Hunter skillfully slides his warm tongue up and down my wet and sacred flesh, eliciting breathy screams and sobs. He explores and opens me up with his mouth, his tongue surging inside of me with an eager persistence. Then he growls into me and I feel the vibration all the way inside my chest.
“Ohmigod…God, this feels…I can’t take anymore.” I shake and helplessly convulse with an overwhelming orgasm on top of his hungry mouth.
“My baby is sore, so I’ll take it easy on her today.” He kisses me softly there and then makes his way back up my body. My knees clamp together but he spreads me open like a blooming flower that’s ready to be extracted. He stares down at me with a solemn expression. “I’m gonna be careful this time. I promise.” Then he slowly and carefully sinks side, stretching me.
My lips part and eyes widen, hands fisting in the sheets underneath me. “Oh, God. Oh, God.” My body trembles around him and my eyes rolls to the back of my head.
He kisses my parted lips, whispering, “It’s only the tip, Isabel. Try not to come until I come. No. Don’t come until I say so. If you break my command, then you better prepare for the consequences…and it might not feel as good as my dick.”
Instead of thrusting into me, he effortlessly, inch by inch, slides into me. He grunts lowly once he reaches the base of his shaft. I never felt so full and stretched in my life. Though my eyes are closed, I feel his heated gaze boring into me. He kisses my parted lips and settles his weight on his elbows, caging my head in so I have no choice but to look up at him when I open my eyes.
I unconsciously place my hands on his scorching, smooth chest. The fire inside of him is enough to keep me warm forever. His lips trail my jaw line, teeth scarping the skin there. “Why are you fighting me?”
“I’m not.”
He partly draws out and then slams into me. My breath hitches as I feel my internal muscles clench around him. If he keeps this up then I’m going to orgasm and I’m dreading the “consequences.”
“You are. You’re physically pushing me away now. Let me in.” He withdraws and plunges into me.
Every fiber in my body quivers and tightens. “I’m trying,” I whine.
“Try harder,” he whispers, sinisterly. He slides out and rears up, causing my legs to wrap around his hips and stiffen.
Pleasant and overwhelming sensations ripple throughout my body. I push through the warm tingly waves and suppress my orgasm. A fine sheen of sweat coats our skin. The arousing scent of sweet musk from our bodies is making me dizzy. He slams into me over and over again, each time I have to remind myself not to give in, and each and every time it gets more difficult to do so. Though he isn’t using his full strength to thrust into me, what power his does wield is enough to make me beg and surrender.
Tears form in my eyes and leak on the sides of my face. “Why are you crying? Am I hurting you?”
My hands automatically thread into his shaggy golden hair as I open my eyes. The expression of pure concern on his stunning face makes my heart hurt. “No you aren’t hurting me. I just…” I tilt my pelvis up.
He glances down at where we meet and nods, understanding completely what I need. Hunter gently rocks in and out of me with a steady, unrelenting rhythm that feels phenomenal. “You feel like heaven, Isabel. Christ, you’re made for me. Only for me.”
“Harder. I don’t want you to be nice to me.”
Growling, Hunter mercilessly grinds into me, holding my wrists down, his nails cutting into my scars there. Marvelous pleasure explodes in every fiber of my body, robbing me of oxygen.
I gasp for air as fierce convulses surges through me and I climax.
My arms hug his smooth back, pressing him closer into me, wishing I can somehow absorb into the pores of his skin and stay there forever. I can hardly breathe with his weight bearing down on me but it feels like all kinds of wonderful. He fucks me through my orgasm. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God,” I chant like a mantra.
His thrusts deeper and at a faster tempo, hitting a sweet spot inside of me that makes vivid colors burst behind closed lids and steals every wisp of oxygen from my burning lungs. “I’m sorry to disappoint, baby, but it’s only me.”
My limps twitch around him, the sensations too much to process. “Hunter!”
