Chapter 24: Chapter Twenty-three

He stood in front of her, close enough that their breaths tangled. His chest rose against hers with every inhale, every exhale, dragging her into his rhythm. He looked down at her like a predator cornering prey.

“Are you hungry?” His voice was low and dangerous.

She shook her head slowly, her eyes were wide as they locked on him.

A dark whisper brushed against her ear. “Good. Because I’m going to fuck your pussy right now.” He tilted his head, a smirk curving one side of his mouth. “Is there anything you can do about it?”

Her throat moved, but no sound came. She wanted to oppose him, but her eyes gave her away — wide, unblinking, trembling under his dominance.

“Didn’t think so too.” His large hand slid around her waist, pulling her closer until their foreheads touched. His breath spilled over her lips as he inhaled her deeply, like he needed her personal air to live.

He sniffed her, his nose draggimg through through her hair, down the line of her neck, lingering at her collarbone before lowering to inhale between her breasts. His groan was rough and animated.

“I should’ve changed you out of this little bum short last night,” he muttered darkly, as his eyes swept through her body, his lips brushing the swell of her chest. “Should’ve made you wear something… more comfortable and open.”

“It’s…it’s okay,” she whispered.

The sharp look he gave her silenced her instantly. His eyes burned into her, heavy and commanding. Then his gaze fell to her lips.

She nervously licked them.

“Do it again,” he ordered, his voice low and demanding.

Her brows furrowed, confused. “What…?”

“Bite and lick your lips again.” His stare was unforgiving.

She responded to his command unconsciously. She did it. Slowly.

He made a sound of approval laced with hunger deep in his throat. And then he crushed his mouth onto hers.

The kiss wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. It was brutal possession disguised as intimacy — dominance poured straight into her mouth. His lips crashed against hers with a hunger that stole her breath, his tongue forcing past her lips and claiming every corner as if he owned it.

She gasped, but he swallowed the sound whole, devouring it greedily like it belonged to him. His hands were everywhere at once—rough palms dragging down her sides, gripping her hips, then sliding up again, mapping her body like he’d memorized every line in his fantasies.

Without warning, his fingers slipped beneath the thin fabric of her shirt, dragging it up in one swift motion. She barely had time to shiver before he pulled it over her head, discarding it without even breaking the kiss. His mouth moved harder, hungrier, as though the absence of the barrier only fed his need.

Her bare skin burned under his touch. He splayed his hand over her ribcage, the rough heat of his palm branding her, his thumb brushing dangerously close to the swell of her breast. She arched into his touch before she could stop herself, a low whimper escaping against her lips.

That sound made him groan deep in his chest, and the vibration pulsed into her mouth, sending a shiver down her spine. His free hand tangled in her hair, angling her head so he could kiss her deeper, harder, until her knees weakened and her body melted against him.

There was nothing tender about it. No hesitation. No pause. Just the raw, feral claiming of a man who didn’t ask—he took.

His mouth was still on hers as he peeled away the rest, each article of clothing stripped with slowly, with steady patience that only amplified his control. His palms molded to her breasts, thumbs flicking across her hardened peaks. She gasped again, and he devoured the sound with his tongue.

When her panties were the last barrier, he hooked his finger under the band, tugging them down inch by inch, he was deliberately slow—like he was savoring the unveiling of something hidden for years. The soft fabric dragged against her thighs, and when they slipped past her knees, he didn’t toss them aside. No. He lifted them to his face, eyes closing as he buried his nose in the damp spot, inhaling greedily.

A shudder ripped through his chest as he breathed her in, raw and unfiltered, like he’d just gotten a taste of the most dangerous drug. His jaw flexed, nostrils flaring. His knuckles whitened where they gripped the thin cotton, and for a moment, he just stayed there, eyes closed, chest heaving and just lost in the intoxication of her.

When he finally opened his eyes, the man who looked at her wasn’t the same. His gaze had gone intense, darkened into something extremely sinful, as though the thin line of restraint he’d been holding onto had finally snapped.

