Page 105 of Only the Hunter

We fit together again smoothly, like we’ve been doing this forever.

She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper.

“This. We held off too long,” I say between thrusts. “Should’ve done this years ago.”

I pull back, lifting her legs, resting both calves against my shoulders.

“This continues.” I grip myself and slide it between her folds, lifting my gaze to meet hers. “You don’t block me out.”

“I won’t⁠—”

I press into her in one hard thrust.

She tilts her head back, gasping.

“Promise me.”

“I promise⁠—”

I thrust my hips and rock into her.

“Say my name.”

“Gabe—”

“Again.”

“Gabe—”

I shift the angle, hitting deeper, and she cries out.

“That’s it,” I murmur. “Use that voice.”

Her nails dig into my arms, and I know she’s close again.

But just to be sure, I help her along, circling her nub, applying pressure just the way she likes it.

“That’s it. Let go. Come for me, Evie.”

She does—clenching around me so tight I nearly lose it.

But I hold on. Just barely.

I pull out, earning a whimper of protest.

“Roll to your side,” I say.

She blinks up at me, dazed.

“Now, Evie.”

She rolls to her side, and I lie behind her. She understands, raising her leg.

She’s so wet that I take her again with ease, sliding right back home.

The angle is different—she’s closer. Lying like this, I can teaser her nipples, and her center.

“Mine,” I say again. “Say it.”