Page 56 of Chased

His hand slid across her shoulder and around to tangle in her hair. He made a fist, tightening his grip in a way that was exciting and not-quite-painful. He kissed her like he liked holding her pretend-captive, but he didn’t want to hurt her.

It was incredibly hot.

He pushed her down on the bed and lavished attention on her breasts, licking and sucking and stroking, everything deliberate and intense until she felt like she was on the verge of an explosion.

She spread her thighs apart, wanting him to touch her like he had before, not knowing how to ask.

He gave a little snarl, and then pushed them apart farther and dove his head between her legs.

Madison almost screamed at the sensation. He lapped at her pussy, growling and snarling and devouring her. It wasn’t the first time a guy had eaten her, but it had never been anything like this. Not like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted, and he couldn’t get enough.

All she could do was hold on.

Her climax came over her in a roaring wave, making her cry out for real, gasping and moaning and losing track of where she was.

It was so intense she wanted it to stop and she wanted it to never end, and he didn’t let up, holding her through the peak and the ebb and then bringing her back almost to the peak again.

But she wanted even more. She was begging for more.

Sanchez kissed her hipbone and then pulled her up, turning her to face the headboard, so her back was to him. He moved up behind her and she could feel his huge swollen cock against her backside—and she froze.

This was how the foxes did it, on the Hunt. Violent and painful and—

She realized Sanchez had stopped moving. He kissed the back of her neck softly, arms wrapped around her.

“What is it?” His voice was rough, but somehow gentle.

She didn’t know how to explain. “The foxes. The Hunt.”

She heard him growl—an angry growl. Angry at her?

But he said, “Sick fuckers.” He kissed her neck again, his hands stroking her skin until she began to relax. Hands gentle, lips gentle.

He wasn’t mad that she’d frozen.

He murmured in her ear, “I’m going to make you forget the fucking foxes.” He kissed her again. “Let me make you forget everything but this. You and me. Yeah?”

She wanted that. She wanted it so much.

She nodded.

His hand moved across her stomach, down to her clit. He stroked it again, and she quivered.

He said, “If you want me to stop—any time—you say ‘rabbit.’ That’s your safe word. Okay?”

“Okay,” she whispered.

He began caressing her again, slow at first, letting the feeling build, murmuring in her ear.

“You’re so beautiful. So fucking brave. You wouldn’t even believe how much I want you.”

She relaxed into him, taking fire again, safe and protected. When she was gasping and moaning, he shifted her so that the tip of his cock was at her entrance. “I want to fuck you so bad,” he murmured. “You okay?”

She nodded. “Okay.” It was a breathless whisper.

He moved again, sliding himself slowly inside her, filling her up all the way to her core. She gave a little whimper.

“Okay?” he said again.