Page 80 of Haunting the Hunter

I nod slowly, breath catching as I watch him, waiting.

He returns to me, placing his hands on my knees and slowly pushing them apart. My body reacts before I can think, my thighs falling open for him…

“Kiss me,” I whisper, my voice a plea.

He leans over me, his mouth devouring mine. My hips arch up, desperate for friction, and he tangles a hand in my hair, pulling tight as I feel him reach into his jeans and free himself.

He bites my lip gently as his other hand trails under my dress, shoving it up further. He slides my panties aside and presses his fingers against me, and I jolt at the contact, whining.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growls against my lips, fingers circling my clit, and I cry out, pushing into them, my hands curling against the belt.

He pulls his fingers away and I make a sound of denial at the loss. He lines himself up, rubbing the thick head against me. My breath shutters. Fuck… He’s huge. The ridges catch and I whimper.

“Tell me you want me.” His voice is rough with desire.

I gasp, lost in the moment, trying to arch my hips for more…

He teases me—just the tip pressing in—

“I want to hear you say it, Callisto.” He says my name like a purr and my body trembles.

“I want you,” I breathe, meeting his eyes so he can see the truth in my own.

His face darkens as he thrusts, filling me slowly, inch by inch. The ridges stretch me further than anything I’ve ever taken, one at a time. I moan loudly, the sound echoing throughout the room. He pulls at my hair, using it to arch my neck before sinking his teeth into the soft flesh. He thrusts deep and slow, until I can take all of him to the hilt.

He moans, the sound not low like I would expect… It comes out high—almost a whimper into my ear as he pushes fully inside of me.

It sets my body on fire.

“Rub my clit—please,” I beg, squirming under him.

He lifts himself up, hand sliding down my body until two fingers find the perfect spot, his rhythm never faltering. His cock fills me so completely, every ridge dragging against my walls.

“Fuck—I’m coming. Don’t stop. Please,” I plead, my voice a trembling mess as my thighs shake.

He doesn’t.

He grabs my hips, lifting them higher and slamming into me hard enough to make the table groan beneath us. His breath pants against my ear, ragged and desperate, and then I feel him pulse inside me—filling me in a way that feels possessive, like a claim. I cry out as the heat spills over, coating my thighs with his cum.

He slowly pulls out, then reaches up and breaks the belt binding my wrists. He drags me into him as he kisses my forehead, his breaths still as unsteady as my own.

My bag buzzes and I blink, reality crashing back into me.

It’s my phone.

Jack.

My stomach sinks with a feeling of dread as I fumble for it, answering, my words shaky.

“Hello?”

His voice is low and clipped with worry.

“You need to get home. Now.”

CHAPTER 25

CADE