Claiming Beauty (Taking Beauty Trilogy 2)

“I want you to come again.”

My eyes flickered open, and I gazed into his fierce, carnal stare. His lids were only half-open themselves, but I could see the deep need within that lustful pair of pupils…

I nodded. “Just… keep doing what you’re…”

He adjusted me against his hips, changing the angle slightly. I slid just an inch down the wall, but the way he was penetrating me now rubbed just right against my inner folds…

I gasped out my satisfaction, struggling for syllables. “Oh god, that’s even better…”

His grunted chuckle was lost against my lips as his kiss came down hard. My fingers dug into his back; my body remained pinned against his and open for him, ready for him, parted for his singular use.

Whatever he wanted…

Whatever he needed…

Hunter’s thick, rock-hard erection was driving me closer to another staggering precipice. I knew it wouldn’t be much longer…

His motions grew more frantic with each passing second. He was crushing me with wild abandon now, filling and fulfilling me… and it turned me on so hard to know that it was me doing this, me bringing this beautiful man to the brink of ecstasy…

I rocked my hips to meet him – eager to roll my pelvis against his own, and desperate to bring him to the edge beside me.

“Oh fuck, Sarah! Fuck – just – FUCK!”

He stiffened up completely, his cock thrusting in as deep into my wet chasm as it could possibly tread. Luckily, I was already descending into an orgasm, and his last push threw me over the edge…

As our bodies seized up together, I felt a successive wave of multiple orgasms strike down every last ounce of cognizant thought that I could muster.

My mind went blank with pleasure.

Emptied of thought, emptied of self, I was merely a strained, tightened ball of pleasure, wrapped around the body of this amazing man. The sensations I felt assaulted me from deep inside as I felt his hot seed pump into my body.

As I felt my tightened muscles uncoiling, releasing their grip on his flesh, I rode out the last few orgasms while he panted in exhaustion. It must have been six, maybe seven in a row…

Hunter gradually slid me to my feet on the floor. Gasping, groaning, and clutching his head with a single hand, I could see how his chest heaved.

He was completely spent.

“Did we… did we just come together?” He groaned, one eye closed as he watched me. “I think we did…”

Fighting my clumsy legs, I strolled over to him and placed my palms against his hard chest. He was slick with a thin layer of sweat, and I wanted to lick every salty drop of it off of him.

“Do you see why I can’t give you up? Even if you try, you can’t make me pass on this… I need you too much… And you need me.”

Hunter nodded, pulling me into a deep embrace. I could feel his racing heart beneath his skin and bones, pumping against my cheek, and it only reminded me of how fast my own was beating…

We wound up together on the sofa. It was always so easy to curl up with him. My body fit the contours of his so easily, and his skin was like a furnace – putting out enough warmth to soothe me with something as simple as a cuddle.

My head had stopped pounding, and I was looking at the world with renewed eyes… renewed vision.

That meant him as well… and these silly ideas of leaving me behind.

“Hunter,” I told him, guiding his face to regard my own. “If you’re going to do this – if you’re going to join this world… I’m coming too.”

“Sarah…”

“No, don’t. Don’t tell me that I’m naïve, or that I don’t know what I’m getting myself into.” I nestled a little closer to him. “Look into my eyes… I know what I’m doing.”

He turned slightly, our eyes separated by a couple of inches and nothing else. He regarded me calmly, and then resigned himself.

Hunter knew that I was right.

“Okay,” he finally answered.

I felt the warmth of Hunter’s chest against mine, and comforted myself in the rhythmic rising and falling of his lungs. Nestling closer to him, I nuzzled my face into his neck, preparing to nip his skin and slip into sleep…

Something felt wrong.

My eyes flashed completely open.

Wait. I twisted my neck, gazing around at the room. Panic began to seize at my chest.

Oh fuck. We fell asleep!

What time is it?

I extracted myself up from Hunter’s slumbering body. He shifted slightly in his sleep, turning inward to the sofa as I fumbled around in the semi-darkness, whipping on my panties, jeans, and what was left of my shirt. Quietly but quickly, I crept over to the blackout curtains on the other side of the small, private room…

Ripping open the drapes, I gazed upon the clear sign of my own damnation. My strength left me as I dropped down to my knees in defeat. The bright sun filtered in, casting its infernal glow across the entire room.

“Mmf…” Hunter groaned, moving to cover his face in the sofa’s seam. He lazily called out to me: “Hey… Sarah, can you… turn out the light?”

“The light’s not on,” I groaned.

There was a pause.

Suddenly, there came the sounds of quick and panicked rustling. I felt the warmth of Hunter’s form as he stopped behind me, rubbing sleep from his eyes with a terrified look on his face.

“What fucking time is it?”

“I don’t know,” I moaned, scrambling around the floor for my phone near the sofa. It must have fallen out of my jeans pocket duri

ng the festivities the night before.

“Maybe your father hasn’t noticed that you’re gone,” Hunter spoke optimistically, taking a quick look at the window.

Before I could retort, there was a sound of commotion from deeper into the strip club. Apparently, there were still some people from the night before…

My spirits crashed further down when I heard the distant shout… “Police!”

Hunter groaned, covering his face with his hand. “I guess that was a tad optimistic, now that I think about it..."

All of a sudden, another noise joined the fray… Louder… Vicious… Deadly.

BANG!

I turned to hunter feeling as pale as a ghost.

“Was that a gunshot?”

“No,” Hunter replied as I listened to the hissing sound on the other side of the door. “That was pepper spray.”

Chapter 34

Hunter rushed across the room, his posture completely changed.

“Babe, we’ve gotta go.”

As Hunter threw his jeans on, I finally put my hands on my phone. A million missed calls, of course, and all of them from my father. I glanced back up and could see coils of smoke drawing into the room from outside the door. My eyes had already started to water.

“What are we going to do?” I said with panic in my voice.

Another muffled call came from down the hall somewhere. “Police! Drop the guns!” That one sounded familiar enough to strike terror down my spine…

“It’s war,” Hunter hissed. “Your father is coming for you and it sounds like he brought half the police in the damn city. The problem is this club isn’t going down without a proper fight…”

“The club?” I asked, confused. “Are you talking about the strip club, or your motorcycle club?”

Hunter didn’t skip a beat as he threw his shirt on, straightening a quick crick in his neck. “Yeah, Sarah, at this point I don’t think that there’s really a difference…”

The commotion had slowed in its progress, but it was still conspicuously advancing down the hallway towards us… And it had intensified. The sounds of actual gunfire were now filling the club as Hunter ran to the window, fiddling at the latches.