Page 58 of The Hunter’s Affection

If Monday night had been a frenzy of lust and passion, Charlotte had no words to describe the scene when she finally stopped fumbling with her key and got the door unlocked.

Something was thrown to the floor with every step they took toward the bedroom. Her purse. Their shirts. His shoes. By the time they reached the entrance to her bedroom, the orderly apartment looked like it had been hit by a cyclone and both she and Torr were without a stitch of clothing.

His hardness jolted against her, and Charlotte couldn’t resist the urge to break away and look at him. She wanted to see all of him.

“Holy sweet Jesus.”

That time, she’d said it aloud.

“Keep looking at me like that, and I can’t guarantee the extended foreplay I intended.”

“Maybe tearing each other’s clothes off after running to my apartment could be considered foreplay?”

Charlotte felt as if she were free to say, or do, anything with him. A first for her. She couldn’t imagine “outrageous” existed in his lexicon.

It was glorious, and so very freeing.

“I hope that smile’s in anticipation of what’s to come.”

Edging her toward the bed, he urged her down and followed close behind. Suddenly, he was everywhere. His hands on her breast, cupping and teasing. His mouth pressed to hers, his tongue delving deep as one hand moved between her legs, presumably to feel if she was ready for him.

So ready.

“I’m going to fuck you, princess,” he whispered in her ear. “Not once. Or even twice. And every single damned time I promise it will be good for you.”

She swallowed as he removed his fingers from her and positioned his hands on both sides of her head.

“I’m not—”

“Oh yes, you are. Tonight, you are mine. My princess.”

She didn’t argue.

“Did Alessandra or Toni tell you what to expect?”

If he meant that a condom wasn’t necessary—vampires couldn’t carry disease or impregnate a woman, at least not unless it was a full moon—then yes, she knew what to expect.

Charlotte nodded.

“Good.”

With that, he slid inside her, inch by glorious inch.

Charlotte tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and waited until he was fully seated inside her. And then resumed the frenzied pace they’d set earlier. Still, she could sense his strength, and that wouldn’t do.

“I’m not as delicate as you think.”

He pumped into her just a slight bit harder.

Charlotte held on to his shoulders, trying to make sense of the all-encompassing pleasure he was giving her. It was as if every nerve ending on her body had been electrified, almost to the point of pain. Like an orgasm you couldn’t pull away from. And she wasn’t even close to coming yet.

At least, she didn’t think so, but the way he moved his hips . . .

“All of you,” she heard herself say. “Show me . . . all of you.”

She wasn’t even sure what she meant. His power? His strength? The fangs he bared as he drove into her harder and harder, his hips circling expertly.

That did it.