Page 157 of Hunted

Thankfully, he doesn’t press me.

He simply straightens, then begins to undress too without releasing me from his fierce stare.

Piece by piece, until he’s bare.

A towering column of jaw-dropping, Gods-like masculinity – marked, scarred, beautiful and dangerous.

Seeing his cock for the second time doesn’t stop the belly-hollowing, heart sprinting, blood-rushing-everywhere majesty of him. And yeah, I’m totally applauding myself for having had the courage to take that thing in my hand, in my mouth, before.

But tasting him and writhing on top of it is one thing. Taking it inside me?

I swallow, hoping to blunt my nerves by looking away from it. But my gaze only meets the disgustingly perfect face that belongs to that dick.

And he’s watching me with a feral seriousness, with only a hint of amusement. ‘That heart is beating way too fast, little hunter.’

I swallow and attempt a shrug. ‘I’m sure you’ll find a compliment in there if you look hard enough.’

‘Hmm, but your inability to suddenly control your heart rate risks pushing me to the edge of my control. Is that what you desire, bella?’

Yes. No. Gods, I don’t know.

And indecision drives me to fidget, another fucking first. I’m almost thankful it draws his attention from my face, which he reads far too well for my liking, to my throat, my shamefully peaked nipples. The shadow beneath the strip of hair guarding my pussy.

He licks his lips again and his cock jumps he prowls onto the bed.

When he settles between my thighs I tense despite myself, nerves flaring.

He kisses me again – deep, slow, anchoring – and slides his hand down between us, touching me with skill that makes my body arch off the bed, a soft gasp spilling into his mouth.

Somehow my arms are pinned above my head before I clock his intent and the smooth edges of his fangs tease over my collarbone, the rise of one breast, then the other, all without breaking skin.

He looks enraptured when he rolls the tip of his tongue over one nipple.

I cry out as the sight and sensation of those glistening fangs and roving tongue on my body sends me wild and wet. I squirm beneath him as he takes his time to torture one peak. The other. Back and forth.

‘When you’ve learned to take me in all ways, I will take pleasure in biting you right… here…’ He licks the underside of my breast with a thick groan and I squirm harder when his cock thickens even more against my thigh.

‘Valentin.’

He releases my hands and travels lower, circling my belly button with his tongue as he parts my thighs. He takes a bold, brazenly hungry sniff of my pussy. ‘Gods, you smell like the very sweetest, blood-touched madness.’

My hips seem to surge towards his mouth of their own accord, and Valentin doesn’t hesitate.

He buries his mouth between my thighs, parting me with broad strokes of his tongue, lapping up my shameless wetness so ravenously, I hear the gulps of his swallows. And okay, yeah, I blush to the roots of my hair because this is wild in a way that stuns me. Wilder even that I want to give him more, so when I roll my hips and he grunts his approval, I deepen the movement, writhing his mouth, gasping and shuddering when he licks me deeper.

‘That’s it, cacciatrice, give me more of your nectar.’

He pulls back a fraction to toy with my clit, igniting indescribable pleasure that gives him exactly what he wants. I lose sense of time as Valentin spins me through cycles of cliff-edge pleasure, only to draw back and start all over again. Drinking me down with guttural, ravenous pleasure of his own that would seem almost indecent if I wasn’t enjoying every second of it.

And when his large hands cup my breasts, when he catches my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and he squeezes while he laps at my clit, I know there’s no stepping back from the edge this time.

A scream rips from my throat as stars explode across my vision. My thighs close around his head and I lock them in place as pleasure explodes through me.

The giant vampire between my legs doesn’t need to breathe and I want, want, want, more of this.

‘Please!’

He drags out endless minutes of climax until I’m as weak as cheap noodles.