Wicked Truths (Hunt Legacy Duology 2)

I try to stop the tiny sob escaping, but it’s not a battle I can win. My emotions are in tatters. My shoulders jerk uncontrollably under the strain of it all, the tears just pouring right out of me. I cover my face, ashamed for letting myself fall apart, but they’re quickly removed with force, preventing me from evading his probing eyes.

‘I love you,’ I say, almost apologetically. He doesn’t say anything, just smiles and gently takes my arms, pushing them down to the bed, lightly holding them above my head. He seems to have gathered himself, while I’ve taken over in the wild department, unable to get a hold of my fraying emotions.

‘Shhhh,’ he whispers softly, resting his lips on my forehead, calming me down. ‘Just breathe, baby. Deep breaths.’

Following his soft order, I drink in as much air as my lungs can sustain, fighting to get my sobbing under control. It doesn’t escape my notice that he’s also sucking in air, fulfilling his own order. His lips are held firmly to my forehead while he waits for both of us to settle, and when that time eventually arrives, he rests his forehead on mine.

And I finally have his eyes. They’re dark, swimming with as many emotions as I’m feeling myself – fear, doubt, wonder. ‘I know it’s too late, Eleanor,’ he whispers, breathing in my face as he shifts his hips. My legs spread and relax, inviting him to me. ‘What the hell have you done to me?’ He swivels and enters me on a meticulous, calculated plunge, and I whimper, my breaths jagged from my fraught state. Becker swallows hard and clenches his teeth but refuses to break our gaze. He doesn’t even blink. ‘Okay?’ he asks, threading his fingers with mine.

I nod, scared to speak for fear of sobbing on him. He mirrors my nod, accepting and satisfied, then brings his lips down to mine. The soft warmth of his mouth brushes gently over mine as he watches me, rearing back slowly and driving forward with equal care. ‘Open up to me,’ he murmurs against my mouth, kissing one corner. ‘Kiss me while I’m making love to you.’

I melt beneath him as he coaxes my mouth open with his tender pecks. We kiss passionately, our exploring tongues rolling and lapping deeply. My hips start to rotate, meeting his grinds, and the whole time our eyes remain locked, gazing at each other while our bodies create sensations like I’ve never experienced before, and our lips uphold the forever kiss. I’m tingling everywhere, relishing in the feel of our combined sweat making us slip together. The tempo is perfect, accentuating every stroke, his groin creating friction on the tip of my clit which is working me slowly and steadily towards release.

He moans, like he could be in pain, and separates our mouths, but never our eyes. Bursts of air are heating my face, his deep gasps loud. And then he takes a long breath and holds it, and I know he’s on his way. My stomach muscles are beginning to ache, but the intense waves of pleasure won’t allow me to give them a break. I’m on my way, too. His pace increases, his fingers tighten with mine, and he nods at me, his eyes widening. He’s close.

I pant, catching a deliciously deep plunge, flexing my hips to emphasise it. Every muscle tenses and he releases the stream of stored air that he’s been holding before gasping for some more and filling his lungs again. ‘I’m coming,’ I whisper in his face, and he pumps harder as a result, tossing me to the brink. It seizes me from every angle, taking hold of my body and bending it into a violent arch.

His palms are suddenly encasing my cheeks, holding my face. He’s staring at me so intensely. ‘I want to see,’ he pants. ‘I want to see the wonder on your face and see if it’s anywhere close to how I feel.’

I breathe up at him, my hands grappling at his back as stabs of pleasure attack me, my face contorting, my body tensing.

‘Yes, it’s that good.’ He thrusts one last, firm time and holds himself within me, throbbing dully, my internal walls squeezing him fiercely.

The waves of pleasure keep coming and coming, taking their time to pass over me, sending flurries of goose bumps all over my wet skin. I’m exhausted but bursting with energy. Scared but excited. The man looking down at me has sent my poor mind into a tailspin and my life spiralling into the unknown. My only consolation and comfort comes from the knowledge that I have had the exact same effect on him.

And like he’s read my thoughts, his lips twitch and his eyes sparkle. ‘Welcome home, baby.’ He kisses my cheek tenderly, and then collapses, swathing me in his body. His tongue meets my neck and licks away the sweat, and my chin rests on his shoulder, my arms surrounding him. His weight atop of me feels good. Sharp, heavy, protective, and good.