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Shattered King(87)

By:Sherilee Gray


“Hunter?” I whispered.

“I’m still pissed at you, Lulu. Fucking pissed. I thought I’d lost you today, thought I’d be collecting your body, not finding you in one piece. I’m fucking over the moon that you knew I’d move heaven and earth to get you back. But whatever you’ve got planned in that head of yours, whatever shit you’ve convinced yourself is a good enough reason for you to leave me? I won’t fucking allow it.”

Relief near overwhelmed me. I’d been terrified I’d irreparably broken us. But here he was again, fighting for me. Letting me know he wasn’t letting me go. His hand moved up my stomach to my breast. His fingers got to work on my nipple, pinching and gently tugging. I gasped.

“You and Josh belong here with me. You leave, I’m coming after you again, and I’m dragging your ass back.” He nipped my lower lip. “And I’ll keep doing it, you fucking hear me?”

I reached up and ran my hands over his chest. “I was going to leave,” I admitted. He sucked in a harsh breath, big body going rock solid. “But I changed my mind.”

He didn’t move, just stared at me through the darkness.

My hands continued to roam his chest. “The night I came out and found you on the couch, Josh asleep on you. That was the night I decided to stay.”

He dropped fully on top of me and I wrapped my arms and legs around him, hanging on tight. His mouth came down on mine. He kissed me deep, tongue hot against mine, cutting off anything else I wanted to say.

He pulled back a little. “I need to fuck you, babe. Now,” he said against my lips. “You ready for me? That pussy nice and wet? Cause I can’t wait.”

“Yes.” I was always ready for him. Always.

That was all he needed to hear. He tilted his hips back, thrusting his hard cock deep inside me. My neck arched, fingers digging into his muscled back, and I cried out. He started to pound into me instantly, relentless, hard and fast, no warming up. Perfect. I hung on, absorbed every thrust, took what he needed to give, and loved every minute of it.

His grunts were deep and raspy, filling my head. God, I loved it. Loved the way he sounded when he fucked me. Like nothing could be better than this.

He sat back, and I wrapped my legs around his waist tighter. Hunter watched me, watched where we were joined as he drilled into me.

“I’m close,” he muttered. “Play with your tits.”

I slid my hands up to my chest.

He moved one hand down between my legs and dragged his thumb over my clit, setting of sparks, making me groan. He applied a little more pressure, and then I was coming. Hunter cursed, reared back, both hands going to my hips, and pulled me down on his cock as he thrust in. Then he stiffened, planted deep, and came hard inside me.

When he finished, he dropped down, still buried inside. I wrapped my limbs around him tight as he continued to glide in and out, mouth against the side of my neck, setting off little sparks of pleasure inside me.

Finally, he looked down at me. “Lulu, I’m on top of you,” he rasped.

He was on top of me, and I hadn’t freaked out.

I smiled, and wetness hit my eyes again. “You make me feel safe,” I whispered back.

I knew he got what that meant, how big it was, when his eyes drifted shut and he buried his face back against my throat.

“Fuck, Lulu, baby.”

I’d just shown him the level of trust I had in him, without even realizing I was doing it. I ran my hands over his smooth, inked skin. I kissed his shoulder. “I’m sorry for scaring you like that.”

He lifted up to his elbows, one hand threading through my hair, the other at my temple. He slid his fingers down the side of my face, thumb brushing my cheek and across my lower lip. “Promise me you won’t leave again.”

“I promise.”

He leaned in and kissed me. I forgot everything else but the way I felt wrapped in his arms.





CHAPTER NINETEEN


Lulu

I woke with Hunter’s heat against my back. His arm was around my waist, forearm across my chest, hand curled around my breast, and thigh wedged between mine. I wriggled. His cock was nestled tight against my ass. He was hard as stone.

“Morning,” he said, all sleep-rough and sexy.

I tried to turn to face him but he held me in place. I wriggled against him to show my displeasure, and he chuckled low and dirty. I wanted to get my hands on him, but the sadist wouldn’t let me.

“Don’t move,” he said against my ear, then nipped it.

The pulse between my thighs intensified. “You’re so damn bossy,” I said, trying to sound snippy, but it came out kind of breathless instead.

He pressed his hips into me. “You love it.”