Chapter 29 - Tessa
The cabin is warm from the fire Hunter put together when we arrived, but it isn’t the reason why I’m burning on the inside.
His hands are everywhere, mapping every inch of my body he can find, more like it’s the first time all over again. My clothes are long gone, along with his, leaving us skin-to-skin and chasing the usual rush.
We tried holding off… we really did. But the fire was nice, his solid frame was pressed against mine, and the quiet of the cabin left us with the prime opportunity to burn off the rest of our adrenaline.
Now, Hunter’s kissing down my chest while he grips my waist, leaving each affection with such care and devotion that it makes my blood rush even hotter.
He pauses on my left side, capturing my nipple between his lips. He hums at the way I squirm under the contact, which makes him pay even more attention.
A soft breath escapes me when he uses his tongue, teasing me like he’s always good at doing.
When he lets go and moves further down, his eyes flick up to meet mine. The gleam in them sends a shiver down my spine.
“Always so sensitive for me…”
That tone of his has no right reducing me to this needy version of myself, but he eats up every moment of it as he continues his descent.
His hands find the back of my thighs, propping them up just enough to settle between them. Wasting no time, he leans in and tastes me.
My breath catches at the contact, and I instinctively arch my back. The friction of his tongue against my clit sends a flood of sparks through me, and I let a moan slip from me.
Hunter takes that as nothing short of encouragement while he hums against me and delves in deeper, putting all of his focus on me.
One hand grips the sheets as the other finds his hair, and I subtly move my hips for more.
He’s relentless in the way he pleasures me, always finding the right spots before repeating the same motions to make me writhe for him. It’s as if he gains the same amount of gratification just from knowing he’s the one doing this to me.
The bond flickers between us when the tension in me starts to mount, and that warmth transfers back and forth on a constant wavelength.
With his fingers slowly moving in and out of me now, Hunter surely feels me barreling towards the edge, and he doubles his efforts. Every sound he makes against me reverberates through my body, and that, paired with his thumb brushing absently against my clit is exactly what sends me over.
Before I can fully process it, I’m seeing stars behind my eyelids, and I arch deeper with the wave of relief coursing through me. I gasp then moan as my thighs tighten around his head, but Hunter doesn’t seem deterred by this at all. If anything, it only excites him more.
Little shocks pulse in me as I breathe a bit harder, fingers relaxing in his dark hair while I come back down slowly. His lingering touches guide me through it, prolonging the sensations for as long as possible.
I relax back onto the bed with a satisfied breath, somewhat dazed by the release. I try to sit with it, given how afraid I was earlier that I might never have this again.
But a moment later, Hunter’s on me, kissing back up my neck while he surrounds me all over again, reminding me that he’s here, and we’re both safe after all.
“I won’t ever get sick of that,” he murmurs against my skin with a renewed hunger in the way he mouths at me. His skin is warm against mine, and his soft breaths are far too tantalizing.
I hum, arms lazily draped around his shoulders. But even on the tail end of my orgasm, the feeling of his body pressed against mine stirs that heat in me all over again. The need is just as alive as ever, and there’s no way I can stop here.
“You better not,” I tease back, catching the shiver running through me when he slowly rolls his hips against mine. The friction is so good that it’s more like I’m starting from square one, seeking release all over again.
“It’s impossible,” he mumbles before capturing my bottom lip between his teeth. “Since it’s you.”
He pulls a soft sound from me, then grins in satisfaction before gripping my hips and rolling us over with confident ease.
It happens quickly and suddenly, and I find myself above him, straddling his hips while my hand rests against his hard abs. From here, he looks like a complete meal, still somewhat ruffled from the fight and as strong as ever.
His eyes darken, and his almost smug expression reveals just how much this position pleases him. His hands slowly move along my thighs and waist, making me feel every second of it.
“You were made to be up there.”
My ears burn slightly from the claim and the way he locks his focus on me, but I huff a quietly amused breath. “I was made for a lot of things, according to you.”
He chuckles, but the fire in his gaze doesn’t dim. Instead, he gives me that sexy expression of his, bordering on feigned innocence. “It’s true. Especially when they have to do with me… and this.”
From above him, a thrill scurries down my back at the thought, since it doesn’t seem far off given our bond. In all ways, it’s like we were made for each other, like we’ve been connected since before we could truly feel it.
Still, something about his knowing look encourages me to push a little further, and I don’t let the opportunity slip past me.
Teasingly, I roll my hips against his, watching the way his chest rises sharply, and his eyelids become heavier while he peers at me.
With a muffled groan, Hunter tightens his grip on my hips and guides me forward again.
“Fuck… see? I told you.”
