Chapter 102: Chapter One-Hundred-Two

Grace's POV

On the drive back to our house, Hunter kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting on my thigh, his thumb tracing slow circles that sent little sparks through me. Every time I glanced at him, I caught him watching me, a knowing look that made my stomach flutter.

"You're thinking about tonight," he said, his voice low.

I swallowed. "Maybe."

His lips curved slightly. "Good. You should be."

The way he said it, so confident, so sure, sent a shiver down my spine. I shifted in my seat, suddenly hyper-aware of how my body responded to him.

Hunter's hand slid higher, his fingers brushing dangerously close to the apex of my thighs. "You're already wet, aren't you?"

My breath hitched. "Hunter—"

"Tell me the truth." His voice dropped. "Are you wet thinking about what I'm going to do to you?"

I pressed my thighs together, but it only made the ache worse. "Yes."

His fingers pressed harder, just for a second, before retreating. "Good girl."

I squirmed in my seat, my body thrumming with need. The rest of the drive passed in a haze of anticipation, every brush of his fingers against my skin making me jumpier, needier. I had been thinking about it since this morning. If he lived up to my dream.

By the time we pulled into the driveway, I was a live wire, my nerves humming under my skin. Hunter killed the engine but didn't move to get out. Instead, he turned to me, his eyes dark with promise.

"Inside," he said, his voice rough. "Now."

I didn't need to be told twice.

The moment we stepped through the door, Hunter was on me. His hands gripped my waist, spinning me around and pressing me against the wall. His mouth crashed down on mine, hot and demanding, his tongue sweeping in to claim me. I moaned into the kiss, my hands fisting in his shirt.

"Hunter—"

"Quiet." His hand slid up to wrap around my throat, not tight enough to cut off air, but enough to make me gasp. His thumb brushed my pulse point, feeling how fast my heart was racing. "You wanted this. You asked for it. Now you're going to take what I give you."

I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. The dominance in his voice, the way he controlled me so effortlessly, because I wanted this, needed every side of him. It sent a rush of wet heat between my legs.

His other hand slid down, inside of my yoga pants. "These need to come off. Now."

I fumbled with the waistband, pushing them down my hips along with my panties.

"Spread your legs."

"Hunter, please—"

"Shh, you'll come when I say you can come. Not before." He ran two fingers through my folds.

I whimpered, the sound desperate and needy, my hips instinctively trying to chase after his touch. He pulled the fingers away, making me groan.

"Walk."

I nearly stumbled; my legs unsteady. He caught me, steadying me with a hand on my waist. "Bedroom. Now."

I moved, hyper-aware of his presence behind me, of the way his eyes burned into my skin. By the time we reached the bedroom, I was trembling with need.

Hunter didn't let me catch my breath. The moment we were inside, he pushed me toward the bed. "Take your sweater and bra off, then get on your knees before me."

I pulled the sweater over my head, letting it drop to the floor. My bra soon followed. I watched Hunter's eyes darken as he took me in, his gaze lingering on my breasts, my stomach, the curve of my hips. I could feel the weight of his attention like a physical touch.

"On your knees," he repeated, his voice rough.

I sank to my knees in front of him, the carpet soft beneath me. Hunter stood over me, his presence breathtaking in his dominance, his control absolute. I could see the outline of his erection through his jeans, thick and demanding. My mouth watered.

"Hands behind your back," he instructed.

This was so like my dream, I almost came.

I obeyed, clasping my hands together at the small of my back, the position thrusting my chest forward. Hunter's fingers traced my collarbone, then slid down to circle one nipple, then the other. They pebbled under his touch, sensitive and aching.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his thumb brushing over the tight bud. "So responsive. So perfect."

I arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips. His other hand cupped my jaw, tilting my face up to meet his gaze.

"You are going to suck my cock."

I licked my lips, my eyes locked on the bulge in his jeans. The thought of taking him in my mouth, of tasting him again, sent another rush of heat between my legs. I wanted this. Wanted him.

Hunter's fingers slid into my hair, gripping lightly. "Open."

I parted my lips, my breath coming faster. He undid his jeans with his free hand, pushing them down just enough to free his cock. It sprang out, thick and heavy, the head already glistening. My pulse spiked at the sight of him, so hard already.

His grip in my hair tightened slightly as he guided himself to my lips. "Take me in. Slow."

I leaned forward, my tongue darting out to taste him first. The salty tang of pre-cum hit my taste buds, making me moan. His breath hissed out as I wrapped my lips around the head, swirling my tongue before taking more of him into my mouth.

"Fuck," he groaned, his fingers flexing in my hair. "Just like that."

