Page 28 of Hunt Me (The Skulls #1)

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Fauna

M y breaths are short, and my heart is beating so fast that I can practically feel it in my ears.

I feel weightless.

I feel so fucking good.

Through heavy eyelids, I take in Ruaridh ’ s unruly look. His hair stands up in different directions from where I must have had my hands running through it at some point. The small signs of blood appearing through the skin on his shoulders have me pausing.

I feel myself blush as I watch the bloody half-moons, all exactly where I had my fingertips gripping hold of him whilst I was riding through the best orgasm of my life. And the fact that I don ’ t feel in the slightest bit guilty has me unable to meet Ruaridh ’ s gaze in shame.

He notices because, of course, he does and gently brings a hand up towards my face.

My hip mourns the loss of his brutal touch, needing it to return like I can ’ t function without it.

But the way his forefinger tenderly nudges my chin upwards, silently encouraging me to lift my gaze, has me leaning into his comforting touch.

‘ You okay, baby? ’ he asks, his voice so soft and caring.

How is this man, the man covered in hell's tattoos and looking like some form of post-apocalyptic weapon, so attentive?

All sorts of emotions begin to rise within me, and I only want to deal with them in one way.

I launch myself forward, my hands sliding around to grip the back of his head as I crash my lips into his.

He groans as we each fight for dominance, dancing around who is taking control as my tongue slips between his lips.

I feel my lips lift in a smirk as I feel him begin to lose command beneath me. Ruaridh controlled me and led me through my release. Now, it ’ s my turn to do the same for him.

I lift my hips slightly, shifting my weight into my knees as I bring my hands down to his waistband. Not letting my lips leave him, my fingers fumble for the buttons of his cargo trousers as I undo them, tugging impatiently at the fabric to signal for him to lift his hips.

Ruaridh complies, and I can ’ t help myself when I whisper into his ear like he did to me.

‘ Good boy. ’

Ruaridh ’ s eyes widen before his head tips backwards as he releases a guttural groan. ‘ Fuck, baby. Don ’ t do this to me. I won ’ t be able to last. ’

I giggle, wholly satisfied with myself, as I tug his trousers down his thick thighs.

Earlier, when I said that his dick was nothing special, I was lying. Lying so fucking bad because the way his hard length stands between us is spectacular. Spectacularly huge, for that matter.

I bite my lip, looking down.

It has been a damn long time since anything more significant than my fingers have been inside of me. There haven ’ t been many opportunities to stop by a sex shop on our travels, and any vibrators or dildos we came across were not to be trusted when we stumbled across them.

Ruaridh is huge, but I can ’ t find it in me to feel anything other than borderline desperation to feel him inside me.

A pearl of precum beads at the head of his dick, and I need to taste it.

My hand moves forward, taking hold of his thick length as I pump my fist around his shaft. On the third time that my fist reaches the head of his length, instead of moving back down, I stop, allowing my thumb to unravel from the way I have him fisted and draw it across the bead of precum.

Ruaridh lets out a whooshed breath, and I bring my thumb up to my mouth, sucking it between my lips.

I allow my gaze to flick up to meet his own, and the way he looks at me right now is nothing short of feral.

Saltiness bursts across my taste buds, and I allow my eyes to roll backwards as I hum a moan of pleasure. It feels so right being here, on top of him with the taste of his cum in my mouth.

I look back at Ruaridh, finding those forest-green eyes wholly on me. I pull my thumb from between my lips, and it releases with a pop.

He is on me in seconds.

The room echoes with my scream of surprise as he pulls me towards him. His skin is scorching hot as I press against his hard chest. His abs are sculpted under my touch, only adding to the heat spreading to my centre.

Ruaridh slips his hands beneath my waistband, and before I can register what he is doing, my legs are in the air between us.

‘ What the—’ I begin to protest, but the sudden cool air touching my clit has me startled. Overcome with the intense sensation.

Just as I think I ’ m getting used to the sudden change, Ruaridh brings me back to the edge and blows a stream of cool air onto my centre.

Fuck how can something so simple feel so good?

His palms massage my thighs, keeping them spread wide for him, and I can ’ t find an ounce of shame within me as I watch him devour me with his gaze.

‘ Look at this pretty pussy, Fauna. Is it going to take me? ’

‘ Oh God, ’ I pant.

Ruaridh chuckles, the sound satanic. ‘ Don ’ t go praying to your apocalypse gods again; they can ’ t save you now. ’

If those destructive bastards made an appearance right now, I would beat them back into another century. Nothing can ruin this experience for me.

