Page 87 of The Hunter

With my eyes trained on his, I slowly dropped to my knees.

The air cracked with tension as I curled my fingers around the waistband of his sweats and tugged them down. His cock sprang free, and my mouth watered at the sight of him.

I wrapped my hand around him and admired how his lips parted, how he fought to hold still.

This was so different from any other time I’d been on my knees. This wasn’t about submission. It wasn’t about reminding me who was in control. Wasn’t about invoking fear.

This was about power.Mypower. And my god, as I looked at Henry’s face, at his barely restrained need, I’d never felt more powerful.

Licking my lips, I brought my mouth up to him, the air between us thick with need. When I dragged my tongue along his shaft, a guttural moan slipped from his throat.

“Ariana.”

The way he said my name wrecked me. Made me want to do everything in my power to keep hearing him utter my name in that same tone.

I swirled my tongue around his tip before taking him deeper, inch by inch, my pace completely unhurried. As if he were a five-course meal and I planned on savoring every last bite.

He let me lead, tangling his fingers in my hair and massaging my scalp as he rocked his hips with the rhythm I set.

“You should see yourself right now, princess. How damn beautiful you look on your knees with your mouth full of my cock.”

I moaned around him, his praise lighting me up in ways I didn’t expect. I rubbed my thighs together, hoping to dull the ache, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more friction.

I spread my thighs and pushed my panties to the side.

Would he be okay with this? Would he want me to do this?

Just as quickly as the thought came to mind, I pushed it down, reminding myself that Henry wasn’t Victor. I didn’t need Henry’s permission to do anything. If I wanted to touch myself, I was going to touch myself.

I brought a finger to my clit and moved in slow, teasing circles against the swollen nub. I sensed the moment Henry realized what I was doing. A broken curse fell from his lips and his fingers dug deeper into my hair, his hips bucking harder.

“My god, woman. Are you trying to kill me? Touching yourself while sucking my cock? Do you know what a goddamn turn on that is?”

I moaned again as I slid a finger inside me. His grip on my head tightened, and he thrust into my mouth with more force.

I looked up at him, wide-eyed, not afraid.

Empowered.

And then he pulled back.

“Sorry,” he exhaled, his voice ragged. “I shouldn’t?—”

“Put your hands back,” I whispered. “Hold my face and use my mouth.”

His eyes darkened with something primal, possessive, and tender all at once.

“Ariana…”

“I want it,” I assured him. “I want you.”

He let out something between a groan and a roar, and his hands were on me again, bracing my head just the way I asked.He thrust in deep, the tip nudging the back of my throat. I loosened my jaw and breathed in through my nose.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Relax for me. Such a good fucking girl.”

I moaned, the obscene wet sounds of my lips on his dick and the slick slide of my fingers in my cunt pushing me higher and higher until my thighs trembled, my heart raced, and my core clenched.

When he tightened his grasp on my face and hit the back of my throat, that was all it took, an orgasm slamming through me, every inch of me throbbing and shaking.