I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper, my hands still clasped behind my back. The position left me completely at his mercy, and the thrill of it sent another wave of arousal through me. I could feel how wet I was.

Hunter's hips rolled forward, feeding me more of his length. "Relax your throat," he instructed, his voice rough.

I did as he said, focusing on the weight of him on my tongue, the way his fingers guided my movements. He didn't rush me, letting me set the pace at first, but I could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap.

"That's it," he groaned. "You look so fucking perfect like this."

The words sent a shiver down my spine. I moaned around him, the vibration making his grip tighten.

"Enough. You learn too fast."

He pulled back, his cock slipping from my lips with a wet pop. I gasped, my lips swollen, my body thrumming with need. Before I could react, he was lifting me, tossing me onto the bed. I bounced slightly on the mattress, my breath coming in short pants as I watched him strip off.

"Stay just like that," he ordered, his voice dark with command. "Don't move."

I froze, my legs still slightly spread from where I'd landed, my chest heaving. Hunter's eyes raked over me, lingering on the glistening wetness between my thighs, the way my nipples stood hard and begging for his touch.

"God, you're perfect," he growled, climbing onto the bed, bracing himself over me, his cock brushing against my stomach as he lowered his mouth to mine.

The kiss was possessive. His tongue swept in, claiming me as his hands finally found my breasts, squeezing just hard enough to make me gasp. His teeth grazed my lower lip before he pulled back, his breath hot against my skin.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he murmured, his lips trailing down my neck. "How fucking crazy you make me."

I arched into him, my hands finally free to grip his shoulders. "Show me."

His chuckle was dark. "Oh, I will."

His mouth found my nipple, sucking hard enough to make me cry out. His teeth scraped lightly before he soothed the sting with his tongue. My back bowed off the bed, my fingers tangling in his hair as he moved to the other breast, giving it the same treatment.

"Hunter, please—"

"Shh." His hand slid down my stomach, his fingers teasing through my folds but not entering. "You'll get what you need when I say you get it."

I whimpered, my hips lifting instinctively, trying to chase his touch. But his hand pressed down on my stomach, pinning me to the bed.

"Patience."

His fingers finally slid inside me, two thick digits stretching me as his thumb found my clit. I gasped, my inner walls clenching around him as he curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside me that made my vision blur.

He groaned against my skin. "So wet for me."

His fingers pumped in and out, slowly, his thumb working my clit in tight circles. The dual sensation had me panting, my nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure coiled tight in my stomach.

Then, he was moving down my body, his shoulders pushing my thighs apart. His tongue dragged through my folds as I thrashed beneath him.

"Hunter—"

"Quiet." His hands gripped my thighs, holding me open as his mouth found my clit. He sucked hard, sending another jolt of pleasure through my sensitive flesh. "You taste like heaven."

I moaned, my hands flying to his hair as he devoured me. His tongue was relentless, his fingers joining again, stretching me, preparing me. I could feel my orgasm building already, my body wound tight as a bowstring.

But then he was gone, pulling back with a growl. "Enough."

I whimpered at the loss, my body aching for release. Hunter climbed up my body, bracing himself over me again. His cock pressed against my entrance, thick and demanding.

"Look at me," he ordered.

I forced my heavy lids open, meeting his dark, hungry gaze.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice rough with possession. "Say it."

"I'm yours."

His hips rolled forward, the head of his cock breaching me. "Again."

"I'm yours," I gasped, my nails digging into his arms as he pushed inside.

He bottomed out with a groan, his forehead pressing to mine as he gave me a moment to adjust to his size. I could feel every inch of him, stretching me, filling me completely.

"Fuck, Grace," he breathed, his lips brushing mine.

Then he was moving, his hips snapping forward in hard, punishing thrusts that stole my breath. The bed creaked beneath us, the sound mixing with our ragged breaths and the wet slap of skin on skin.

"Harder," I gasped, my legs wrapping around his waist. "Please, Hunter—"

His hand slid up to grip my throat, not tight enough to cut off air, but enough to make my pulse race. His thumb pressed against my pulse point as his hips pistoned, driving into me with a force that had me seeing stars.

"Is this what you wanted?" he growled, his voice rough with effort. "Me losing control? Fucking you like I own you?"

"Yes," I cried, my nails raking down his back. "Yes, just like that—"

His free hand found my clit, his fingers working me in tight, punishing circles as he fucked me through another orgasm. My body clenched around him, my back arching off the bed as pleasure tore through me.

Hunter groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as his own release built. "Fuck, Grace—I can't—"

"Yes," I gasped, my legs locking around him.

That was all it took. With a shout, he buried himself deep, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside me. I could feel every hot jet, the way his body tensed above mine.

One thought was on my mind—I came without his approval…