Adriana's POV
The bathroom door opened slowly, the warm steam swirling around him like a dark halo. Hunter's eyes, those blueish-gray storms, locked onto mine fierce, burning, and filled with a raw hunger I'd never seen before. His wet hair clung to his forehead, droplets racing down his neck and chest, catching the soft light like liquid fire. My breath hitched. Every nerve in my body screamed for him.
Without a word, he closed the space between us in an instant. His lips crashed against mine, rough and demanding, swallowing me whole. I gave myself to the kiss, my hands trembling as they tangled in the damp curls at the nape of his neck. His mouth tasted of rain and smoke, dark and intoxicating, and every second felt like a slow burn unraveling inside me.
His hands moved with fierce precision, sliding beneath my shirt, heat searing through every touch. He cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over the taut peaks, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core. I gasped, arching toward him, desperate for more. He groaned into the kiss, his body pressing hard against mine, the heat radiating off him making the air thick and heavy.
Hunter lifted me with one powerful arm, the other never leaving my skin as he carried me to the cold marble counter. The chill bit through my soaked clothes, contrasting sharply with the fire blazing inside me. He settled me down gently, then parted my shirt, peeling it off inch by inch like a lover savoring every moment. My skin tingled, sensitive to every breath and touch.
His lips traced a path from my collarbone down to the swell of my breasts, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. One hand cradled my breast, his fingers circling the hardened peak as he licked a slow stripe from base to tip. I arched closer, lost in the sensation, my hands clutching his shoulders to steady myself against the overwhelming rush.
Hunter's fingers found the hem of my soaked panties, and with a slow, deliberate tease, he slid them down over my hips. The cool air hit me sharply, and I shivered, my body already aching for his touch. His gaze locked with mine, dark and possessive, as he dipped two fingers inside me. The motion was slow, teasing just enough to make me ache with need.
"God, you're perfect," he breathed, voice low and rough.
My body trembled as he curled his fingers inside me, his thumb brushing circles over my clit in a rhythm that stole my breath. I moaned, head falling back as waves of pleasure began to build. My fingers gripped his wrist, pulling him closer, desperate for more - more of his touch, more of his heat.
Hunter's mouth claimed my neck, biting and sucking in turn, marking me with his scent. I was drowning in sensation, every nerve alight and begging for release. His fingers quickened, plunging deeper, and I cried out, the sound raw and pure.
Then, without breaking contact, he sank to his knees, his lips moving to the bare skin between my thighs. His tongue flicked over me, wet and demanding, exploring every inch with worshipful hunger. I gasped, my hands tangling in his damp hair as he lavished me with attention, his every lick and suck drawing me closer to the edge.
My body clenched tight as pleasure rolled through me in waves, and I cried out again, louder this time, trembling in his hands. Hunter's lips held me there, his tongue swirling over my sensitive flesh until I was shaking with need.
When I thought I couldn't take any more, he pulled back, looking up at me with those fierce eyes.
"You're mine," he said, voice thick with promise.
I nodded, breathless, heart pounding.
He stood, shedding the last of his wet clothes, his body sculpted and gleaming under the bathroom lights. Then, with slow, deliberate movements, he positioned himself between my legs, sliding inside me with a possessive thrust that stole my breath.
The cold marble bit into my back as he pulled me flush against him. His hands gripped my hips tight, holding me steady as he began to move, slow at first, savoring every inch, every sensation. His breath was hot against my skin, his voice a low growl. "You feel so good."
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, matching his pace. Every stroke sent fire racing through me, every movement igniting the blaze inside. I clung to him, desperate and raw, as the tension built higher and higher.
Hunter's hands explored my body with fierce devotion, tracing the curve of my waist, sliding beneath me to cup my ass, pulling me deeper with every thrust. I cried out, lost in the storm of sensation, my skin slick with sweat and desire.
The world shrank to just the two of us our bodies, our breaths, the sound of skin slapping against skin, the harsh growl of Hunter's voice.
"Fuck, Adriana," he cursed, voice rough, "you're driving me insane."
My nails dug into his shoulders as the waves of pleasure crashed over me. I screamed his name, my body shuddering in a release so intense it left me breathless and trembling.
Hunter followed seconds later, his body tensing as he spilled inside me, deep and hot. He held me close, breathing heavy, his lips pressing a fierce kiss to my temple.
"I'm yours," he whispered again, voice thick with need and something softer beneath the roughness.
I smiled through my tears, my heart pounding wild. "And I'm yours."
We stayed like that for a long moment, connected, tangled, and utterly lost in each other.
When we finally pulled apart, Hunter traced lazy circles on my back, his touch gentle now. "Next time," he promised, I'm keeping you here all night."
I laughed, breathless. "I think I can handle that."
Hunter's lips curved into a dark, almost predatory smile. "Good. Because I'm just getting started."
Before I could say another word, he pinned me gently but firmly against the marble countertop, his hands gripping my wrists and pressing them above my head. The contrast of cool stone beneath me and his heated touch sent a thrill racing straight to my core. His eyes, burning with possession and promise, never left mine.
"On the bed. Now," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous.
"You're gonna show me just how much you want me," he said low, voice rough like gravel.
My pulse spiked, nerves humming with excitement as I lifted my wrists for him. The cuffs clicked shut around my delicate skin, cold and unyielding but thrilling all at once. He tugged gently, just enough to remind me I was his completely and utterly.
