Page 66 of My Treasured Obsession

“I want you to touch me.” My arms tightened their hold around his shoulders as I ground our cores together to make him understand what I meant. The gesture elicited a rough grunt from his throat. “Please. Even if it’s only for tonight.”

The hand holding and stolen glances weren’t enough to tide me over until the next sunrise. I needed this—him—so badly.

If Hunter was bothered by the fact that I saidonly for tonight, he didn’t comment on it. Though the slight narrowing of his eyes spoke volumes. My heart and soul were no longer a currency I bartered with, unfortunately.

My body was the only thing I was willing to give.

If Hunter wanted it, he could have it.

Against my lips, he murmured, “Why, baby?”

God, the wordbabyin his deep, husky voice was so perfect. I could listen to it on an endless loop. That andsweetheartanddolland every other term of endearment he bestowed upon me.

“You know why,” I mumbled, my face flushed with warmth.

He’d already given me so much tonight with the picturesque date, plucked straight from my dreams. The picnic, the presents, the stars. It was everything to me. I’d cherish this night even when I was old and grey, remembering that there was someone, once in my life, who’d given me something so monumental.

This beautiful man had treated me so kindly and I was still processing the magnitude of this action. I would probably continue to do so for days to come.

Ending the night by giving in to this insane attraction that had been budding since the moment on the terrace many moons ago would be the cherry on top of the cake.

And maybe it was selfish of me to ask for a little bit more, but I couldn’t help it.

Especially when I knew Hunter was on the same page as me. I could feel the evidence of his growing arousal between the juncture of my thighs. It was thick, hard, and from what I felt, so fuckingbig.

He wanted this just as bad as I did.

“Tell me.” He dropped pecks along my jawline until he reached the skin behind my ear, where the cursiveRtattoo for my queen moniker was inked. He kissed it and whispered in my ear, “I want to hear you say it, Gabriela.”

I was unravelling at the ends like a loose ribbon. I wanted him. I needed him. There was no more lying, no more hiding. He had to know the truth.

“Because”—I choked on a moan when he bit the skin at the underside of my jaw and tilted my head back, granting himaccess to my neck so he could continue showering me with his intoxicating kisses—“when I’m lying in my sheets at night, it’syouI think about as I touch myself.” He froze and I grasped his face, letting him see the sincerity in my expression. “And I always come so hard, Hunter.” I brushed his lips with mine. “Every. Single. Time.”

The atmosphere shifted with something utterly carnal.

I had a split second to witness the darkening in Hunter’s eyes and the clenching of his jaw before he flipped us over in a smooth movement. I landed on my back and he hovered on top of me, pinning me under the weight of his muscles.

“Fuck, baby,” he growled, drinking my gasp with a hot kiss. “You want to hear a secret?”

I wanted to hear all his secrets. “Y-yes.”

His stubble tickled my cheek as he dragged his lips across my skin before positioning them at my ear to avow, “I do the same every night, fucking myself to your memory before falling asleep and dreaming of you.”

My head spun with the imagery of Hunter’s naked, mouth-watering body stretched in his bed, the sheets bunched around his waist, his cock wrapped in his fist as he fucked himself earnestly.

I yanked on his hair until his face rose above mine once more, his barrel chest bowing with his inhales and exhales.

“Show me,” I said. “I want to see.”

The glow from the citronella candles eliminated some of the shadows on his face, and his eyes widened at my request. A feral quality overtook his features right before he kissed me hard like a man who’d reached the end of his rope.

His deep groans and my soft moans melted together in a chorus that rivalled the song of the crashing waves beyond us. I felt like I was drowning underwater with only Hunter as my lifeline. I held him tight, my legs wrapped around his waist andmy heels crossing over his back. His hands twisted in my hair as he sipped from my mouth greedily, his hips rocking between mine in a motion that made me see stars behind my closed lids, my very own constellation ignited by this extraordinary man.

My body was on fire and my clit throbbed, every thrust of his bulge against my thong-covered pussy pushing me to a new precipice. My restless fingers dove for the buttons of his shirt, undoing them in record time.

Hunter pushed away enough to allow me to rip his black dress shirt down his arms, his muscles flexing with the motion. When he sat back on his knees, the candles momentarily flickered as a light breeze sailed past before they settled into their full flame and allowed me to stare my fill.

I raised myself on my elbows and blinked a few times, my jaw falling slack.