5. Trinity #2
“I want this. I want you . Now.”
He studies me for a long moment, then nods, decision made. Taking my hand, he leads me up the porch steps and into the cabin.
The cabin door barely closes behind us before Hunter's mouth is on mine again, hungry and possessive.
My back hits the wall as his big hands grip my waist, lifting me effortlessly so we're eye to eye.
I wrap my legs around him instinctively, gasping as the position presses his hardness exactly where I need it.
“Tell me to stop,” Hunter growls against my neck, his stubble scraping deliciously against my sensitive skin. “Tell me this isn't what you want.”
“Don't stop,” I breathe, threading my fingers through his hair, tugging him closer. “I want this. I want you to fuck me.”
He groans, pressing harder against me. Through my jeans, I can feel how huge he is, how ready. The thought sends a fresh wave of heat to my core.
Hunter pulls back just enough to meet my eyes, searching for any hesitation. Finding none, he tightens his grip on my thighs and carries me toward the stairs, our mouths never parting for long. Each step jostles me against him, creating friction that has me moaning into his mouth.
The bedroom is dark, moonlight spilling through the windows. Hunter sets me on my feet beside the bed, his hands framing my face.
I reach for the hem of my top and pull it over my head. Hunter's sharp intake of breath as he takes in my lace-covered breasts sends a thrill of power through me. For once, I’m not small or vulnerable. I’m desired. Wanted.
“Your turn,” I whisper.
He doesn't need to be told twice. His shirt is unbuttoned and discarded in seconds, revealing the magnificent chest I've been imagining since first seeing him at the bus station.
Broad and muscular, covered in tattoos and scattered with dark hair, it's even better than my fantasies.
I reach out, running my hands over his warm skin, feeling the rapid beating of his heart beneath my palm.
“Fuck,” Hunter murmurs, his hands spanning my waist. “You're so beautiful.”
He bends to kiss me again. His calloused hands slide up my sides to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks through the thin fabric. I arch into his touch, wanting more, needing more.
As if reading my mind, his fingers find the clasp of my bra, sliding the straps down my arms until I'm bare from the waist up. For a moment, he just looks at me, hunger in his darkened gaze.
“Perfect,” he growls, before lowering his head to take one peaked nipple into his mouth.
The sensation is electric. I cry out, my head falling back as his tongue circles and teases each nipple. The scrape of his stubble against my tender skin creates a delicious contrast to the heat of his mouth.
My hands find his hair, holding him to me as pleasure spirals through my body. Every pull of his lips sends a corresponding tug between my thighs, building a need I've never felt so intensely before.
Hunter's hands move to the button of my jeans.
I moan, helping him push the denim down my legs until I'm standing before him in just my panties.
His hands skim my hips, my thighs as I reach for his belt, fumbling slightly in my eagerness. Hunter helps me, undoing his leather pants and pushing them down along with his boxers. I can't help but stare. He's magnificent everywhere, his enormous cock impressive and intimidating in equal measure.
Hunter pulls me against him. He walks me backward until my legs hit the edge of the bed, then lowers me onto the sheets. He follows, his weight supported on his forearms as he settles between my thighs.
“I want to taste you, gorgeous…” he murmurs against my neck. “Everywhere.”
The words send a shiver through me. He begins a slow journey down my body, lips and tongue exploring every inch of me. He licks and sucks my breasts, then continues lower, across my stomach, over the edge of my panties, down to my inner thighs.
By the time his fingers hook into the waistband of my underwear, I'm trembling. Slowly he slides them down my legs, leaving me completely exposed to his gaze.
“So beautiful,” he groans, settling between my thighs.
The first touch of his tongue has me arching off the bed.
Hunter's hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he flicks his tongue over my swollen clit.
The pleasure is almost too intense, too perfect.
I've never felt anything like it before, this building tension that winds tighter and tighter with each expert stroke of his tongue.
When he slides one thick finger inside me while focusing his attention on the bundle of nerves at my center, I come hard. The orgasm crashes through me in waves, shouting his name as my body convulses with pleasure.
Before I've fully recovered, he's moving up my body, reaching toward the bedside drawer. I watch through heavy-lidded eyes as he tears the packet and rolls it on.
He positions himself at my entrance, pushing forward slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size.
Hunter begins to move, slowly at first, each thrust careful and controlled.
But as my body responds, my hips rising to meet him, his pace increases.
I wrap my legs around his waist, changing the angle, drawing him deeper.
“Fuck,” he groans, the sound of my name on his lips sending another wave of pleasure through me.
His hand slips between us, finding where we're joined, his thumb circling in a way that builds the tension impossibly higher. I feel myself climbing toward another peak, electricity coursing through every part of my body.
“That's it, sweetheart,” Hunter encourages, his voice rough. “Let go for me.”
His words push me over the edge. I cry out as the second orgasm claims me, even more intense than the first. Hunter follows immediately, his rhythm jagged as he comes, calling out my name.
“You okay there?” he asks softly, pressing a kiss to my temple.
I nod, too overwhelmed for words. I've never experienced anything like what just happened between us. With Rennick, sex had been a transaction, something I endured rather than enjoyed. This was... something else entirely.
Hunter leaves briefly to clean up, returning with a warm washcloth. His tenderness as he takes care of me brings unexpected tears to my eyes.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No, it's not that. It's just... I've never felt like this before.”
He pulls me close again, gathering me against his chest. “Like what?”
“Wanted. Safe.”
Hunter tightens his arms around me. “As long as you're with me, you're safe. I promise.”
I believe him. For the first time since fleeing Rennick's apartment, I feel like I've found somewhere I belong.