But then he felt her bare flesh flush against his, and the conflict within him ebbed away instantly, like it never existed at all. He lay trapped beneath her tiny frame as she knelt down and captured his lips, kissing him urgently, nothing soft or gentle in her movements. Her hands pressed against his wide chest, her nails dug into his skin—
“What are you doing?” he rasped against her lips because she couldn’t want him now, not so soon after she’d been taken.
“I want to feel you,” she answered.
He ran his hands down her body, over her curves, her meaty ass and thighs. His thumb ran circles along her deep scars, ravaged along her outer thigh, and he made a mental note to lick them later.
“You’re sore,” he said as she rubbed her core along his now pulsing cock.
“So?” she returned.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
She paused, peering at him now with red cheeks and ravaged lips. “Don’t you?”
He stiffened as his heart picked up. In a rush, he admitted, “I do, Skye. I really fucking do.”
She took his hand and guided it to her breast, making him cup her. His eyes fell to those tits, and now his blood was pumping faster as his head felt light with the urge to slide himself inside her.
“Skye,” he gritted out, blood whooshing in his ears, body pumping with adrenaline.
She brushed her lips against his tense mouth. “Touch me, Hunt…”
And just like that, his willpower receded.
He flipped her over suddenly, laying over top of her now, his hair falling all over her face as he stared deeply into her. “Can I fuck you, Skye?” he asked tightly, body throbbing, heart thumping, cock about to explode.
She smiled in that shy way he fucking loved. “Yes, Hunt.”
In the next second he did just that. He slid himself inside her sore pussy, watching her eyes glaze back from pain, from pleasure. His teeth clenched, jaw tightened as he observed her for a moment, taking her in before he fucked her in that savage way he’d been craving for years to do.
God, she was tight.
God, she was wet.
God…this feltso fucking good, he began to shake.
“Hunt,” she whispered, fingers digging into his back. She was hurting. She might ask him to stop, and he would understand. He’d slid in too fast, too hard…Maybe he’d fucked this up before it started. But then she cried out, “Fuck, Hunt, can you keep moving?”
His body relaxed as his lips curved into a devilish smile. “Fuck yeah, Skye.”
*
The problem with Hunter was that he couldn’t stop wanting. His body craved minutes after he was detached from her. He ached in a way he didn’t know how to soothe.
It didn’t help she would stare at him like he was the only person she was seeing.
Fuck, he took her hard on that bed, sliding his monster cock in and out of her like a man possessed. He knew she deserved the gentleness of Leo’s touch, but fuck it, Hunter was inside her now and he did not play nice.
And she fucking loved it.
Skye took every harsh stroke and her body bent to him, wanting more.
More, fucking more, moremoremore.
He wanted to coat her skin with his come, wanted to see her laced in their desire. He wanted her to take his cock into her mouth as he exploded down her throat. He wanted to bend her over on that bed and pound into her like he might never get the chance to again—
So, he did.