retrieved the strawberry and held it to her lips. “You need to eat too.”
She licked his fingers instead of the fruit. “Only if you share it with me.”
A sound rumbled up from his chest. Not quite a growl, but a warning. His gaze never left her face as he sank his teeth into the fruit and then offered it to her again.
The berry was succulent enough to drip when she bit into it, and she laughed as he swooped in to lick the juice from her chin. She had the chance now to touch him, to do more than submit to his hunger and iron will.
When night fell, of course, his appetite would rise once more. In spite of her aching muscles, desire twisted in Ophelia’s belly again. “Hunter?”
“Mmm?” He licked at her fingers, drew one between his lips and teased it with his teeth.
She almost swallowed the question that rose. Almost. “What was your name? Before?”
He froze. Eased her finger away and studied her, wary and hesitant. Time spooled out, a week between every slow breath before he licked his lips. “Matthew.”
She turned the name over in her mind, almost let it roll over her tongue. But he was watching her so cautiously that she smiled instead. “It suits you. But so does Hunter.”
“I’m Hunter now.” The words held unmistakable finality.
“Yes,” she agreed, stroking her fingers through his hair. “Yes, you are.”
“Would you rather have Matthew?”
The way he asked, insecure and rough, had her shaking her head before he finished. “I’d rather have you , just like this.”
Hunter watched her as he lifted another strawberry and offered it to her in silence. The wild roughness didn’t fade. If anything, his tension mounted as he waited for her to accept his offer.
She took the fruit in one bite, then closed her eyes and nestled her face in the crook of his shoulder. He’d curled around her while she slept, and now it was her turn to wrap him in her arms and make him feel safe.
Needed.
Slowly, hesitantly, his arms came around her. When she didn’t resist they tightened, pulling her more fully into his lap. He was aroused even now, and grew harder as he settled her tight to his body, though he seemed more concerned with peppering slow, lazy kisses over her neck and shoulder than he did with the state of his erection.
She tipped the serving tray as she shifted on his lap, trying to angle her hips over his. When the head of his cock prodded against her, she drew in a breath and bit his ear. “Yes?”
He responded with a hand at her hip, dragging her down, and Ophelia bit him harder as he drove deep inside her. It was nothing less than possession, and she dropped her face to his shoulder as she shivered through those first breathtaking moments.
“You take me.” He mumbled the words against the top of her head as his fingers moved restlessly up and down her back, touching and stroking, soothing even as they sought to excite. “So willing. Perfect.”
“Because you feel so good.” Her voice sounded dreamy to her own ears, vague and drunk with pleasure.
Hunter spread his fingers wide just beneath her shoulder blades and made an approving noise. “Lean back. I have you.”
Of course he did. Ophelia fell against his hand, let him lean her back. “You have me.”
The muscles in his arms and shoulders flexed as he held her suspended, her back arched. Even a strong man would have grown tired quickly, but he was a bloodhound with endless energy to burn, and he rocked into her just like that.
Ecstasy shivered up her spine with every easy thrust, and she struggled to keep her eyes open and locked on his.
“You’ll let me do anything.” He lowered her to the mattress finally, settled her gently before stroking his fingers over her shoulders to tease her breasts, as if he had all the time in the world.
It was then that she remembered they had only three days. Half that time had already slipped through her hands like water, and she closed her eyes as panic gripped her.
He hadn’t
She licked his fingers instead of the fruit. “Only if you share it with me.”
A sound rumbled up from his chest. Not quite a growl, but a warning. His gaze never left her face as he sank his teeth into the fruit and then offered it to her again.
The berry was succulent enough to drip when she bit into it, and she laughed as he swooped in to lick the juice from her chin. She had the chance now to touch him, to do more than submit to his hunger and iron will.
When night fell, of course, his appetite would rise once more. In spite of her aching muscles, desire twisted in Ophelia’s belly again. “Hunter?”
“Mmm?” He licked at her fingers, drew one between his lips and teased it with his teeth.
She almost swallowed the question that rose. Almost. “What was your name? Before?”
He froze. Eased her finger away and studied her, wary and hesitant. Time spooled out, a week between every slow breath before he licked his lips. “Matthew.”
She turned the name over in her mind, almost let it roll over her tongue. But he was watching her so cautiously that she smiled instead. “It suits you. But so does Hunter.”
“I’m Hunter now.” The words held unmistakable finality.
“Yes,” she agreed, stroking her fingers through his hair. “Yes, you are.”
“Would you rather have Matthew?”
The way he asked, insecure and rough, had her shaking her head before he finished. “I’d rather have you , just like this.”
Hunter watched her as he lifted another strawberry and offered it to her in silence. The wild roughness didn’t fade. If anything, his tension mounted as he waited for her to accept his offer.
She took the fruit in one bite, then closed her eyes and nestled her face in the crook of his shoulder. He’d curled around her while she slept, and now it was her turn to wrap him in her arms and make him feel safe.
Needed.
Slowly, hesitantly, his arms came around her. When she didn’t resist they tightened, pulling her more fully into his lap. He was aroused even now, and grew harder as he settled her tight to his body, though he seemed more concerned with peppering slow, lazy kisses over her neck and shoulder than he did with the state of his erection.
She tipped the serving tray as she shifted on his lap, trying to angle her hips over his. When the head of his cock prodded against her, she drew in a breath and bit his ear. “Yes?”
He responded with a hand at her hip, dragging her down, and Ophelia bit him harder as he drove deep inside her. It was nothing less than possession, and she dropped her face to his shoulder as she shivered through those first breathtaking moments.
“You take me.” He mumbled the words against the top of her head as his fingers moved restlessly up and down her back, touching and stroking, soothing even as they sought to excite. “So willing. Perfect.”
“Because you feel so good.” Her voice sounded dreamy to her own ears, vague and drunk with pleasure.
Hunter spread his fingers wide just beneath her shoulder blades and made an approving noise. “Lean back. I have you.”
Of course he did. Ophelia fell against his hand, let him lean her back. “You have me.”
The muscles in his arms and shoulders flexed as he held her suspended, her back arched. Even a strong man would have grown tired quickly, but he was a bloodhound with endless energy to burn, and he rocked into her just like that.
Ecstasy shivered up her spine with every easy thrust, and she struggled to keep her eyes open and locked on his.
“You’ll let me do anything.” He lowered her to the mattress finally, settled her gently before stroking his fingers over her shoulders to tease her breasts, as if he had all the time in the world.
It was then that she remembered they had only three days. Half that time had already slipped through her hands like water, and she closed her eyes as panic gripped her.
He hadn’t
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