Page 49 of Heart of the Hunter (Band of Bastards #3)

A nora was helpless in Hunter’s hands.

Her entire body felt boneless, and she melted the moment he touched her.

She had every intention of exploring his body the same way he had explored hers the night by the stream.

Every part of him was magnificent from his smoldering eyes to his broad shoulders, narrow hips, and especially his jutting manhood.

She’d gotten a glimpse of him in the moonlight the other night, but to see him in all his glory was breathtaking.

She’d wanted to do a slow exploration of his entire body, but wasn’t disappointed when he forced her to relinquish control and told her she could touch him even more, but later.

In truth, she started burning for him the moment he was naked and laid out before her, her core pulsed in anticipation of what was to come, and her body ached to be touched by him.

He lifted one of her arms to loosen the ties that pulled the sleeve tight from her elbow to her wrist, then did the same with the other.

She watched in fascination as he carefully and methodically loosened all of the ties on her gown and slid it up her body.

She sat up to help pull it over her head, emboldened when she heard the hiss of his indrawn breath when she was fully bared to him.

“My God, you’re beautiful,” he said in awe. He reached for her plait, gently pulled it over her shoulder and tugged on the bit of ribbon tied at the end. When she reached up to comb her fingers through the braid to loosen it, he stopped her. “Let me. I’ve imagined this for so long.”

He treated her with as much care as a precious piece of jewelry as he freed her hair from the braid, slowly running his fingers through the strands until it hung loose and cascaded over her shoulders in long waves.

When he was done, he sat back and looked at her, his eyes roving slowly from her head down to her legs, setting fire to her skin with the intensity of his gaze.

“You said you were at my command,” she said with a grin, “and if I recall, I commanded you to ravish me.” She reached for him, and he settled his body over her hers, every part of him pressing deliciously against her.

“As you wish, my demanding angel.” He nuzzled her neck, and she let out a long sigh of contentment.

The four days since he’d touched her last seemed like an eternity ago, and her body had been wound tight since, waiting for him to touch her again. She buried her fingers in his hair and laughed unexpectedly when he nibbled a ticklish spot under her chin.

“Kiss me,” she commanded when he hovered his face over hers, smiling as she laughed. He obeyed and licked softly along the contour of her upper lip, then covered her mouth with his as their tongues tangled.

She was breathless by the time his lips left hers to track kisses down her neck as his hand slid over her hip and up her ribs to cup her breast. Her back arched and she gasped as his mouth closed over her nipple and the rough pad of his tongue laved the sensitive skin.

She squirmed under his touch as her entire body ached to feel his hands on every part of her.

He didn’t make her wait. He brushed his hand lightly over her belly then lower as she parted her thighs.

A sigh escaped her lips as cupped the center of her, applying pressure to her mound with his palm as his fingers caressed along the slick folds of her sex.

She pressed into his hand and was rewarded when he slid the pad of his finger over the throbbing bud that demanded his attention.

She slowly rolled her hips as ripples of pleasure pulsed through her core.

He slid a finger deep inside her and she gasped as her body pulsed around it.

When he slid a second finger inside her, stretching and massaging, she arched her back a let out a rapturous moan.

He pumped his hand in a steady rhythm as his thumb rubbed circles at the hard nub hidden in the folds.

Delicious currents of pleasure radiated from her center as he continued the sweet torment.

A protest parted her lips when he pulled his hand away from her until his mouth covered her center and his tongue pressed into her, swirling deliciously until she cried out as the friction exploded into waves of white-hot pleasure radiating through her body.

He lifted his head to look at her, a wicked grin on his face and she laughed with delight.

He kissed her belly, then the valley between her breasts, each of her nipples, her neck and finally her lips as he covered her body with his.

The thick ridge of his cock was nestled against her, the heat of it radiating as it pulsed against her stomach.

“I want more of you, Hunter,” she gasped. “I can’t get enough of you.”

He leaned his weight on to his elbows as he smoothed his hands over her head to pull her hair away from her face. “I am yours, angel,” he said as he looked into her eyes.

Emotion overwhelmed her and she felt her eyes begin to well.

She’d heard women whisper and giggle about the pleasures to be found in the arms of a lover, but she’d not been prepared for the way her heart swelled, and her soul ached for him.

She couldn’t seem to get close enough to him, and even with every part of him touching every part of her, it wasn’t enough.

“Love me, Hunter,” she whispered. “Love me before I perish with need.”

“As you command,” he said and lowered his mouth over hers.

He pulled at her lip with his teeth, then swept his tongue against hers as he slid a hand over her hip and down to her thigh.

He clasped her leg under the knee and pulled it up to his waist so he could settle deeper between her parted thighs.

He lifted his hips and guided the tip of his cock into the slick folds, and she sighed her contentment at the wondrous feel of him slowly stretching her.

She flinched at the slight stinging sensation, and he immediately lifted his hips as he continued to nip at her lips with his teeth and caress her tongue with his own.

She didn’t want him to retreat. She wanted him inside her, but he hovered his hips just above her.

She slid her hands over his back and down to his muscular backside and pressed to let him know what she wanted.

His lips kissed a path from her mouth to her neck as he slid inside her and pumped his hips slowly and carefully up and down.

Her body adapted to the fullness of his thick shaft filling her as he pushed a little farther with each thrust.

“Oh, God, Hunter, that’s good,” she said in a hoarse whisper as he thrust deep and buried himself inside her. She bent her knees and lifted her legs high around his waist, loving the feel of his body interlocked with hers.

He skimmed one hand over her ribs and hooked her arm to stretch it up over her head. Then he did the same with his other hand so that her arms were bent around her head. Then he put his hands over hers and intertwined their fingers.

She was trapped beneath him, caged in by his arms with his hands pinning hers to the mattress, and his face hovered above hers. She tipped her head back and gasped her pleasure.

“Look at me, Anora,” he growled above her.

She did as he commanded, and their eyes met as he rocked into her faster and harder.

Her lips parted with sounds of pleasure, her back arched, and her body tightened and pulsed around him as he brought her closer and closer to ecstasy, the intensity of their lovemaking increased by the intimate connection of their locked gazes.

He was beautiful. His hazel eyes glittered between his dark lashes, his expression was hungry, and his lips were parted as he watched her. His hands tightened around hers as the muscles in his neck strained, but still he didn’t look away.

Her eyelids fluttered as the pleasure coiled and swirled low in her belly and her head tipped back as she started to lose herself to the exquisiteness of it all.

His mouth dropped to her neck as her head fell to the side and he sucked hard at the sensitive skin below her ear.

She gasped with how wonderful it felt, and her cries increased as he moved in her, increasing the tempo until shards of light exploded inside her and radiated through her body, down her legs to her toes and up her arms to her fingers, still intertwined with Hunter’s.

She let out a long, lusty sigh of pleasure as Hunter groaned and buried himself deep inside her, then slowly collapsed on top of her. His cock pulsed slowly inside her and the waves of pleasure became gentler as her body melted into the mattress.

“Am I hurting you?” Hunter asked, the words muffled against her neck.

“No.” She arched and wriggled below him. “I don’t ever want you to move.”

“Good,” he said as he nuzzled her ear with his nose. “Because I don’t think I can move.”