Chapter 70: Chapter Sixty-nine

On Friday morning, faint morning light spilled softly through the curtains, falling across Mirabella’s bare legs where the sheets had tangled around her during the night. The faint chirping of birds outside the window was the only sound she could register until she felt something warm and wet slide slowly across her neck.

She shifted slightly, still half asleep, but the sensation came again—wet kisses, gentle and teasing, tracing her collarbone, her cheek, the curve of her shoulder. Her lips parted in a sleepy moan before her mind caught up with her body.

Then her eyes fluttered open and there he was.

His short dark hair fell forward, messy and damp from sleep, his face dangerously close to hers, his mouth pressed to her skin like it was the most natural thing to do.

She blinked in confusion, her breath coming in short gasps.

“Hunter…” she breathed, trying to sit up, but she couldn’t move.

Her wrists were held firmly above her head, one of his strong hands gripping them easily. His legs were tangled with hers, pinning her down on the soft mattress.

“Good morning, babe,” he murmured in that deep bedroom voice that always made her heart skip, even when she wished it wouldn’t.

“Y…you’re… what are you doing,” she stammered.

He grinned, his lips brushing the tip of her nose. “You’re awake.”

Then, in that lazy drawl of his, he added, “And you look so damn beautiful when you’re half asleep.”

Mirabella frowned and wriggled beneath him, realizing something else. Her eyes widened. “Why the hell are you naked again, Hunter?! What is wrong with you?”

He chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating in his chest, sending shivers through her. “You know me, baby. I love to sleep like a newborn. Peaceful. Free.” He leaned closer, his lips hovering just over hers. “And I’d like you to start doing the same.”

“Never happening,” she snapped, though her voice came out breathy. She tried to push him off, but he didn’t budge. “Let me up!”

He only smiled and kissed the corner of her mouth. “Relax, baby. I need this.”

His voice was soft but commanding, the kind that reached right to her pussy and made her pulse trip.

Her brain screamed at her to push him away, to resist. But her traitorous body was not having that. Her body wanted her to lay there, relax and let him do whatever was best for her body. His scent was warm and masculine, and it surrounded her.

Then his lips found hers.

He kissed her deep, hungry, and possessive. His lips demanded a response, and she gave it before she could stop herself. He sucked in her lower lips as if it were a juicy fruit. He kissed her like he’d been starving for days, and she was the only meal that could satisfy him.

When he finally pulled back, her chest was rising and falling fast.

“Hunter…” she whispered, her voice trembling with need and anger.

He smiled, that sinful curve of his mouth she both loved and hated. “You look starved, babe.”

He dipped his head again, trailing kisses along her neck. His tongue flicked against her skin before he sucked gently, leaving a damp trail from her jaw to her collarbone.

Her back arched helplessly for more.

Then his lips reached her ear. He took her earlobe between his teeth and sucked gently—and she moaned, loud and breathy.

He knew exactly what this did to her.

Her ear. He knew it was one of her weak spots, and he used it shamelessly.

“Let me feed you,” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear. “Let me give you what you crave.”

He trailed kissed down her throat, her collar bone, down to her chest and intentionally avoided her boobs.

Mirabella trembled, caught between wanting him to stop and begging him not to.

He lifted her shirt slightly, just enough to expose her smooth stomach. He kissed the spot below her ribs, then lower, until his mouth was on her belly. He kissed, licked and sucked softly on her skin as if tasting her was the most important thing in the world.

Her fingers found his hair, tangling there without her permission. She tugged gently, indicating for him to come up and give attention to her nipples as well. Wanting more…needing more of what he was doing to her.

He smirked at how desperate she wanted him to touch her. “So impatient, baby.”

Then his hand found her breast through the thin shirt, squeezing softly. She gasped, arching into him. He continued teasing her belly with his mouth while his thumb brushed lightly over her nipple through the light fabric.

But it wasn’t enough.

“More…” she whispered shakily, her voice barely a breath. “I want more…”

Hunter lifted his head, his eyes dark and intense. “You do, huh?” he murmured.

“Yes…” she breathed.

He leaned closer, his lips hovering just above hers. “You do baby, but before I give you more, you must do something for me. Tell me what I want to hear.”

She blinked, dazed. “What?”

He kissed her softly, then whispered against her lips, “You have to tell me you want me… and that you miss me.”

Her eyes snapped open. “What? No! I won’t.”

He chuckled, brushing her hair back from her face. “You clearly want this. You clearly miss my touch. So why are you fighting it?”

“Because I will not let you have control over me or my body again,” she said, her voice firm even as her body rubbed against him.

Hunter’s smile faded slightly. He tilted his head, his eyes locked on hers. “Look at us now,” he said quietly. “Look at the situation you’re in right now. Does it not say otherwise?”

She glared at him, refusing to admit anything.

He smirked again, leaning closer until their noses brushed. “We both know this body is mine. You’re mine. Denying it won’t change a damn thing in the world.”

“You won’t win this time,” she said stubbornly with a pounding chest. “I’ll fight your temptations as much as I can.”

His lips curved in amusement. “You’re not fighting now my stubborn witch.”

“Yes, I am!” she snapped, pushing at his chest.

He rolled off her suddenly, laughing softly as he landed beside her. “If you say so, sweetheart.”

Mirabella sat up quickly, glaring at him. “You’re just insane.”

“I’ve been called worse,” he said lazily, folding his hands behind his head. His naked chest rose and fell with easy breaths. “But you still like me, and I am yours.”

“I don’t,” she said firmly, trying not to stare at his naked chest—look lower, as his smirk always deepened every time her eyes accidentally flickered down.

“Sure you don’t,” he murmured, his voice dripping with teasing satisfaction. “That’s why you’re still sitting on the bed and staring at my cock.”

She blinked, realizing she hadn’t moved. “Oh, shut up.”

He laughed again, deep and low.

Mirabella jumped up from the bed, snatching her pillow and throwing it at him. He caught it easily and grinned.

“Physcho,” she muttered as she made her way to the door.

He propped himself up on one elbow, watching her go. “You’re beautiful when you’re angry, baby.”

“Don’t call me baby!” she yelled over her shoulder.

“But you love it when I do,” he shot back.

She turned and glared at him, her cheeks flushed. “You’re… crazy.”

“And you,” he said softly, his eyes darkening, “are unforgettable.”

She threw the words over her shoulder, “Get dressed. And stay out of my business today.”

Then she walked out quickly, closing the door behind her before her legs gave out.

Inside the room, Hunter chuckled to himself, lying back on the bed. He could still taste her on his lips, feel her warmth under his hands.

“She’ll definitely come around,” he murmured, “she can't resist my charm and seduction for too long." His grin widening as he folded his arms behind his head again.