.

“Lights,” he called out, and she blinked to see him in the new brightness.

“Oh jeez.” She swiped her fingers over her mouth to check for drool. In full color, he took her breath away. Inky black tresses set off eyes the color of sapphires—a deep, dark translucent blue.

Then she registered how those eyes looked at her, and she swallowed hard.

He walked a slow semi-circle, his body moving with a fluid, powerful grace. Every muscle was clearly delineated, bunching and flexing as he strode with quiet command and made his thorough perusal. He reached out, his fingers brushing the sides of her br**sts, tickling her waist, dipping between her legs where his seed leaked from her. “You are so lovely,”

he breathed. The smile he gave her was wistful. “Thank you for this week, Star. It’ll be worth it.” He brushed his lips across hers. “Remember that.”

…when I’m gone.

The words were unspoken, but she heard them just the same.

Consumed by a sudden sadness, her spines retracted, and she slid easily to the floor.

A week.

She lowered her head. Only a week to find a way out of this mess without killing Roark or ruining her career. Star hoped that would be enough time.

CHAPTER 3

“Did you pick this place because of that harness?” Star asked, lying flat on her back and staring up at the apparatus above the bed.

“Yes. A guy has to be creative when f**king a woman who gets prickly when aroused.”

His smile curved against her shoulder. Roark had the oddest way of sleeping. He wrapped himself around her with their limbs tangled together. At the moment, his hand cupped her breast and his leg was slung over hers. After years of serving on the bench, a position which required frequent travel and killed any chance for a relationship, it was an intimacy that soothed her loneliness.

“Also it was the best way to get the ‘drop on you.’”

“You know,” she grumbled, “that tactic wouldn’t have worked if I’d had any sleep the week before.”

“You haven’t had any sleep this week either,” he said smugly. “Partly because of that