Page 199 of My Treasured Obsession

He agreed with a low hum. “Nothing has ever felt this right, baby.”

Me and him.

Itwasthe most cosmically veracious thing ever.

I grabbed his hand, kissing the lines engraved in his palm.

From the very start, this was our destiny. We were fated. Written in the stars.

Hunter helped guide me as I rode him. He kept one hand on my hip and the other around my neck like a leash. I loved his protective and possessive clasp.

We rocked in perfect unity like waves moving together in a vast body of water. He watched me in utmost fascination—the way my breasts swayed, the way my fingers dug into his chest, the way my face transformed under our lovemaking. He gazed atme the same way Leander did Hero in that painting he bought me. Undone and so in love with his woman.

“You’re so beautiful, Gabriela,” he rasped, glancing up at me in worship. “I can stare at you for all eternity and never tire.”

The compliment bloomed inside of me like a midnight flower.

I kissed him, drinking in his coarse groans and praise, letting his essence bleed into my soul like ink words on parchment.

Shivers feathered down my spine. Blue gazes tangled and anchored each other. Senseless sounds fell past the seam of our mouths, growing in decibels. Making love to Hunter before the fireplace was the most romantic and erotic moment of my life.

It felt like all our cards were on the table. All our naked truths revealed.

We kissed and touched and mumbled all sorts of admissions.

I love you. I love you. I love you, Gabriela. Sei…tutto…per me.

I love you. Ti amo. So much, Hunter. With all my heart.

In the midst of making out, with my long red hair curtained around us and cocooning us in a blissful bubble, I reached completion, pulsing and echoing nonsensical words against Hunter’s wet lips.

I held on to him, our skins glistening with sweat and our breathing harsh. With all my senses overwhelmed, I blacked out for a few seconds.

I returned to reality when Hunter drew soothing circles on my back. “How are you feeling?”

Face tucked in the crook of his neck, I smiled and grazed my lips against his flesh, tasting the salt from his perspiration. “Fantastic.” I lifted my head enough to glance at him. “And like I’ll never have enough of you.”

A cocky smirk graced his lips. Fuck, he was so sexy. “Luckily for you, we’re far from done.”

He eased me off of him with strong, capable hands, his cock still hard and now shining wet with my arousal. We both groaned at the loss of him inside of me.

Hunter quickly switched our positions so now I lay on my back, with him looming above me. He studied my face with a nondescript expression and pushed aside the strands sticking to my forehead.

“Sometimes I look at you”—he brushed his mouth against my kiss-swollen lips—“and feel overwhelmed, grateful, and awed that you exist…and that I get to experience you, Gabriela.”

Be still, my heart. “Hunter.”

“It’s the truth.” He laid soft kisses all over my face in veneration. “I love you so much. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“I love you so much.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “And I don’t know what I would do without you either,amore mio.”

We sealed the sentiments with a long kiss. Hunter was rooted right here in my heart. Planted like a seed. Growing every day and taking up all the space until I was certain one day I wouldn’t be able to remember what life was like before him.

Stormy eyes riveted on me, Hunter painted his kisses down my neck and breasts, shaping the undersides with his hands as he tongued my nipples and sucked them hungrily. His stubble abraded me in a pleasurable manner. My hands curled in his broad shoulders as plaintive whines spilled out of me. Hunter’s smirk stamped down my taut stomach and paused over my mound, hovering a scant inch away from my swollen clit.

“Please,” I begged him.

His thumb ran over my slit, collecting my wetness. “Please what?”