this.Demanding. Eager. Desperate.
Maybe that was me.
Breaking the kiss, I lifted her so that she was on her hands and knees on top of my bed, her hair a cascade down her back, her round ass on perfect display. And the glistening, pink center of her broke my will.
I filled her in one deep stroke. Her soft cry urged me on. Faster. Harder. I wanted to be so deeply a part of her that she would never doubt, never fear losing me, never want another.
“Stark, we can’t…”
“We can.” I had no choice. I pushed my shirt high on her shoulders so I could stroke her skin. She had awakened a part of me that did not listen to reason. The Hunter. The wild thing inside me normally came alive only to track. Pursue. Find people who did not wish to be found and bring them to justice.
This…I ran my palms ove