“Give it to me, Isabel,” he growls into my ear, driving into me. We both come in unison, holding each other the best we can. His scorching semen fills me, oozing down the sides. I feel hot, sticky, exhausted, and sated. We gaze into one another’s eyes, chests heaving and breathless. Staring into darkening blue, I realize this is where I want to be too.
When I try to rise, Hunter doesn’t allow it. “Stay here with me for a while,” he murmurs, still hard inside of me.
“I have to clean up.”
“After.”
Smiling, I reach up and caress his face, touching his cheekbones, nose, lips, and ears. “Okay.”
He groans, dropping his sweaty forehead on shoulder. “I want you to come watch me with my kids.”
My throat and muscles tighten to a painful degree. “What kids?”
“At the hospital,” he whispers to my collarbone, “I promised them chocolate chip cookies and a piano piece today.”
My heart swells with pride and wonder. “I would love to.”
“I’d love for you to.” His fingers tangle in my hair and massage my scalp.
“I love you, Hunter Knight.”
I feel him growing harder. “Love you, too. Always had, always will,” he says, tenderly sliding in and out of me.
“Harder,” I whisper.
He gives me a beguiling smile that I don’t fully trust because it doesn’t reach his eyes that are shrewd and calculating.
My devious Hunter.
I smile my own cunning smile. We’re in this together and if we crash and burn, we’ll go up in flames holding hands.
His hand suddenly wraps around my throat, he doesn’t use enough strength to strangle me…just enough so my breathing is labored.
A scorching orgasm washes over me and I come with shame and guilt lurking in the shadows of the back of my mind. My lungs burn and spots float around his smiling face, reminding me to breathe.
“Love you, too. Always had, always will.”
Chapter thirty-four
The Good, Bad &Wicked
Parents and nurses in cartoon scrubs and a few doctors prop against the walls of the hospital, eavesdropping on the soft melodies as Hunter effortlessly plays the grand piano in the lobby.
I sit cross-legged on velvety dark green rug under a massive artificial willow tree that’s a part of a forest scene from a fairy tale. Jackson, a four-year-old boy diagnosed with a rare form of bone cancer, is seated in my lap and his older sister, Jessie, sits next to me, resting her curly head on my shoulder. More children lounge around the bridge and park benches made of fake wood but most are cross-legged on the rug, intently watching Hunter and gathered around me.
It is very difficult holding back tears. The beautiful melodies that Hunter streams fluently and young kids fighting the biggest battle of their lives that are pressed into me on all sides are almost too overwhelming to take in. Almost. Keeping me strong enough to endure this is…Hunter. He’s dressed casually in a white linen shirt and loose jeans. His wavy blond hair is disheveled and wild.
Captivated along with everyone else, I watch him perform. His fingers swiftly move across the keys, almost too fast to witness. His eyes are closed tightly and he appears to really be in a zone, on another planet faraway from here. It’s like he’s playing from some sacred place deep within his soul. I haven’t watched him play since I was eleven, so this is a special treat that I will always cherish and keep inside of my heart.
“He’s amazing and his fingers move really fast. Jessie’s fingers don’t move fast like Hunter’s fingers, but she sounds amazing, too,” Jackson whispers wide-eyed and in awe.
“Yeah, it’s like magic,” Jessie agrees. “How long has he played?”
“Since
he was six,” I say, “and it is amazing and like magic.”
They both nod and Jackson’s little hand reaches out to hold his sister’s. She smiles over at him and takes his hand in hers, kissing the inside if his small palm. My eyes burn with tears and my lips tremble. I give up and surrender to the tears. Wet rivulets silently run down my cheeks. The simple act between Jackson and Jessie reminds me of how I treated Tyler.
How I comforted him.
How I cared for him.
How I loved him.
How I miss him.
Hunter ends on a lovely note. He stands and gives a courteous bow while everyone applauses and cheers. His eyes narrow once they land on me. Despite the wetness on my face, I attempt to smile but his eyes are still assessing.
