Chapter 47\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 47\u00a0<\/p>\n
DYLAN\u00a0<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t know what came over me, but something inside me snapped\u2013an unfamiliar heat that burned through every ounce of reason I had left. The sight of him earlier, with another woman\u2019s hands on him, had stirred. something deep within me. Something I didn\u2019t even know I was capable of feeling.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was a primal kind of pull, a raw instinct that clawed its way out of me. A part of me that refused to stay quiet any longer. I wanted to claim him, to make sure he knew exactly who he belonged to. I suddenly had an urge to become territorial. I need to guard what\u2019s mine.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He is mine.\u00a0<\/p>\n
No matter how I tried to twist it in my head, the truth came out the same. He belonged to me now, just as much as I belonged to him. He was my husband\u2013whether he liked it or not\u2013and I wasn\u2019t going to let anyone else touch what was already mine.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I had shared too much in the past. My heart, my love, my patience. I had watched someone I loved choose another woman, and I swore I would never let that happen again. Not with him. Not with Hunter.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He may not have promised forever, but right now, he was mine to hold, mine to want, and mine to keep. And I wasn\u2019t about to give that\u00a0<\/p>\n
up for\u00a0<\/p>\n
for anyone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cTouch me again, and I\u2019m going to kick you out of this room,\u201d I warned him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He chuckled, \u201cYou\u2019re the one who\u2019s on top of me, sweetheart. You can\u2019t hold it against me if I can\u2019t help myself.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cShut up,\u201d I snapped, though it came out softer than I meant. Before he could say another word, I grabbed his face and crushed my lips against his.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The kiss was fierce and desperate. His laughter died beneath my mouth as our breaths tangled, the heat between us swallowing everything else. I didn\u2019t care about his smug grin or his taunting words anymore. I just wanted to feel him\u2013his warmth, his breath, the way his heart thudded against mine.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His hands found my waist, fingers pressing lightly at first, as if testing how far I would let him go. I didn\u2019t stop him. If anything, I moved closer, pressing harder against him, tasting the faint hint of whiskey still lingering on his lips.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He kissed me back then, no hesitation this time. The room seemed to spin around us, the air thick and heavy, every breath a battle between anger and want. I hated how easily he made me feel this way\u2013how a few words, a look, or a touch could break me apart and pull me right back to him all at once.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When I finally pulled away, breathless and flushed, his eyes were on me\u2013dark, hungry, and burning with something that made my pulse race all over again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cStill want me to keep my hands to myself?\u201d he asked, voice low and teasing, but there was a hint of challenge in it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I swallowed hard, refusing to answer, because we both knew the truth.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 47\u00a0<\/p>\n
le 65 vouchers\u00a0<\/p>\n
His question hung in the air, thick and heavy, like smoke that refused to fade. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, the way his eyes lingered on my lips, then trailed down to where my chest rose and fell with uneven breaths. My heart thudded painfully against my ribs, but I refused to look away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Instead, I straightened, trying to regain even a hint of control. \u201cYou talk too much,\u201d I muttered, though my voice betrayed me, softer than I intended.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hunter\u2019s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. \u201cMaybe. But I don\u2019t mind if you would like to shut me up once again.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My pulse skipped, and before I could think of a comeback, he moved\u2013slow but deliberate. His hand brushed. against my thigh, a light touch that sent shivers up my spine. Every nerve in my body seemed to react to him, every inch of me aware of his closeness.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t seem to take my warning seriously,\u201d I warned, but it came out as more of a whisper than a threat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He tilted his head, that maddening smirk still playing on his lips. \u201cThat, or I was just a willing victim,\u201d he murmured.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I wanted to be firm, but my body betrayed me before my lips could move. My breath came out shallow, my fingers clutching the sheets for balance.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hunter tried to pull me closer, but this time, I didn\u2019t let him take the lead. I pressed him back against the bed, my palms flat on his chest, my breath coming out uneven but sure.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He looked at me\u2013eyes dark, surprised\u2013but didn\u2019t stop me. His lips parted as though to speak, but I silenced him with a finger against his mouth. \u201cYou\u2019re mine, Mr. De Marco. And I\u2019ll show what will happen when you piss off your wife,\u201d I whispered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Something in him shifted then. The usual teasing spark in his eyes dimmed into something deeper, heavier. He let his hands fall to his sides, surrendering, watching me with that quiet intensity that always set my skin on fire.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I traced his jaw with my fingertips, letting them travel down his throat, over the rise and fall of his chest. Every touch made him tense beneath me, a shiver running through him that only fed the strange, reckless thrill pulsing through my veins.\u00a0<\/p>\n
