Unbroken 2

Five

Skye

I could tell when Hunter had enough. It was so abrupt. I was still standing by Jesse, talking to him idly as we continued to watch the pub descend into carnal chaos. A lot of touching going on and people disappearing in pairs or even groups. A lot of people were going to get laid tonight, and good for them.

Hunter’s group was chatting animatedly about something, but he had been quiet for a little while, his eyes pinned on me. Abruptly, he stood up and walked away. He didn’t even excuse himself either. Just stared at me in that longing sort of way and left them.

“Good night, Skye,” Jesse said, amused. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

He left my side and, like he said, he didn’t glance once in a woman’s direction. He walked right out of the pub, and now my sole attention was drawn to Hunter as he abruptly took me by the hand and led me out of there without a single word uttered.

He wasn’t drunk, but he had that glassy-eyed look about him. I could tell he was itching for a smoke because he kept patting his pocket where the carton was. But he didn’t step outside. He took me through to the shop and then to the backroom. His grip was firm, possessive. He didn’t speak a word as he took me into the surveillance room and then up the stairs. The lounge rooms were vacant, except there was a white cat I’d never seen before perched on the arm of one of the couches.

I stroked its fur lightly as we walked past the room and down the hallway. We got to his door, and he swung it open, pulling me into the darkness. The door was closed for hardly a second before he started to unclothe. He threw his jacket down and then peeled out of his tight shirt, those glassy eyes peering heavily at me.

He said nothing, but his expression said it all.

He wanted me.

Now.

I stepped back, swallowing hard as he worked his jeans, and then suddenly I was doing the same thing. Feeling jittery, I slipped my pants off, and then my sweater, and before I could even work on my bra, he was at me, chest pressed against mine, head bent down. He swiped his lips against mine, and there was nothing soft about his touch as he wrapped his arm around me, his hand buried in my hair, scrunching it as he devoured me.

He always kissed me like it was his first time. His breath always hitched, his eager hands shaking around me as though he was excited and nervous as me. We fell into bed and his mouth was everywhere, sucking my neck to the point it stung. His hand worked my bra clumsily (he wasn’t used to this, hadn’t perfected the art of fucking because I was the only one he’d ever touched, andwowowowow, that did things to me).

He was too eager to savour this. I could tell he wanted to kiss me everywhere. His mouth went down to my underwear, and he buried his mouth at my core, inhaling my scent, lapping at the taste of me. I let out a surprised sound, my thighs closing around his head as he stroked that sweet spot that made my toes curl. He slid my underwear off, his hands sliding up and down my legs. His entire body quaked over me, his groan sounding pained as he stroked his tongue between the folds of my sex—fuck yes—and then stopped abruptly. Another groan rumbled out of him; his exhales were ragged, his body shaking.

“I can’t…” he grumbled out, sounding conflicted. “I want to take my time, Skye, but…”

No, no, he wouldn’t be taking his time, he wanted to say. His passion outweighed his desire to explore. He needed me. He needed mebadly.

Hunter was back over me a second later, back to kissing me in that ruthless way, and then he was pulling back, teeth chattering as he peered at me in the dark and asked with bated breath, “Can I fuck you, Skye?”

There was so much trepidation behind his request. As if I might say no to this hulk of a man. As if at any moment I might pull away and reject him. My heart pounded through my chest. I ran my hand across his face, tracing his soft lips, absolutely mesmerized by him—astounded as well at the power he gave to me, a power that would halt a man three times my size if I simply said no.

“Yes,” I answered him, spreading my legs wide for him. “I’m yours, Hunt.”

He suddenly wrapped his large hand around my throat, silencing me. His face drew closer, his nose bumping mine as he whispered, “I have so many wicked thoughts, Skye. I think about things I want to do to you. How I want to squeeze your fucking throat while I fuck you, make you lose your breath like you lose your body with me.”

The light went out from his eyes as he stared deeply at me. I stared into him, seeing his darkness, and I—I couldn’t help but want to dive into it. His lips flinched up, like he could read my thoughts, or maybe it was the surrender in my face as I peered at him with absolute want.

“After we’re done,” he whispered then, his voice taking on an edge that made my heart beat faster, “you’re not going to want to leave. You’re never going to stop wanting me, Skye. I’m going to make sure of it. I’m going to have you—all of you, I swear it.”

Before I could question him, he kissed me harshly, his hand squeezing at my throat. Our tongues collided, and the want that was felt between us was fucking electric.

“Hunt,” I whimpered into his mouth, “Hunt, I want you so bad—”

He slid into me straightaway, cutting my words short with a surprised gasp. My core pulsed like a shockwave, and he paused then, watching my face carefully as I felt pain and then…God, then I felt so full, I could hardly take it.

“Yeah,” he whispered to me then, kissing me again, repeating with satisfaction, “Yeah.”

Then his hands were all around me; squeezing at my hips, clenching my hair to the point of pain; pounding into me like he wanted to go deeper with every thrust, like he had to know how much of him he could fit inside me.

Fuck, he was just so big.

He stared into my eyes, watching me with a dark grin as I bit my lip, struggling beneath him. I winced, spreading myself wider for him, unable to resist the pain and pleasure his strokes delivered.

“It hurts,” I whispered, gripping his hips tightly.