Page 45 of The Hunted

And if she did …

Don’t let her go.

His thoughts screamed loud enough to scare him.

“Careful,” he breathed.

Her chin quivered.

Speak, he wanted to demand. Tell me something—tell me why.

Instead, her hand laid flat to his stomach and she moved again. A little rock of her hips. Back, and forth, and then back again. Although this time, he thought her intent in doing so was quite clear, considering the way she shivered and the low moan that fell from her trembling lips. There was no hiding how she rubbed herself against him, those needy but raw sounds following each time she rocked her hips. She made him harder with how unashamed she was while she willingly showed him her lust.

Women were trained to think they should all seem demure and innocent. Eryx hated that and quite enjoyed breaking women of the notion that only pureness was attractive.

He liked a woman wild.

A woman like the one on top of him.

He would have leaned up.

Would have went to her.

She came down to him, instead,

Her hands still splayed to his chest.

Each breath came slow and measured.

Her nose grazed his; her closeness had him stilling even as she started a slow, circular motion that had her hips grinding against him. A heat shot up his spine when the slickness of her slit drove into his cock over and over again. Then, she switched that rhythm from circles to lines. Faster and faster until a groan pushed out of his lips that should have warned her what was about to come fast.

Him, that was.

All the while, the water pelted down faster and harder than ever. Drenching her hair into ringlets that plastered to golden skin. Dribbling in trails down the planes of features that had haunted his dreams for what felt like as long as he could remember.

There had been a him before the day in the water orchard.

And a him after that moment in time.

Everything that came before seemed irrelevant for more reasons than he cared to name. He’d stopped caring about the life he had before, to fulfill the need for vengeance. Even if it meant his own eventual end.

So, yes, he stared up at a face he felt he couldn’t ever forget when it was permanently burned into the back of his mind. Except in those moments, he didn’t stare at it with only hatred, but in awe and lust.

The trails of rain on her face caught the smears of her blood, slipping over smudges and taking the purple to his redder life source streaked on her chin from her own hand. It fell from her face to his, their taste hitting his tongue with a hint of the rain it mixed with.

Finally, he found that taste he’d thought he wouldn’t ever be able to find again. It was them. Their blood mixed, and it tasted of the Paradise where every God his father promised was real—if only he’d believe—lived.

He couldn’t get enough.

Of her in his mouth.

Of her body taking from his.

All those sounds fell from her lips as she started pushing her cunt harder into him. With every flex of her hips, she had him ready to blow. Eryx’s head fell back as the heat in his cock curled into his stomach, sending his back arching up from the ground as her hands found his throat. She squeezed, riding him while he came from nothing more than her pussy rubbing against his dick. His seed spilled hot and thick to his wet stomach.

“Yes, fuck.”

His words came out strained and clipped, thick with his pleasure but short all the same. Still close enough to him that all he could see was her face, he closed the distance between them. While the sparks of pleasure still had spurts of hot cum spilling from his cock, he really got a taste of her when their mouths slammed together.