Hunter's gaze dropped to the hard, thick dick straining against his soaked jeans. He was thick, easily eight inches of rock-hard desire, veins pulsing with need. The sight made my mouth water uncontrollably.
Slowly, I leaned forward and took him in, the heat and weight filling my mouth perfectly. His hand tangled in my hair, guiding me deeper, setting a rhythm hard, fast, and demanding. His groans vibrated through me as I sucked him with growing confidence and hunger.
"You're fucking incredible," Hunter growled, voice thick with need.
He pulled me up, lips crashing onto mine in a fierce kiss that stole my breath away. "Not done with you yet," he whispered against my mouth.
He rolled me over on the bed, wrists still cuffed above my head, leaving me exposed and vulnerable in the soft glow of the room. His large hands gripped my thighs, pulling me apart to reveal my ache for him.
Hunter's teeth sank gently into my collarbone, trailing a path of fire down my skin. Two fingers slid inside me, curling expertly while his thumb rubbed mercilessly over my swollen clit.
"Look at you," he growled. "So wet for me."
His hips slammed into mine, thick cock filling me completely, stretching and claiming every inch. The sound of our bodies colliding echoed around the room, skin against skin, breath against breath.
Hunter's hands roamed, exploring, marking me as his. He pulled me closer, thrusting harder and faster, the pace unrelenting and fierce.
My body trembled as pleasure mounted, my nails digging into the sheets beneath me. "Hunter..." I gasped, voice broken with need.
His fingers found the bundle of nerves between my legs again, rubbing hard, pushing me over the edge.
Then, with a loud, shuddering cry, I came, muscles clenching, heat spilling uncontrollably as I squirted, shuddering beneath his relentless touch.
Hunter roared with his own release moments later, hips stuttering as he spilled deep inside me, holding me tight.
"I'm yours," he whispered fiercely, lips brushing my temple.
"And I'm yours," I breathed back, utterly undone.
Hunter collapsed beside me, still gripping my wrists gently through the handcuffs. His chest rose and fell in heavy breaths, the heat radiating off him like a furnace. I felt his fingers trace lazy patterns down my arm, tender now, a sharp contrast to the fierce fire that had just consumed us.
"I don't usually let anyone see me like this," he murmured, voice low and rough. "But with you... I don't want to hide."
I looked up into those stormy blueish-gray eyes, so full of vulnerability and something softer, something only I seemed to bring out in him. My heart clenched.
Hunter shifted, pulling the handcuffs off with slow care. He bent down and kissed each wrist, leaving soft marks to remind me I was his, all his.
Then he crawled back over me, his body warm and grounding. "Tonight, you belong to me. No one else."
I smiled, breathless and aching, feeling the weight of that promise deep inside me. "Always."
His lips found mine again, slow and searing, and I melted into the feeling.... into him.
His arms wrapped around me, pulling me in until there was no space left between us no air, no hesitation, only heat. My body still hummed from everything we'd just done, but somehow, with Hunter, desire never truly faded. It just simmered beneath the surface, waiting for a glance, a touch, a word to set it off again.
"I want to clean you up," he murmured against my lips. "Then maybe get you dirty all over again."
I shivered at the sound of his voice, low, commanding, threaded with dark promise.
Hunter stood and reached for my hand, tugging me up gently. My legs were unsteady, but he caught me with ease, guiding me toward the bathroom. The room was still warm from his earlier shower, the mirror fogged, the air scented with him. He turned on the water again, adjusting the temperature, then looked back at me.
"Hands against the wall," he said.
My breath caught. I obeyed.
The shower spray hit my back as Hunter stepped behind me, his hands smoothing over my hips before rising to my wrists. I heard the familiar metallic click and felt the cold kiss of restraints, soft leather cuffs he'd fastened to the steel bar overhead.
"Do you trust me?" he asked, voice deep and velvet dark.
"Yes," I whispered.
"Good."
His hands ran down my back, slow and possessive, before sliding between my thighs. I gasped as he parted me, water cascading over both of us, heightening every sensation. His fingers teased, barely touching, building me up again with maddening patience.
"You're already wet," he murmured, lips brushing my ear. "And not just from the water."
"Hunter..."
He hushed me with a kiss to my neck, then reached to the small shelf beside the shower. A quiet pop, the slick sound of lube, and then the first cold touch of a toy against my entrance. I arched against the restraints, moaning softly.
"Don't worry," he growled. "I'll make you feel everything."
Hunter's fingers circled me gently, his touch firm but careful as he eased the toy inside. The water sprayed over our bodies, mixing with our heated skin, making every sensation sharper, more intense. My breath hitched, caught between surprise and pleasure.
"Tell me how it feels," he murmured, voice low and commanding.
I whimpered, arching into him. "Good... so good."
His lips pressed to my shoulder, warm and grounding. "You're so perfect for me."
Slowly, he began to move the toy, syncing it with the rhythm of his fingers, building me higher and higher. The restraint on my wrists only made me feel more vulnerable, more open to everything he gave me.
As the pleasure swelled, Hunter's hands roamed my body. When I finally tumbled over the edge, trembling and breathless, he was there to catch me, his voice a rough whisper in my ear.
"You did so well."
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After the shower, wrapped in a soft towel, we made our way to the kitchen.
We settled into the kitchen with some late-night snacks, spicy wings and cold drinks. We ate quietly, the warmth between us deeper than any words.
Afterward, Hunter led me back to the bedroom, pulling me close beneath the covers. His arms around me felt like home.
"Goodnight, Adriana," he murmured.
"Goodnight, Hunter," I replied, already craving more.