It’s my turn to grin, gaining an incredible amount of satisfaction from the upper hand I have now. He gives it to me so easily, too, not even putting up a fight when he’s exactly where he wants to be.
“I guess you were right.”
Not wasting the chance, I continue with those small movements that fan our mutual desire to something even hotter, but it isn’t enough to give us what we both need.
After an agonizing moment of grinding against each other like we can’t get enough, breaths mingling in the relatively dark cabin, he bites back a moan.
“Tessa…” he murmurs, sounding more like a low warning now. “Don’t tease.”
I’m half tempted to do exactly that from how hot he looks like this, slowly falling apart and abandoning his previous cockiness, but he’s not alone in this.
I want him too, and I want the pleasure promised to both of us.
So I lift my hips and catch his attention, letting him adjust his grip on me to guide me closer. His entire focus zeroes in on this, brimming with anticipation at the thought of what’s to come.
When I feel his rigid length pressed against me, I shudder and slowly lower myself. Bracing, I take my time, letting my body open up for him.
The look on Hunter’s face when I take all of him is pure sin, eyes slipping closed while he struggles to suppress a grunt from the pressure alone. His fingers create indents in my hips while he strains, unable to hide how overwhelming it is for him.
To see a man like him, big, intimidating, and full of authority, reduced to a more desperate version of himself, never fails to make me eager for more.
It’s like he’s in my hands now, and I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this feeling. Fortunately, the bond between us seems to encourage it.
Using his chest as leverage, I start to move on him, letting my eyes close while I focus on the addictive feelings as they wash over me.
The angle forces him even deeper, and both of us struggle to find our breath from how intense it is.
Hunter curses under his breath before reaching one hand up to find the back of my neck, then he pulls me closer and captures my lips in a scorching kiss. He groans into it, still letting me move as I need to, despite how eagerly he claims my mouth when his tongue brushes against mine.
Sounding almost pained, he muffles his sounds into the contact while I ride him, never letting up on his hold.
When the kiss eventually breaks, and I’m moving faster now, breath exchanging with his, I can’t think about anything other than feeling even more of him, and reaching the release we both need.
“Tessa… don’t stop,” Hunter murmurs against my lips, and his hands slide down to grip me tighter, holding me as close as he can. “Just like that.”
His words come out even more strained, and while I can tell me wants me to take what I need from him, his hips twitch upward at first, then he gives in and thrusts from beneath, heart pounding against mine.
I try to keep up my rhythm, but I whine when he goes impossibly deeper, and I surrender to the rush of sparks it sends through me.
Sprawled across his chest, my fingers move to his hair while I cling to him, needing some kind of anchor through his rough movements now. It’s no use trying to stifle my moans now, as they come out unbidden.
Pressure builds in my lower stomach as Hunter keeps me pinned to him, rutting into me now like this is his last chance, and he can’t stand the thought of not finishing what we started.
“Hunter…” I murmur into his neck, breath hitching when his strokes slow momentarily, hitting every deep place within me before he picks up the pace again.
“I know,” he says breathlessly, shifting my legs a bit before thrusting at a slightly different angle. It’s enough to make us both gasp, holding each other tighter. “I need to feel you fall apart for me.”
My head spins while he gives me everything I need, making me lose myself through the storm it creates in my mind. Every inch of me is alive for him and his touch, hopelessly bound to him in every way.
The angle creates more friction with each thrust, stimulating me to the point of writhing. My moans pitch higher with the influx of sensations, and without warning, everything falls into place.
My thighs tremble when I clamp around him, crying out against his neck while the coil in me breaks, and I’m thrown into immediate ecstasy.
I hardly register as Hunter’s rhythm falters as a result, keeping me close while he thrusts a moment longer before giving in.
The bond is more like a blinding force as we collide at once, hitting the precipice, and giving each other all we have. It pulls tightly, fulfilled and nurtured in every way.
As the aftershocks settle into place and we slump against each other, warmth floods my system, and I don’t pull away from his neck while I catch my breath.
I listen to the beat of his heart and the way it matches mine in how erratic they both sound, and I remind myself that it is as much mine as it is his.
Hunter’s fingers slowly move up and down my spine, grounding me in this moment regardless of how lost in the clouds I feel. His presence is steady and comforting like always, knowing that neither of us needs to fill the silence too soon.
Though he eventually presses a lingering kiss to my temple, and he hums. “Remind me to do that again, very, very soon.”
Blissed out and amused by his tone, I give him a soft laugh before kissing his neck briefly, earning myself a small shiver. “I imagine it’ll be sooner than you think.”
Not even trying to dispute it, he grips the curve of my ass and grins.
“Definitely.”