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Fierce(55)

By:Clarissa Wild


I love the way he looks at me.

Snatching one of my legs, he puts his lips on my foot, surprising me. He kisses all the way up to my ankle, and then drags his lips to my calves. From there his tongue comes out to play, sliding up to my thigh. It’s the most exquisite thing I’ve ever felt.

“You sure about this, Leafy?” he says, kissing my thigh, setting me ablaze.

“Yes,” I whimper.

He muffles a laugh, but it sounds more like a groan, making me all hot and bothered. “Here I come,” he says with a husky voice.

He pushes himself up on his elbows and crawls right on top of me. I’m still completely dressed, but he feels amazing. I don’t care about anything anymore.

Hunter has me by the shoulder and his other hand slides down my side to my ass, cupping it. He squeezes, hard, and crashes his lips into mine. I’ve been waiting for this since the moment he last took his lips off mine. God, it feels amazing.

My fingers drift through his hair, grasping him so he’s closer. His hot mouth is so magnetizing. Our lips are raw, wet, and going numb from frenzied kisses, and I love it.

He’s still wearing pants, and he rubs his leg against my thigh. He sucks on my bottom lip and nibbles on it as he undulates against me, making me feel his hard-on.

I struggle to get my glasses off and place them on the cabinet beside us. He’s lying partially on top of me, his strong leg pushing up against my thigh. As it grazes my panties, I moan softly, and he bites his lip when he hears.

“You sound so fucking sexy when you do that,” he whispers. “Makes me want to put my hands all over you.” On his face is a cocky smile, like that of a boy who’s proud he could make me squirm.

I love it.

His rabid kisses across my neck make me writhe. My hands drift over his rigid back, nails digging into his skin. He groans as I push my body up to meet his in a desperate attempt to be closer.

“I’m your first,” he says in between his kisses.

I’m not sure whether it’s a question or a statement, so I nod.

His fingers drift from my ass to my hips, and then slowly creep under my dress. I gasp, shocks coursing through my body as he crawls under my dress, nudging it up. The moment he reaches my panties, I hold my breath.

“You’ve never done this before, have you?” he whispers, nibbling my ear while frantically rubbing himself against me.

“No,” I say in between breaths.

He chuckles, but it sounds more like a partial groan. “All the more fun for me.”

His hot mouth crushes mine again, and it’s so delicious I’m overcome with pure wantonness. I’m starting to feel possessed by him.

Moisture builds up between my folds as he pushes my wet dress over my panties and his hands make contact with my belly. It feels so good, and yet so dirty at the same time.

In a rush, he lifts my dress up and pulls it over my head, grunting.

A flush appears on my skin, and my hands immediately cover up my bra and panties. I still feel uncomfortable baring it all to him, to anyone for that matter. I’m so new to this, and yet I want it, too. Conflicting emotions take control of me.

“You’re still scared,” he says, throwing my dress across the room.

His eyes swipe over my body in one quick motion, and he bites his lip. “Why are you hiding? Are you ashamed of your body?”

“No. I’m just not used to this. I’ve never done this before.”

“So no other guy has ever seen you like this?”

I shake my head, still clenching my own arms.

A devilish smile lightens his face. “Trust me, you look fucking hot.”

I hide my smile by sucking on my lips, because I feel embarrassed by his compliment.

Suddenly, Hunter grabs my wrists. It takes him no effort at all to push them away from my chest and pin them above my head. “You wanted it. I’m doing what you asked,” he says.

He kisses my sternum, his hands drifting down to my breasts. The moment he reaches them, I take in a sharp breath. He waits, his eyes hungrily seeking my permission. I close my eyes and lick my lips, ready for more.

As he cups them, I moan with desire. He voraciously kneads them, taking pleasure in the fact that he’s the first. I can see it in his eyes, that boyish, gratified look. All my sensitive spots are on fire.

He groans, nudging down my bra in an attempt to free my breasts from their cups. “I want to see you,” he murmurs.

Kissing the nape of my neck, he pulls down my bra and exposes my nipples. I feel blatantly laid bare, but at the same time I want to give myself to him. To let him be the one to see and feel me this way. To experience this with him.

He moans inside his mouth as he works his way down my chest to my nipples. When his lips touch the peaks, I squirm and scrunch up the blanket with my fingers.