Chapter 77: Chapter Seventy-six

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” Hunter’s voice rumbled low and deep.

He leaned close, his lips brushing the delicate shell of her ear before he began teasing her earlobe between his teeth, as a small sound of need escaped her throat.

“Please,” she whispered a moan.

“Tell me what you want,” he pressed again, the command in his tone was clear.

“I… I want you to touch me,” Mirabella murmured, barely able to speak. “I want you to hold me… I want you to play with my boobs and suck my nipples in your mouth… to make me feel you again.”

Hunter's cock jerked hearing those words from her mouth. He drew a shaky breath. “That’s my baby girl.” His eyes darkened as he stared at her. He moved back slightly, giving her room, his gaze trailing over her as though he were memorising her every movement.

“Now,” he said softly, his eyes burning into hers, “I want you to be completely naked and mine.”

Slowly, she sat up and tugged her top over her head, displaying tight nipples and her glowing skin under the dim light. Then she removed her panties.

Hunter brushed his knuckles along her arm, down to her wrist, he reached out and collected the panties from her and closed his eyes as he sniffed it long and hard, as if her scent alone could calm the heat in his body. Her scent was intoxicating and addictive. She has the sweetest scent and he could go a full day by just burying his head in-between her thighs.

When he opened his eyes, her eyes met him for a fleeting second—then she looked away, her lips parted in a shaky breath.

“Lie back,” he whispered.

She obeyed, lying against the sheets, her hair fanning out like a halo. And in seconds he was between her legs. He parted her thighs and got between them. His hardness was rubbing on her thigh as he leaned down, resting his forehead against hers. Their breaths mingled, slow and heavy, the air thick with tension.

He traced feathery kisses on her face. To her nape… down to her chest and he took one nipple in his mouth.

He sucked hard on it. Using his other hand, he traced her curves with reverence. “God… you drive me insane, Bella,” he murmured against her breast.

Mirabella was a moaning mess under him. Her fingers found his shoulders, clutching tightly.

A soft hand reached between them. She took his cock in her hand and aligned it to her pussy. “Hunter…” she whispered, her voice breaking his control.

Hunter did not stop her. He let her out his cock in the entrance of her sweet hole and in one hard thrust, he buried himself deep inside her. There was no time to adjust or breath, he just started ramming into her.

He trailed soft, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, over her collarbone. The sensation of him pounding inside her and playing with her body made her back arch. He was everywhere taking his time as though her body was his body.

Mirabella's head fell back as she took everything he was giving her.

His hand slid to cup her face, his thumb grazing her lips. “Look at me babe. Always look at me when I fuck you hard and raw." He said in a rough voice full of pleasure.

She did, her eyes locked on his pupils dilated and the breath between them charged.

Her hands moved to his hair, tangling there, pulling him closer. He took her lips, in a soft consuming kiss.

His hand traveled down to her pussy and he began playing with her clit. Stroking it fast.

Her moans became desperate.

“Come for me baby. Now!!"

“Hunter,” she whispered against his mouth, and it was a plea.

“Now!"

Her breathing became too hard and she screamed loudly as she reached her orgasm. Her pussy squeezing him, trying to milk him dry, and then he was close to his own orgasm.

The tension in his body was building and his muscles were becoming tighter. He could feel his orgasm, but he couldn't reach it.

He increased his pace. He fucked her harder and faster and faster. “Fuck… why can't I…?”

The air was becoming too thick. An intense feeling took over his body. It built and built until he could hardly breathe.

Something was wrong with him.

The heat became suffocating. He could feel his muscles tightening, his heart pounding as if trying to break through his chest.

And then, suddenly, his eyes snapped open. The room was dark.

His skin was slick with sweat, his body burning and his breathing ragged.

He turned his head and saw his woman —still asleep beside him, lying on her side, facing away from him, her hair a messy halo across the pillow.

He stared at her for a long moment, the realization sinking in.

“Damn,” he muttered under his breath. “A dream. A fucking bloody wet dream again.”

He sat up and rubbed his face with both hands, dragging them down in frustration. His pulse was still racing; his body still hummed with the ghost of the release he badly wanted.

He reached for his phone on the bedside table—3:15 a.m.

There were two messages from Ashley, and one from Victor. He ignored them. Maybe he would deal with it in the morning. Maybe.

He swung his legs off the bed, walked to the bathroom, and splashed cold water on his face. He stared at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were dark, almost haunted. Sexually haunted.

“Get a grip," he whispered.

But it was useless. The image of her in his dream as he rammed deep inside her gripping hole —the sound of her moaning, the way she had said please and called his name. It wasn't making it easy for him.

He returned to bed, glancing again at her still, peaceful form. She looked so soft, so calm and innocent. Completely unaware of what she has caused him to do.

He slipped under the covers and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. Her body fit perfectly against his, because she was made to be there.

For a moment, he closed his eyes and tried to sleep again, but it was impossible. Every second that passed reminded him of the ache building inside him.

Minutes passed. He could hear her breathing, slow and steady. The rhythm soothed him and tortured him all at once.

Without thinking, his hand, which rested on her stomach, began to move. He traced small circles with his thumb, following the dip of her waist, the curve of her ribs and the swell of her breasts.

Her skin was warm beneath his touch. She sighed in her sleep, pressing closer to him.

Hunter buried his face in her hair inhaling her scent.

He should stop. He knew he should. But his hand moved before his mind could catch up and he cupped her breast in his hand. Her tit fit perfectly in his hand. He pressed and squeezed.

Her breathing changed— uneven, almost aware.

“Mirabella,” he whispered her name.

She stirred faintly, eyes still closed, her lips parting as if she was in her own dream.

Then his hand traveled to her down. He pushed her panties to the side and slid a finger inside of her. She was a little bit wet, but he wanted her dripping and ready for him.

As his fingers started moving in and out of her, she moaned in her sleep.

He wanted her awake as soon as possible. So he added a second finger knowing it would sting a bit. As his fingers moved, her breathing became raged.

She opened her legs wider for him. “More," she breathed.

He smiled against her hair and increased his pace and pumped in and out of her.

In no time, she was shaking “I'm going to come."

“Come for me baby. Come all over my fingers." He said in a commanding tone.

Her body shook with the command and she rode his fingers faster as she came hard. She couldn't control her breathing. It's been so long she had an orgasm. Too long.

Hunter removed his fingers from her pussy and sucked them dry.

He went on his knees and opened her legs so that her pink pussy was very visible to him.

“I need to eat you out. I need to remind myself that it is still mine. Only mine." It's been too damn long he had the taste of his woman in his tongue. He was going to worship her body because it is what he does and he has missed it.