Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
P almer
Hudson carries me through the door like he’s afraid I’ll vanish if he lets me go. Strong arms. Steady hands. A grip that tells me I’m safe. But it’s the look in his eyes that shatters something deep inside me. Possessive. Fierce. Unyielding. Like he’s already decided I belong to him.
Like I always have.
The door slams shut behind us, but I barely hear it. All I hear is the thunder of my pulse. All I feel is him. The thick heat radiating off his body. The quiet storm in his gaze as he lowers me to my feet. His hands don’t leave my waist. I don’t want them to. His jaw is tight, his breathing uneven.
“I was so scared,” I whisper. “I just want you.”
Something snaps. One second, he’s staring at me like he’s trying to memorize every inch of me. The next, his mouth is on mine.
Hudson kisses like he’s devouring me.
Like he’s been starving for this .
For me .
One hand fists in my hair, tilting my head back, deepening the kiss until I’m gasping, my nails digging into his shoulders. I whimper against his lips, and he groans, the sound vibrating down my spine.
"You sure about that, Treasure?" His voice is a rough rasp against my lips.
"Yes." No hesitation. No doubt. "I want you ."
A growl rumbles in his chest, and suddenly I’m weightless. He lifts me like I weigh nothing, striding toward the bedroom, his grip unrelenting. My arms wind around his neck, my heart pounding. When my back meets the mattress, Hudson looms over me, his gaze tracing every inch of my body.
“You’re mine,” he murmurs, dragging his hands down my sides, slow, reverent. “Every damn inch of you.”
I shiver as his rough palms skate over my thighs, pushing my dress up.
His mouth follows, warm lips trailing heat over my skin, up my stomach, between the valley of my breasts. By the time he reaches my lips again, I’m trembling. Needy. Desperate.
His forehead rests against mine, his breath warm.
“This ain’t just tonight,” he growls. “Ain’t just some one-time thing.”
I swallow hard, wrapping my legs around his hips. “I know.”
His hands frame my face, his thumb dragging over my bottom lip.
“I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else, Palmer.” His voice is a promise, a warning.
I smirk, even as my breath shakes. “Good.”
Then he claims me. It’s not rushed. It’s not frantic. It’s slow. Intentional. Every kiss, every touch, every movement is deliberate.
He takes his time peeling my clothes away, his mouth worshiping every new inch of skin he uncovers. By the time he’s got me bare beneath him, I’m burning from the inside out. Hudson leans back, his gaze dragging over me, dark and hungry.
"Perfect," he murmurs. "Every damn part of you."
I arch into him, my body screaming for more. But he doesn’t rush. He kisses his way down my body, pressing soft, lingering touches that make my skin prickle. When his mouth finds my hip, he bites. I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair.
“Hudson—”
"Shh, Treasure." His lips brush over the sting. "Told you I was gonna take my time with you."
I let out a strangled sound as his hands part my thighs. As he settles between them. As his mouth—" Oh God ?—"
I arch against the bed, my body shattering under his touch. He holds me down, his grip strong, his tongue relentless. By the time he drags himself back up my body, I’m wrecked. But he’s not done with me yet. His voice is hoarse as he presses his forehead against mine.
“You still want this?”
I barely manage a nod, my nails sinking into his back.
His lips brush my ear. "Say it."
"Yes," I whisper. " Yes. "
He groans, pressing a kiss to my jaw.
Then he finally gives me what I need.
We’re tangled together, my head resting on his chest, his fingers trailing lazily over my spine.
I’ve never felt this… whole.
Like I’m exactly where I was always meant to be. Hudson’s chin rests on top of my head, his voice a low rumble. I exhale, pressing a kiss to his chest. His arm tightens around me, his fingers sliding into my hair. I smile against his skin, closing my eyes as his heartbeat slows beneath my cheek.
For the first time in years, I feel safe.
Loved.
Home.
Hudson growls, rolling on top of me. He pulls my bottom lip with his teeth and nips gently, making my heart beat rapidly. My need for this man overwhelms and consumes me.
"Do you see how hard you make me?" He presses the tip of his cock to my entrance. My legs open on their own accord, unwilling to resist the sensation of his penetration, craving to feel him deep inside.
"Is this sweet pussy hungry for me?" he teases, a lust-filled smile forming on his lips.
"Yes," I reply under his spell. A low growl of appreciation escapes his lips. “Hudson…I–I have to tell you something. I’m a…virgin.”
Hudson grunts. “Really?”
“Yes.” Anxiety climbs in my chest and heats my cheeks.
“Are you sure you want to do this? We can wait…”
“No!” I reply quickly. “No, I want this. I want you.”
He nips at my bottom lip, his hands sliding over my torso and landing at my neck where he pulls me closer to him and kisses me in slow, savoring strokes. “I’ll go slow.”
A soft hum falls from my lips.
