EPILOGUE #2
His fingers withdraw, only to return with a third digit stretching me further. The pressure increases—a delicious burn that makes me gasp and clutch at the sheets. Hunter works patiently, his free hand stroking my back, murmuring encouragement as my body yields to this new invasion.
“Almost there,” he whispers, adding a fourth finger, stretching me to my limit.
The fullness is overwhelming now, beyond anything I’ve experienced. Just as I’m adjusting to the sensation, he slowly withdraws his fingers completely, leaving me empty and aching.
“What are you—” I begin, looking back over my shoulder.
My words die as I feel something larger pressing against my stretched opening—the blunt, thick head of his cock. Hunter drizzles more cool lube, massaging it around the sensitive rim.
“Ready?” he asks, gripping my hips to hold me steady.
“Yes,” I breathe, wanting this final surrender.
Hunter pushes forward with careful pressure. For a moment, my body resists, but I force myself to relax, breathing deeply. The initial penetration sends a sharp jolt through me—pleasure mingled with discomfort—but I focus on accepting him, on opening myself completely.
“That’s it,” he encourages as my body yields, allowing his cock inside my ass.
The pressure is overwhelming as Hunter sinks deeper. I gasp, my fingers clutching the sheets.
“Fuck, Aurora,” Hunter groans behind me. “Your ass feels so fucking good around me. So tight.”
The fullness is unlike anything I’ve experienced—a delicious intrusion that borders between pleasure and pain. Each slight movement sends shockwaves through me.
“It’s so good,” I manage to say. “So full... you’re stretching me so much.”
Hunter begins slow, measured thrusts, each careful movement opening me further. The initial discomfort dissolves into a deep, throbbing pleasure that spreads through my entire body.
My hand slides between my legs, finding my clit swollen and sensitive. “That’s it, baby,” Hunter encourages. “Touch yourself while I fuck this perfect ass.”
I circle my fingers over my clit as Hunter increases his pace, my body adjusting to accommodate him. The dual sensation is mind-bending—my fingers bringing familiar pleasure while Hunter fills me in this new, forbidden way.
“I can’t believe how perfect you feel,” he says, his voice strained with restraint. “I want to fill this tight virgin hole with my cum. I want to watch it drip out of you after I’m done.”
His words send a fresh wave of arousal through me. “Yes,” I moan, pushing back against him. “Please... I want that too.”
The sensations overwhelm me as Hunter’s thrusts become more urgent, his fingers digging into my hips. My own fingers move frantically between my legs, building toward another climax as he fills me completely.
“I’m so close,” I gasp, feeling the tension coiling tighter within me.
“That’s it,” Hunter groans behind me, his rhythm faltering as he approaches his own release. “My future wife is going to take a load of cum in her tight little virgin asshole.”
His words push me over the edge. I cry out as pleasure crashes through me, more intense than before. Hunter thrusts deeply once more with a guttural moan, his body tensing as he pulses inside me.
“Fuck, Aurora,” he pants, holding himself deep as he empties himself.
We collapse together onto the bed, both spent and breathing heavily. Hunter carefully withdraws, pulling me against his chest. The diamond on my finger catches the light as I reach up to touch his face.
“Let’s hit the shower,” Hunter murmurs after a few minutes, pressing a kiss to my temple.
Under the warm spray, we kiss lazily, our hands exploring each other with unhurried appreciation. I wash his chest, tracing the scars that tell stories of his violent past. He returns the favor, his touch reverent as he glides soapy hands over my body.
“How does it feel?” Hunter asks, lifting my hand to examine the ring. “To be engaged to the most dangerous man in the city?”
I smile, watching water droplets cling to his eyelashes. “Surprisingly right.”
He pulls me closer, his forehead resting against mine. “We’re going to find Olivia. And when we do, nothing will be able to stop us.”
I believe him. Despite everything we’ve been through—the lies, the revelations about my father, our separation—I trust in this love we’ve built. Whatever challenges lie ahead with Jax, whatever darkness we still need to face, I know our bond will hold.
“I love you,” I whisper against his lips.
His eyes, usually so guarded, shine with emotion. “And I love you, future Mrs. Reed.”
Thank you for reading Vow of Venom, the second book in the Hunter she’s mine to possess.
When Ari comes in like a white knight to save her, I see an opportunity.
Strong, confident, and maddeningly attractive, I’ve always wanted him.
Now, he’s my prisoner too, caught in my web of seduction.
Together, they will learn that in my world, there are no limits—only pleasure and pain intertwined.
I relish the power I hold over both of them, finding a dark thrill in domination.
The lines blur as I take on the role of their master, guiding them on a journey of exploration and surrender.
But Liv’s feelings for Ari complicate the dance, igniting a wildfire of jealousy that threatens to consume us all.
They think they have a plan to escape my grasp, but they don’t know the extent of my possessiveness—or the lengths I’ll go to ensure they remain mine.
In this deadly game of deceit, desire, and twisted affection, I’m prepared to wield my power in every way imaginable.
In the end, why choose when you can have it all—all three of us bound together in a web of sin?