All the frustration, the jealousy, the ache I\u2019d tried to bury\u2013it all came rushing to the surface. I kissed him hard, with all the things I didn\u2019t know how to say, all the emotions I\u2019d been too afraid to name. His breath hitched against my mouth, but he didn\u2019t resist. He let me take, let me demand.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I started removing his shirts one after another, which he didn\u2019t protest. I left a trail of kisses from his neck down to his throat up to his chest as I slowly unbuttoned his shirt. With each kiss I planted along the way, I can hear his sharp breathing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I deliberately make my movement slower, and I can feel his body tense in too much anticipation.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He grunted. \u201cYou\u2019re killing me, sweetheart,\u201d he murmured.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I looked at him and replied, \u201cExactly what I\u2019m aiming for,\u201d as I continued to move lower until I reached the buckle of his belt.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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I heard him take a sharp breath as I slowly unbuckled his belt.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A 60\u00a0<\/p>\n
555 vouchers.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He looked me in the eye before he whispered, \u201cDon\u2019t start something you can\u2019t handle, little dove.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWho says I can\u2019t handle it, Mister?\u201d I challenged him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He smirked as he shook his head, \u201cYou\u2019ll be the death of me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I proceed to pull his pants down, revealing his shaft\u2013hard and ready. I started licking cock like a popsicle while I maintained my eye contact with him. I saw his jaw clench and his eyes darken dangerously as he watched my every move. I\u2019m not exactly an expert with this thing, but I was trying my best to please him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He grunted the moment I started swallowing his whole. I almost gagged when I felt the tip of his manhood hitting the back of my throat. I tried to move my head up and down, but I could feel his body wince whenever my teeth scraped against his member.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He pushed himself to sit up. He was grinning like a child as he slowly caressed my head. \u201cYou haven\u2019t done this before?\u201d he asked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stopped what I was doing and looked at him with pouted lips before I gently nodded my head\u2013feeling embarrassed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His smile widened before patting my head. \u201cCute,\u201d he commented, which made me frown in annoyance and embarrassment.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry if I\u2019m not like your other women who were experts on this kind of thing.\u201d I roll my eyes at him. L wanted to leave the room as soon as possible to save myself from further embarrassment. I was about to get off the bed when he grabbed my waist and pulled me back against him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cJealous?\u201d He whispered, his breath brushing against my face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I scoffed, \u201cIn your dreams.\u201d I tried to push him away, but he tightened his arms around me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He let out a low chuckle, his gaze drifting over me with a warmth that made my skin prickle. \u201cGood to know I\u2019m the only man who\u2019s ever been touched by you like this.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His words settled between us, thick and warm, curling around my spine like a slow burn. I felt my breath catch, not out of embarrassment, but because of the way he said it. There was pride in his voice, yes, but something else too\u2013something possessive, something hungry, something that made my pulse stumble.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I leaned closer, close enough to feel the heat of his breath against my cheek. \u201cDon\u2019t sound so smug,\u201d I murmured. \u201cYou\u2019re starting to piss me off. I might decide to stop right now.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He tilted his head, the corner of his mouth lifting in that infuriatingly teasing way he always used to get under my skin. \u201cYou really want me to die, huh? You do realize I\u2019m at your mercy?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThen quit talking before I change my mind,\u201d I answered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He smirked. \u201cGot it, boss,\u201d he replied playfully.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That was my cue to continue what I\u2019m doing. I lowered my head once again and started licking his whole.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Chapter 47\u00a0<\/p>\n