He sweeps many plastic sags off the hood of the piano, grinning down at the children. “Who wants cookies?”
Eager hands fly up with many thrilled approval shouts. Nurses help Hunter pass out the sweets. Hunter not only made chocolate chip cookies, he made an array of cookies: oatmeal and raisin, honey and lemon, white chocolate and pecan, cinnamon and sugar, banana and peanut butter, and flavors of combinations I’ve never heard of before.
“He is such an angel,” Jackie, Jackson and Jessie’s mom, murmurs to me as they freely race towards Hunter, giggling and laughing. “I’ve been pulling extra shifts at the salon, but it’s never truly enough to pay all the medical pills. Insurance is shit.” She pauses to look at me. “It’s very difficult and sometimes feels impossible to do this all on my own. My husband passed two years ago—boating accident.” She pauses again and takes a deep inhale through her nose. I supportably rub her back. I have no idea why she’s telling me something so…personal. “Hunter is paying for Jackson’s care. He’s also paying for Jessie’s piano lessons. He paid my house off and my car. He told me that all the money I earn now goes to them…to my kids. I don’t even know if he has any clue what he gifted me with.”
My heart painfully clenches inside my chest. “That’s wonderful, Jackie. But why are you telling me? I didn’t need to know.”
She wipes her tears with the backs of her hands. “Because you’re Hunter’s woman; it’s in the way you look at him and how he looks at you. I never saw him look at another woman like that, his eyes only sparkle when he’s with the kids, and he has never brought anyone along with him. Not since the year we’ve been here. You should know what kind of man you have on your hands. Hunter…he’s an angel.”
My breath hitches.
He never brought anyone along with him?
Jackie reaches down and squeezes my hand. “You two make a beautiful couple. I’m overjoyed he found someone to give the world to.” Without another word, she wanders over to the group of children that surrounds and clings on to Hunter. Jessie grabs Hunter’s hand and drags him back to the piano. He smiles down at her and passes a plastic container of cookies to Jackie, then allowing Jessie to yank his arm and pull him. Jackson gathers two handfuls of sweets before he avidly follows them. I watch as the three of them sit on the bench and Hunter begins to teach Jessie how to play the piece he just finished. I recognize the piece only because my father used to sing the lyrics to me.
It’s Brahms Lullaby.
***
Hunter and I sit in the hospital cafeteria, in the table hidden within a tight corner. His eyes bore into me as I shove banana pudding in my mouth. I peek up at him from under my lashes. His features are more inquisitive than impassive.
“I should really be more conscious of what I’m eating. My tummy is going to get round,” I say sheepishly.
“You’re filling out. It’s a good thing. If you stop eating, I’ll be forced to stop fucking you—round makes my dick hard. Your tits and ass are getting fatter.”
My mouth is agape as I stare at him.
Is that a compliment?
He winks at me so it must be a good thing. We fall back into comfortable silence and his face takes on an impenetrable expression.
“Are going to ask me to the Winter Ball?”
“I have a date already.”
Deep disappointment surges through me. “Oh.” I’m interested in whom Hunter is taking but I’m not desperate enough to actually ask. I already feel like the biggest fool for even mentioning it.
He is so quiet, something is bothering him. “What’s the matter?” I murmur, swirling whipped cream and pudding together with my plastic spoon.
“I’m gonna need some answers,” he says simply.
“Okay, shoot. But it goes both ways. Deal?”
His eyes narrow slightly before he mutters, “Deal. Why did you jump off the cliff? I thought we were past this.”
I grit my teeth from the disappointment and accusation in his from voice. “I didn’t jump, Hunter.” My words are tight and strained.
He cocks his head to the side and eyes me suspiciously. “Then what happened?”
“I slipped.”
“You slipped?” he says, skeptically.
“Yeah,” I whisper to my pudding cup, “it was a complete and total accident. I’m lucky Hero was there.” I let him scrutinize me a few seconds more before I say, “Okay. My turn. Why did you make me sleep with Candy?” I stare intently to scrutinize his reaction.