In one swift movement he pushes his briefs down his thighs and frees his thick erection to the cool air. My mouth waters, desperate at the sight of him so thick and hard at the thought of having me.
“Are you sure?” He growls against my lips. I nod, then push a hand between us and slide my open palm against his hard cock.
“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything,” I confess.
His hand slips beneath my t-shirt and finds my swollen pussy.
"I love how wet this pussy is for my cock," he grunts.
He slides his thickness between my slick folds, slipping against me and groaning with the contact. “I need to control myself with you but you make it so damn hard, sweetheart.”
I don’t reply, arching into him, my body begging for more.
"Who does this pussy belong to?" he demands. My mind becomes fuzzy, and all I can focus on is the overwhelming pleasure this man gives me.
“You, Hudson.”
He grunts softly before angling his tip at my entrance. He pushes gently, taking his time. Soft pants of pleasure release from his lips as his body hangs tight with tension over mine. His palms work up and down my body, lighting me on fire as he peppers kisses along my neck and collarbone. One of his hands pushes under my t-shirt and slides it over my shoulders. He continues to inch his way into my heat, sliding slowly, one agonizing inch at a time before the bite of pain makes me wince.
“God, I’m so sorry,” he husks and then the unbelievable sensation stops.
"Hudson, don’t stop," I beg.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m sure, please, keep going.” Our lips attach and I kiss him in soft, languid strokes.
"Tell me again." He uses his cock to rub my juices onto my clit. "Whose pussy is this?" he asks again.
"Yours," I breathe out, arching against him.
"What do you want me to do to my pussy, sweet girl?" he questions, continuing the assault on my clit.
"I want you to fuck it." The words spill out as if I can't control myself. My lust-filled mind fixes on nothing but him. My eyes shoot open as I look up into his face. "Please, Hudson," I plead.
That’s all he needs; he thrusts into me fully then, breaking the barrier that makes me his forever. His eyes looks wild and out of control, glazed and unfocused with desire and igniting my passion even more. Seeing this man lose all control for me is incredibly sexy and fuels my own passion.
"God, I love your tight little pussy—it feels so good, baby. I want to cover you with cum and mark you like a damn animal." He sits us up, pulling me on top, moving me up and down on his cock. My head falls back; he feels larger in this position, the slight pain only enhancing the pleasure we share. I gasp and moan, losing my mind a little more with every delicious thrust of his cock.
"That’s it, baby—work my cock. Take everything you need so you can give me that sweet cum. I love how juicy this pretty pussy gets for me," he encourages, tangling my hair in his fist and pulling it back. "Yes, baby. Your tits look so good bouncing like that," he says as he pinches my nipple, and I revel in the sting.
"You like that? You like a little pain with your pleasure, huh?" he asks and does it again.
"Yes!" I scream, feeling myself flood even more.
"My sweet, sexy girl is a little pain slut, huh?" he whispers as he grabs my nipple between his thumb and index finger, pinching it hard before pulling on it. "I love knowing I’m the only one that’s been here. I want all your pleasure—give it all to me."
That pull is all I need. My back arches, offering him better access to my nipples; he leans in, taking one into his mouth and using his teeth to bite. This bite isn’t just a nip—it’s harder, and that is exactly what I need, screaming as I ride his cock toward my first orgasm. Flutters of pleasure overwhelm me as I ride his thick cock, driving him deeper and hitting a place of pleasure inside of me I didn’t know existed before him. Waves of release pulse through me, my nipples pebbling as I come again and again.
"Fuck. Baby, I’m never going to get sick of hearing you cum. I love how you soak my cock," he grunts, thrusting in me with speed. "Mmm, yes sweetheart. I’m gonna fill you with my seed." His muscles tense and shake, his thick cum pouring into me in pulsing waves, before he rolls off and pulls me close.
"You okay?" He places a soft kiss on my shoulder.
"More than okay. Sex with you feels beyond anything I ever imagined—not just physically, but in my head and heart too," I say, smiling into his chest.
"So it sounds like you’re saying I fucked you into another universe." He trails kisses down my arm, showering me with affection. "I think that makes me your sex God."
"Mm. Then sign me up to be your slave."
"I’d keep you chained to my bed forever if that’s what it took to keep you here." His hands gently pull my head upward so he can look into my eyes. “Did you like when I pinched your nipple or was it too much?”
"I loved it. It felt amazing. I can still feel the tingles of pain and pleasure. I’m not sure what that says about me though." A hint of shame creeps into my mind.
"There’s nothing wrong with you. It’s fucking sexy as hell. Over time, we can explore more together." He kisses the top of my head, then hauls me on top of him. I hear the pounding of his heart against my ear, letting the peace and calm of this man shroud me in warmth and acceptance. “I want you to know that I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. Over a decade. I was with one girl in highschool and that’s it–just one time and nobody since. There’s only you for me, sweet girl. Forever.”