<b>Chapter </b><b>77 </b>
-HUNTER’S POV-
Her hands fumbled with the buttons of my shirt, her fingers shaking with need. I helped her, desperate to feel her skin against mine.
When the fabric fell away, she pressed her palms t against my chest, her touch burning like fire.
“You’re trembling,” I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
“I’m scared,” she admitted, her eyes searching mine in the dim light filtering under the door. “Not of you. <i>Of </i>this. Of how much I want you.”
I kissed her forehead tenderly, then her cheeks, tasting the salt of unshed tears. “Don’t be scared. I’ve got you<b>.” </b>
Her nightgown was thin cotton, and I could feel every curve of her body pressed against mine.
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My hands roamed her back, and her waist, relearning the soft contours I’d memorized that morning but had been ach
uch again.
“Hunter,” she breathed, her voice breaking on my name. “I’ve never felt like this before. Like I might die if you stop touching me.”
The raw honesty in her voice nearly undid me. I captured her lips again, pouring all my hunger and desperation into the kiss..
She responded with equal fervor, her tongue dancing with mine, her soft moans vibrating against my mouth.
Time seemed suspended as we lost ourselves in each other.
Her hands explored the nes of my chest, her touch tentative at first, then bolder as she felt my sharp intake of breath.
When her fingers found the sensitive spot just below my corbone, I groaned low in my throat.
“You like that,” she said with wonder, as if she couldn’t believe she had this effect on me.
“I like everything you do to me,” I confessed, my voice rough with desire. “Every touch, every sound you make. You’re driving me insane.”
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I lifted her higher against the door, and she gasped, her legs tightening around my waist. The movement brought us closer together, and we both
shuddered at the contact.
“We shouldn’t,” she whispered, even as her body moved against mine in a rhythm as old as time.
“I know,” I said, pressing my forehead against hers. “But I can’t stop. I’ve tried all day to forget this morning, to forget how perfect you felt in my arms.” <fn36c9> ??? ????? ???????s ??? ?????s??? ?? find?novel</fn36c9>
Her eyes fluttered closed, her breathing in short pants. “I tried too. But every time I closed my eyes, I could feel your hands on me. Could taste you on my lips.”
The confession sent heat spiraling through me. I kissed her neck, finding the spot that made her arch against me, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
“Tell me what you want,” I murmured against her skin. “Tell me how to make you feel good.”
“<b>I </b>want…” she started, then stopped, her cheeks flushing darker.
“<b>Tell </b><b>me</b>,” I encouraged, nipping gently at her earlobe. “Don’t be shy with me.”
“I want to feet alive, she whispered. “For just a little while, I want to forget about everything else and just feel.”
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sk at her, seeing the vulnerability in her eyes, and the trust she was cing in me. It humbled me <b>in </b><b>a </b><b>way </b><b>I’d </b><b>never </b><b>experienced </b><b>before </b>
care of you<b>,</b>” <b>I </b>said softly. <b>“</b><b>Let </b><b>me </b>make <b>you </b><b>forget </b>everything but this <b>moment</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
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She nodded, her eyes bright with unshed tears and desire. “Yes,” she breathed. “Please.”
I kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the sweetness of her lips, the way she melted against me.
My hands roamed over her body, mapping every curve and dip.
Her dress crowded at her waist, and I slid my hands beneath it, my fingers tracing thece of her underwear before slipping beneath the stic to find her wet and active.
She moaned into my mouth, her hips pressing against my hand as I began to move my fingers in slow<i>, </i>purposeful strokes.
“You’re so wet,” I murmured against her lips, my voice thick with desire. “So ready for me.”
“Yes,” she breathed, her head falling back as I kissed her neck, her corbone, the swell of her breasts.
“Please… I need you.”
I did not wait for her to say more. With a quick move, I unbuckled my belt, my pants falling to the floor as I pro
She wrapped her legs tighter around my waist, her heels digging into my ass as I positioned myself at her oper
“I am so hard?” I asked, my voice hoarse with need. “Are you sure love? We can stop if you want.”
back against the door.
She shook her head, her eyes locked on mine. “I’m sure,” she whispered, her hands tangling in my hair. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
With that, I thrust into her, slow and steady, savoring the way she tightened around me, the way her body seemed to wee mine as if we were made
to fit together.
She cried out, her head falling back against the door as I began to move, my hips snapping forward in a rhythm that had us both gasping for breath.
The room was filled with the sounds of our lovemaking–the creak of the door, the p of skin against skin, the ragged breaths we both struggled to
catch.
I kissed her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, my mouth leaving a trail of wet heat across her skin as I fucked her with desperation.
“Harder,<i>” </i>she demanded, her voice sharp with need. “Please, harder.”
I didn’t need to be told twice.
I gripped her hips tighter, my thrusts bing more urgent, more demanding.
The door clinked against the frame, the other staff surely able to hear the sounds of our lovemaking, but I didn’t care.
All I could think about was her, the way she felt around me, the way she clung to me as if I were the only thing keeping her grounded.
“You feel so good,” I groaned, my voice rough with need. “So fucking good.”
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, her nails digging into my back. “Please, don’t stop.”
I wouldn’t have stopped if my life depended on it.
Every thrust brought us closer to the edge, the tension building until it was <b>almost </b>unbearable.
<b>Her </b>walls clenched around me, her body shaking as she cried out, her orgasm ripping through her <b>with </b><b>a </b>ferocity <b>that </b><b>left her </b><b>breathless</b><b>. </b>
I followed soon after, my release crashing over me like <b>a </b>wave, my body shaking <b>as </b>I spilled <b>into </b><b>her</b><b>, </b><b>my </b>name <b>on her </b><b>lips </b><b>like </b>a <b>blessing</b>.
ament, <b>we </b><b>stayed </b><b>like </b><b>that</b><b>, </b><b>pressed </b>against <b>the </b><b>door</b><b>, </b><b>our </b><b>hearts </b>pounding <b>in </b><b>unison</b><b>, </b><b>our </b><b>breaths </b><b>slowly </b><b>returning </b><b>to </b><b>normal</b>,
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Trested my forehead against hers, my hands still gripping her hips as if afraid she might disappear if I let go.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” she whispered, her voiceced with a mixture of regret and satisfaction.
I smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Maybe not,” I admitted. “But I’m d we did.”
She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “Me too,” she murmured, her eyes shining with a warmth that made my chest ache.
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