Page 141 of The Hunter's Empire

"Fuck, you taste even better like this." He groans. "So wet and messy. You like being full of my cum, don’t you?"

I thread my fingers through his hair, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. "I hate how good you are at this." I gasp.

He chuckles against me and slides two fingers back inside while sucking hard on my clit. The combination makes my thighs shake uncontrollably. "Then come on my tongue like a good girl. Let me hear how much you need this."

It does not take long. Pleasure builds fast and intense. I come hard on his mouth, crying out his name as my body arches off the bed. Nico keeps licking me gently through the aftershocks, soothing me until I am a trembling, oversensitive mess.

He crawls back up my body and kisses me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue.

"You’re so fucking pretty when you come." He whispers against my lips.

I am still trying to catch my breath when I feel his cock, hard again, pressing against my thigh. I reach down and stroke him slowly, feeling him twitch in my hand. "Ready again?"

"Because of you." He groans.

He rolls onto his back and pulls me on top of him. "Ride me, Zora. I want to watch you take what you need."

I straddle his hips, hesitating for just a second. The anger is still there, simmering under the surface, but the need is stronger. I position myself over him and slowly sink down onto his thick cock, moaning as he stretches me again.

"That’s it." He says, his hands gripping my hips tightly. "Look at me while you fuck yourself on my cock. Who does this pussy belong to?"

I start moving, rolling my hips in slow circles at first. "You." I breathe, trying to keep some control. "Don’t get cocky about it."

He thrusts up to meet me, making me gasp sharply. "Then ride me harder."

I plant my hands on his chest for balance and begin riding him faster. My breasts bounce with every movement. Nico watchesme with dark, hungry eyes. One of his hands moves up to pinch and tug at my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

"You feel so deep like this." I moan, my head falling back.

"Yeah?" He suddenly sits up, wrapping his arms around me so we are face to face, chest to chest. "Tell me how it feels. Be honest."

"Full." I gasp. "So full. I love having you inside me."

He kisses me messily while guiding my hips, thrusting up into me. The new angle hits everything perfectly. "Come for me, baby." He orders.

The pleasure builds quickly. And I come hard, shaking in his arms and moaning into his mouth. Nico flips us over smoothly, pressing me into the mattress. He thrusts deep and fast, chasing his own release while kissing me fiercely.

"Look at me." He says. "Tell me you’re mine."

"I’m yours." I whisper, tears of overwhelming pleasure in my eyes.

He groans loudly and comes deep inside me again, holding me tightly as he pulses and fills me once more.

We collapse together, sweaty and completely exhausted. But I force myself to sit up, every muscle protesting the movement as reality slowly settles back over us.

The room is quiet now, our breathing finally beginning to steady, but the silence feels different.

"We have to get back." I say softly.

Nico watches me for a long moment before giving a reluctant nod. Neither of us moves immediately. It's as though stepping out of this room means admitting that whatever happened between us can no longer be undone.

We dress in silence. I smooth the fabric of my dress with hands that still aren't entirely steady while Nico retrieves his clothes from the floor, buttoning his shirt. He slips on his jacket, straightens the cuffs, and adjusts them almost absently before running a hand through his hair. By the time he looks up, the composed man the rest of the world knows has almost returned.

The mirror across the room catches my reflection. My lipstick is gone, my hair is hopelessly tangled, and the flush across my cheeks makes it painfully obvious why I've disappeared for so long.

I let out a quiet groan. "They're going to be looking for me."

"They already are."