“Fuck,” he groaned, voice guttural, strained. The sound rumbled out of him like a curse, like agony and desire tangled together. He pressed the panties harder to his face, dragging them across his cheek, then down over his lips before sucking on the damp spot with a hungry groan.

His eyes locked onto hers, burning. “Your pussy smells like sin and tastes like my whole fucking world.”

The words came out rough, like gravel, and her breath caught in her throat. Heat flooded her cheeks, but deeper than that—her body clenched at the raw filth of his confession. She wondered how he was mesmerized by her panties, obsessed even.

He let the panties fall, discarded them on the sheets, but his fingers were already sliding up her thighs, parting them with no mercy. He inhaled again, right at the source this time, dragging his nose along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh until she trembled.

“You feel that, Bella baby?” he whispered, the tip of his nose brushing dangerously close to her folds. “That’s me losing my damn mind over you.”

His mouth was everywhere — on her neck, down her chest, sucking each nipple until her body arched, teeth scraping, tongue swirling. His hands spread her thighs, pulling them apart without hesitation. His mouth followed, hot breath on her core before his tongue dragged a slow, merciless path across her slit.

Her hips bucked, but he pinned her down, holding her still as he feasted. He licked, sucked, nipped, tormenting her clit with relentless strokes until she cried out. Chains of arousal tightened inside her, pulling her closer and closer, until she broke apart beneath his mouth.

But he didn’t stop. His tongue plunged deeper, his teeth grazing, his lips pulling her swollen bud into his mouth as he ravished her again and again. She was trembling under him, gasping, her hands clawing at the sheets, but his grip was unyielding. He made her come again. She sobbed from the intensity, her body a trembling mess under his assault.

When he finally pulled away, his mouth was wet, his jaw slick with her juice. He licked it clean, his tongue slow and taunting.

“You taste like heaven and hell mixed,” he rasped, his eyes locked on her ruined, shivering form.

Before she could recover, he rolled onto his back and dragged her over him. Her body landed across his chest, straddling him. He guided her up, his thick length pressing against her stomach, hard and throbbing.

“Now,” he said darkly, “suck me dry.”

Her eyes widened. She shook her head. “I don't want to.”

He smiled at her refusal, ”oh, you so want it. You so want my dick plugged deep in your throat.”

"Well, I really don't.”

He gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him straight in the eyes. “If you don’t do as I say, little doll, I’ll use this big cock of mine to fuck your asshole open. Have you experienced that before? Your choice.”

Heat burned her cheeks, shame and arousal twisting inside her. Trembling, she slid down his body. His cock was thick, heavy, pulsing as it slapped against her lips. She wrapped her hand around him awkwardly, lowering her mouth.

The first tentative lick made him groan, his hips jerking. “Take me in, baby. Deeper,” he growled. “Take it in your throat.”

Her lips parted wider as she wrapped her mouth around him, the salty taste flooding her tongue. She started to bob her head slowly, clumsy but eager, her tongue swirling against his shaft. He cursed, a rough, guttural sound as his hand fisted in her hair, guiding her movement.

“Yes,” he hissed, eyes dark with lust. “Fuck, that’s it. Look at you, choking on my cock like you were made for it.”

She gagged slightly, pulling back, but he didn’t let her stop. His grip tightened, forcing her to take more, to hollow her cheeks and suck harder. Spit coated her lips, her chin slick as she worked him with everything she had.

His body tensed, a deep growl rumbling in his chest. Just when she thought he would finish, he suddenly yanked her up, flipping her onto her back again. His cock pressed against her slick entrance, hard and unforgiving.

She pushed weakly at his chest, panic flashing in her eyes. “Wait…Hunter…I’m still sore…”

He only smirked, the darkness in his gaze sharp enough to slice her in half.

“You’ll take it.” His voice was a cruel promise.

And then, with one hard thrust, he drove all the way inside her.

Her scream filled the room.