55 vouchers\u00a0<\/p>\n
This time, he didn\u2019t lie down. He watched me intently like he was watching a movie and he didn\u2019t want to miss a thing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I can hear his sharp breathing as I continue to move my head up and down his shaft. His mouth formed a huge \u201cO\u201d whenever I tried to take his whole deeper into my mouth. It didn\u2019t take long before my jaw started to hurt because of his size. But despite the discomfort, I was determined to pleasure him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I could feel his breath change, turning sharp and uneven, each exhale brushing the air with a low, helpless sound he probably didn\u2019t even realize he was making. His hands fisted the sheets, knuckles white, his whole body tightening as I continued to suck him whole.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The more he reacted, the more a new kind of confidence sparked inside me. I liked watching him come apart. I liked knowing I could do this to him. I liked the way his control slipped every time I pushed a little further, a little deeper into my mouth.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He throws his head back, letting out a low grunt before looking at me once again. I saw how his eyes immediately rolled back. A slow, wicked satisfaction curls through my chest. Hunter was strong, composed, and stubborn to a fault\u2013yet here he was, trembling for me, unraveling because of what I was doing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDylan\u2026\u201d he breathed out, voice strained and raw. My name didn\u2019t sound like a word anymore. It sounded like surrender.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I felt a small ache forming in my jaw, but I ignored it. I didn\u2019t want to stop. The way he reacted, the way he couldn\u2019t stay still, the way his hips jerked despite trying to control himself\u2013it all pushed me to keep going. I wanted to see him lose that last thread of restraint. I wanted to take him past the point of composure, past the point of thought.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I adjusted the way I moved, finding a rhythm that made his breaths catch harder and deeper. His hand reached out blindly, brushing through my hair, not guiding me, just needing something to hold on to. His voice broke into a rough groan as his body tensed all at once.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In my head, I was smiling, knowing exactly that it was me who did that to him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cFck!\u201d he shouted as his whole body tensed. His moan feels like music to my ear, and I wanted to hear more from him. I\u2019m not entirely sure what was happening, but I deliberately move my head faster, which causes his moan to get even louder. \u201cHoly sh*t!\u201d he cursed, followed by a loud moan. \u201cFck! I\u2019m cvmming!\u201d he announced.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I barely had a second to register what he was saying when he tangled his fingers in my hair before pulling me away just as he lost control.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His breath fractured into a harsh, strangled sound, his eyes squeezing shut as he dragged me up toward him. The sudden movement startled me, and before I could fully react, the proof of how far I had pushed him spilled over, warm against my skin.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His chest rose and fell sharply, each breath shaking through him like he had been holding himself back for far too long.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The room was filled only with the sound of his uneven breathing and my own racing pulse.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He opened his eyes slowly, dark and hazy, still recovering from the edge I had pushed him over. When he finally focused on me, something fierce flickered in his gaze\u2013something that had nothing to do with\u00a0<\/p>\n
15:42 Mon, Dec 29 J\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 47\u00a0<\/p>\n
dominance and everything to do with the way I had undone him..\u00a0<\/p>\n
(60)\u00a0<\/p>\n
En vouchers\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve got something on your face\u2026\u201d he breathed, voice rough and unsteady, like he could barely get the\u00a0<\/p>\n
word out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Heat rushed through me, but I remained composed. I wiped my cheek slowly, removing his cvm that spurted on my face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His brows lifted, that slow, wicked smile spreading across his face like he already knew exactly where I was headed. The sound of his chuckle rumbled low in his chest, warm and pleased.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd whose fault is that?\u201d I asked, tilting my head, still catching my breath.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He looked far too amused for a man who had just lost every bit of control he usually guarded so tightly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGuilty as charged,\u201d he murmured. \u201cYou\u2019ve really outdone yourself this time, little dove.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I leaned closer, still straddling him, still feeling the heat radiating from his skin.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, but who says I\u2019m done?\u201d I whispered, letting the words hang between us.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland\u2019s breathtaking cold.<\/p>\n
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