Page 112 of The Order of the Bitter Hunt

I’ve given him too much freedom. His rough hands are on my waist, and he flings me over his shoulder with reckless abandon.

“Jun!” I gasp.

“You let your guard down.” He throws me onto the bed. “And now, you lost. Consider this a lesson.”

It doesn’tfeellike a loss when he crawls on top of me. My eyes widen, taking in the sight of his towering form—his wings, his bare chest, and his horns.

“Is this really a loss?” I muse, lips lifting into a playful smile.

He lowers himself until his teeth are at my neck.

“It is,” he says. “And now, for a change, I’m devouringyou.”

His hands slip under my dress, and I lift my hips, helping him remove my underwear.

I’m lucky he doesn’t tear them off—they were expensive, and perhaps Jun is more polite than I assumed. His scent envelops me, heady and warm, and I’m lightheaded as he pulls my dress over my head, the bra following shortly after.

I’ve been naked in front of him before, but it’s different this time. There’s no hesitation, nothing to keep us apart. His eyes drink me in, and he peppers sweet kisses across my skin. Scalding lips press to my chest, leaving bite marks across my full breasts. He latches on, his teeth grazing against my soft flesh. I feel the soft hum of a moan as he sucks on my nipple and rolls his hips into me.

His kisses are painstakingly slow as they move down my belly, and I can’t take it anymore. My hands go to find his hair, but they touch his horns instead, grasping hard enough to pull a grunt from him as I push his face between my legs.

“Fuck,” he says harshly, appreciatively, his eyes flashing red. “You’re so fucking hot when you think you’re in control.”

I spread my legs wider. “Iamin control.”

Jun smirks and tilts his head to the side. “Is that what you think?” His fingers graze between my thighs, teasing my wet center. “You’re right where I want you, princess. Don’t you forget it.”

He plunges his thick, warm fingers into my core, and I gasp, my head hitting the pillow behind me.

“Look at you. It’s so easy to make you give in to pleasure. I haven’t even tasted you yet.” He kisses my thigh, biting down hard. “But I will, baby. Don’t you worry.”

“Jun…” His name comes out as a wine, and I flush from head to toe.

“That’s right. Get used to saying that.” It’s the last word he speaks before making good on his promise.

His mouth moves to my core, lips enveloping my clit. He sucks, devouring as he said he would, humming and moaning with each suction.

I understand now. I’m not in control, and I don’t want to be. He’s doing as he wishes, and while he’s giving me pleasure, it’s for him. The realization leaves me shaking as I surrender to desire. He licks me, drinking me up, fingers thrusting into me over and over until he is my only thought.

With each push, each lick, each time our eyes connect—the bond between us grows stronger. I feel his need and know it’s the same as mine. My dark eyes lock onto his scarlet gaze, and though I see Hell in him, I’ve never been safer.

He licks me in hard, firm, rapid swipes. My eyes close as he drives me over the edge. I’m shaking beneath him, but he doesn’t stop until I tug at his horns.

“Fuck. Baby.” He pushes down his pants and boxers at once. “Are you going to let me use your pussy now?”

“Yes,” I whine, thrusting my hips into the air.

He leaves his clothes on the floor, and when he goes to search for something, I sigh in frustration.

“We don’t need a condom. I told you last time.”

In a moment of impatience, my fingers move between my legs, touching my sensitive clit.

He returns with his eyes flashing and a belt in his hands. “I’m not worried about that right now.”

“Then what are you doing?” I roll my fingers, my gaze lowering to where his cock—hard and leaking precum.

“Keeping you fucking still.” He stops me, grabbing my wrist. “I need to make sure you don’t get any ideas. You’re going to stay still and let me fuck you, aren’t you?”