He smiles, all with teeth and ominously. “I couldn’t take a chance on you fleeing or doing something stupid.”
I shrug nonchalantly. “That’s it?”
“Yeah, that’s it.” He takes a sip from his grape juice, licking the deep purple droplets from his bottom lip. My eyes dart to his kissable mouth as he speaks. “What’s going on with you and Max?”
I shrug again. “We’re friends.”
“Only friends?”
“I think…Why do you care?”
“He’s called you eight times. Why would he call you eight times if you were only friends?”
My brows crease as I frenetically search my pockets for my cell but coming up empty. “He called me eight times? Where’s my phone?”
“I have it,” he mutters.
“Why do you have my phone?” I didn’t realize my new cell is missing—I had to buy another one since my old one is sitting at the bottom of the river. I don’t even know when or where he took it.
Hunter gives me an once-over that chills my blood. “Why haven’t you answered my question?”
“Yes, Max is my friend…a better friend than you have ever been,” I say quietly.
His jaw ticks, eyes flashing fire. “Watch yourself, Isabel,” he warns sinisterly. “Are you trying to piss me off? Because, baby, you’re doing an exceptional job.”
I involuntarily flinch from his hostile tone. My head tips down to stare at hands fisting in my lap. “I don’t know why he called me eight times. Maybe he needs me or something. I don’t know.”
“He needs you?” he repeats in less threatening manner but still harsh.
“I don’t know, Hunter. It might be something important,” I whisper softly. “He’s been nothing but kind to me. He’s really a nice person. Why are you so upset? I’ve done nothing wrong.”
“Look at me, Isabel,” he murmurs too quietly. I glance up at his face that’s masked with anger, or maybe annoyance. “I only do this because I care.”
“You beat me because you love me?” I ask in utter shock or maybe just denial.
I watch his lips twitch before he leans in and whispers, “Absolutely.”
“Do you want to beat me?” I whisper breathlessly, my heart beating wildly in my ears.
His pupils dilate, black expanding into darkening blue. His jaw clenches again. “At times.”
Is this seriously turning him on?
“Hunter,” I breathe. “That’s not normal. You can’t get pissed at me and want to beat me, or whip me, or spank me.”
“Are you ‘normal’?” he contours, dark eyes shrewd.
“Anything but,” I mumble, spooning pudding in my mouth.
His brows lift. “Then why are you judging me?”
“I
’m not,” I say quietly.
He blinks, gazing into my eyes momentarily. “I’d make you beg before I did anything.” My eyes bulge out and sweep the small cafeteria, afraid someone is listening. It’s mostly vacant except for the workers wiping down food trays and tabletops. “You’d beg me to touch you, and when I do, I won’t stop until you let go and promised me things you thought you never would.”
My breathing turns ragged as I squeeze the plastic cup, banana pudding plopping on my hand and sliding down my fingers.
“I’d tie you down and make you feel things you don’t want to feel, things you never knew you could feel. You’d love every second of it,” he whispers, grinning arrogantly.
“Kinky bastard.”
His grin stretches into a smile and he gives me a wicked wink reserved only for me.
Self-indulgent shithead.
“You’re sick,” I tease.
“You say that and, yet,” he says and reaches out to place a palm on my chest, “your heart is soaring with excitement.” His eyes close, listening and marveling from my fluttering heart under his scorching palm that threatens to burn right into my chest. “I’d never harm you, though.” I swallow loudly. He drops his arm and opens his eyes, revealing the quiet storm brewing inside them.
Hunter is intense multiplied by a billion. I don’t know how to react to some of the things he does without setting him off. It’s like I’m in love with a ticking time bomb.
“You scare me,” I say softly, steadily holding his gaze. “I love you, but you scare the hell out of me. Have you been diagnosed with split-personality disorder?” Hero did tell me that you are seeking help.
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