‘ Nope, erm no, ’ I mumble and he blows again, causing my spine to arch. ‘ Fuck, ’ I moan.

The room spins as I ’ m pulled back upright, but now, instead of being sat straddling Ruaridh ’ s hips, he has me hovering above him. In the perfect position for me to sink down on top of his hard cock.

I whimper at the sight.

‘ You ’ re the most gorgeous thing I ’ ve ever seen, Fauna. ’ Ruaridh says as his eyes drop between us, and he slowly guides me down on top of his length.

The hard tip of him nudges at my entrance, but there isn ’ t much resistance; I ’ m so wet that he slips through my folds, aligning with my entrance.

He looks at me, eyes as deep as a forest as he searches my own. And I kiss him, giving him all the permission he was looking for.

The intrusion is foreign; I ’ m not used to something so big, and it stings slightly as I stretch around him. But the sensation quickly morphs into an intense pleasure that I need more of.

So.

Much.

More.

I wriggle in his grip, trying to push myself down faster, but the hold he has on my outer thighs is too strong.

‘ My little deer is a greedy girl, ’ he sucks on my bottom lip.

Yes, I fucking am.

‘ I need more, ’ I beg.

‘ Shh, baby. You need time to adjust. ’

Ruaridh ’ s talking sense, and I know it.

Although I enjoy pain, it would probably be too much of a sudden adjustment to move so quickly for the first time in so long, but my lust-filled brain is disagreeing and does not want to listen to reason.

Instead, she is one horny bitch that needs to be fucked hard and fast by this sinfully hot man.

His hold continues to guide me down until I find myself fully seated on top of him. And because I need more, I grind down further, tilting my hips so that I feel him so deep inside of me.

‘ Fuck, ’ Ruaridh grits out, his fingers digging into my thighs. ‘ It ’ s been a while, baby. Go easy on me. ’

My head darts up at his confession, seeing the truth in his expression. Warmth blooms across my chest, and I feel the smile creep across my face.

Someone with a notorious reputation like Ruaridh and with everything being a Skull entails, I ’ d never thought too much about what their sex life would be like.

But judging by his performance earlier, how he brought me here and straight into the shower, a little part of me thought it was all too seamless to be a one-off for him.

I didn ’ t want to give those thoughts much time or attention because if I did, they would spiral into something I couldn ’ t spend time on.

But just now, with the lightness I feel upon his confession, I realise how much I needed to hear it.

How much I had been secretly begging that I wasn ’ t just another woman to add to a Skulls ’ conquests.

Ruaridh lifts me slightly, then slams me back down on top of him.

‘ Fuckk, ’ I moan, gripping onto his shoulders for stability.

‘ I needed to wipe that smug grin off your face, ’ he nips at my earlobe. ‘ You looked far too full of yourself. ’

‘ What if I am, ’ I challenge.

‘ Then I ’ d say you deserve to be. ’ I ’ m about to point out the contradiction, but he cuts me off before I can start. ‘ After I ’ ve thoroughly fucked you. ’

He guides my hips again, forcing me down onto his cock. The slight tilt to my hips has his length hitting a sweet spot inside of me, and I see stars.

‘ You okay, baby? I can ’ t hold back much longer. ’ His eyes are soft with concern, and it makes me believe that if I weren ’ t okay right now then he would stop. But fuck, right now, I never want to stop.

‘ Fuck me, Ruaridh. ’

And with that statement, all of the self-control he had before snaps as he flips me over onto my back beneath him. My stomach flutters with the sheer dominance of it and I relax into the sofa beneath me, allowing this powerful man to have complete control.

He pulls out of me, taking hold of his length, looking down at me with a look of pure lust written across his face.

His gaze looks between my legs, and I gasp when he uses the grip on his cock to smack against my clit.

Ruaridh repeats the act, then guides himself across my bundle of nerves in the most torturous way.

I squirm in protest, but unimpressed, he grips my thighs, pulling them wide and pushing them into the sofa. The position leaves nothing between us, and I am bared fully open to him.

Ruaridh spits onto my pussy, and his hard cock drives inside of me in one hard thrust.

If I had room to move, I would be arching off of the sofa, but his calloused hands continue to push into my thighs, preventing me from moving an inch.

God, this position has him going deeper inside me than I thought possible, and Ruaridh must feel it too as he continues to praise me.

‘ Fuck, baby. You feel fucking amazing. ’ He places a kiss to my lips, ‘ I ’ m so deep right now. ’ Our foreheads touch, ‘ Do you feel me? Filling your pretty pussy? ’