Free Hunter's Prey, A by Sarah Cameron Page B

pad of fabric aside, revealing the slickness of her pussy lips. With her middle finger she spread them apart, flicking her own clitoris and moaning at the stimulation.
     
    “I did. I also let him ogle me while I bit into a full, chubby mushroom. It was finger-licking delicious.”
     
    The only warning she got was his sudden growl. Immediately after he was kneeling between her legs, sliding his tongue along her slit from bottom to top before suckling the little nub of pleasure that made her pant.
     
    “Oh God, Damian.”
     
    Pushing two fingers inside her, he pressed a palm to her belly as he tasted her wetness, the sweet cream making him hungry for more. His cock was throbbing painfully, but he the thirst for her juices made him reckless with lust. If it weren't so late, anyone could be barging in on them, catching them in the most compromising of positions.
     
    No – more compromising it would be when he thrust his cock inside her. Already he ached at the thought.
     
    “Please. Oh, God, Damian, please, more,” she begged, head thrashing from side to side. She was so beautiful in the throes of her burning desire, he noticed, keeping his eyes rooted to her face as his fingers pumped inside her and his mouth worked on her hot flesh. His free hand moved from her lower abdomen to her thighs, gliding over one smoothly before coming to pry her lips apart for him to plunge his tongue deeply between them, plunging his fingers more roughly.
     
    Pulling away, he blew on her clit and watched it quiver. Zoe was delirious with arousal. Her scent was making it hard for him to reason, but he had enough sense to bring her to orgasm tenderly, finishing her off with gentle flicks of his tongue against her clit. The heartfelt emotion behind his motions brought tears to his eyes, but he didn't comment on it. Damian was sure she was surprised by this side of him. He was always so sullen and bitter that everyone knew to stay away from his tempers, but somehow, her he wanted to shower with pleasure. He couldn't help it.
     
    “I need you now,” he said, standing and pushing his pants off his hips. “If I don't get my cock inside you in the next minute, I'm going to die.” He palmed her mound before opening her with his thumb and pushing his hardness inside hot moisture, restraining the animal sounds that threatened to escape him with every move.
     
    “Nnnn,” she moaned on an exhale, letting him feed himself deeper and deeper inside her, keeping her thighs apart for him to fit his hips between. She couldn't believe his animal magnetism, the electricity crackling around him. He was larger than life in her eyes, and she had seen many intimidating men. When he was inside her, Damian Hunter was unstoppable and unconquerable.
     
    Leaning over her, he screwed deeper inside her, twisting his hips and pushing her across the desk. Her back ached, but she didn't care. She could taste his fragrance in the air and it made her wild. His pheromones had a way of driving her to him and she no longer questioned it. She was a confident woman, aware of her charm and value. She recognized him as being confused, so a plan started forming inside her mind.
     
    “Fuck, you feel so hot. It's so wet and hot inside you. I'd do nothing else if possible,” he said, changing the angle so he could drive deeper inside her. Soon they were climbing towards the precipice, clawing at each other like animals, biting skin and touching fervently, limbs entangled, her hips wrapped around his waist as he rocked them to oblivion.
     
    Afterward, he was still panting against her, his head buried in her shoulder, teeth clamped on her skin.
     
    Jesus Christ, I nearly marked her.
     
    The shock of the realization blitzed him to full awareness, making him withdraw from her abruptly. Patient, Zoe smiled, squeezed her calves around his buttocks, and touched his sweaty chest, wrapping her fingers in matted chest hairs.
     
    “You're taking a head trip, Damian. Don't. This