by Rosie Praks
Hunter started off kissing her lips gently. He then nibbled, dropping kisses along the way until he reached her earlobe. He took a small nip there and then whispered his sweet sentiment into her ear. “Clarice, baby, you’re my goddess. My sweet goddess.”
The thrill of those kisses sent shockwaves up Clarice’s spine. But she took it all in full stride, like a tidal wave washing into the shore of the sandy beach; she allowed his sweet whispers to wash into her ears, welcoming the sweet pleasure of this intoxicating trance.
This was the point of no return. She’d surrendered fully to her desire and banished her morality out the window, but she knew she would never come to regret this decision. And when Hunter flicked his tongue at the junction of her earlobe again, her back arched and an amorous moan escaped her lips.
That soft moan was all the permission Hunter needed. He gently grabbed her chin and kissed her vigorously again.
“Clarice, what are you doing to me?” he muttered between kisses. “You’re killing me slowly here.”
“Ngh… umm… Hunter,” Clarice mumbled between kisses too.
Somewhere in this dreamlike state, she thought she heard her voice moaning out Hunter’s name. And when she fully became aware of this fact, she tried to clamp her lips closed, to hold down her voice, but obscene whimpers still somehow managed to escape her lips, echoing around the four walls. Even the display of roses Hunter had brought her earlier this morning seemed to shy away underneath the moonlight beams, the petals closing up at the display of the two human bodies writhing in bed.
“Umm… Hunter…” She whipped her head to the side, still in her own trance, feeling the heat building up from inside her core, feeling like her body was cloaked in a blazing furnace.
Wrapping her up so not a breath of hair could separate them, Hunter connected his lips to Clarice’s with passionate hunger, increasing the fire burning within her center. With one hand roughly threading through her hair, the other hand crawled to her two rosebuds, gently flicking them and pinching them until they blossomed and grew hard under his command.
“Hunter.” Clarice’s voice hitched. She tore her lips away from his and pleaded, “I’m burning. Help me.”
“You’re hot, baby,” Hunter huskily whispered into her ear. “Let me take off your clothes.”
Without disconnecting from her lips, Hunter expertly unbuttoned her top to expose her breasts. And with one swift movement, he tore the top and threw it across the room, removing her pants and underwear too.
The chilled night air clung to Clarice’s skin immediately, cooling her body for a split second before her world was once again filled with the heat of Hunter—arms, legs, lips, hips, wrapped and trapped.
“Hunter,” Clarice gasped when he squeezed her breast within his palm.
“You’re perfect, baby, so perfect,” Hunter muttered lost in his own spell, feeling that soft bosom in his hands, completely natural. This was real; this was perfect. He urgently needed to taste, and it took less than a second when his lips found those buds.
He rewarded himself with a little lick and then he enclosed his lips tightly around the bud, swirling his tongue around it, licking it, and sometimes nipping at it until his sexual hunger had increased at a rate he could no longer ignore. He roughly sucked at it, alternating from one bud to the other, like he’d starved for her over a century.
There was an urgent need, an explosive passion that Clarice could also no longer deny. The need was so spontaneous, so urgent, that she could see firecrackers beginning to light up before her eyes. She roughly shoved her fingers into his hair, gripping the strands tightly, trying to suppress the explosion that was about to erupt from her body.
Hunter wanted her to explode beneath him. He wanted her to reach her peak in front of his eyes. He wanted to see her face bloom with white-hot passion, her eyes filling with ecstasy as he thrust into her and she climaxed. So like a smart burglar, his finger slowly crawled to her hidden jewel and with one swift action, he plunged in, making Clarice arch her back, a screaming shudder exploding from her mouth.
“Ahhhh,” Clarice screamed, her breath coming out in heavy fits. “Hunter… do something.”
“Baby,” he whispered heavily, his lips on her hot throat. “Tell me what you want. I can give it to you.” As he said this, his fingers continued to thrust in and out of her passage.
“Mmm.” Clarice couldn’t respond, but only released little whimpers. And when she did find her voice, all she could mutter was, “Hurry, Hunter. Please. Stop this flame. It’s burning me.”
His lips were once again burning at her skin and his finger drove her insane. With each touch against her inner wall, her entire body lit up with that burning ember, the ember that needed to be extinguished fast before she melted like a candle under his ministration. And right now, she knew she was melting because Hunter ignored her plea.
Hunter inserted another finger into her passage, making her body involuntary arch up to meet him, her hands rushing forward to thread her fingers into that shaggy blond hair of his for balance. Her world was colliding, her head spinning, but all Hunter continued to do was increase the fire within her. She was upset so she jerked his hair roughly, to get his attention.
Hunter felt the slight pain of his hair being pulled, but he focused all his energy on the present task. He used fluid, controlled movements to make Clarice plead for him more. In and out. In and out. It was almost time, but not the perfect time yet. He could make her wait a little longer. Give her a bit more time to enjoy this pleasure before they both rode into the sunset together.
Hunter could feel his own desire stirring. He cursed himself. He too could wait a bit longer. Tonight, it was all about making Clarice feel special. Tonight, he wanted her to scream out his name, to yell out that she wanted him.
Quickly increasing the pace and friction, he thrust in his fingers again and again until Clarice couldn’t take it anymore.
“Hunnnnterrr!” Clarice moaned, raspy. “Please do something.”
This was the time, Hunter decided.
“Tell me what you want again,” Hunter huskily asked, his hot and heavy breath resonating against her sensitive skin.
Sleek with a sheen of sweat, her body rubbed up to Hunter’s even closer, wanting to feel more of him, wanting to tell him with her own body language that she wanted him. But when he was still breathing hot air onto her skin, obviously not following her order, she finally spoke out her most inner desire. “Hunter. I want you.”
“Your wish is my command, my goddess.” He chuckled huskily as the plan to seduce the woman he loved now succeeded.
Making quick work of his own clothing, he threw them aside and focused all his attention on the pleasure at hand. He parted her legs gently, enough to accommodate him but also so she was comfortable. And with one small movement, he inched himself in and slowly thrust forward.
Clarice gasped, feeling the tip of Hunter inside her entrance. Once her ragged breath came right again, Hunter took this opportunity to inch himself in a bit more. She clung to him for dear life as each inch went deeper and deeper into her core. On and on they went like this until he reached her core, his member finally at its hilt. Clarice held her breath.
“Okay, baby?” he whispered softly when she stayed silent.
“Mmmm,” she mumbled, deep in her own world, feeling a deep emotion welling up inside her breast.
Hunter couldn’t describe the feeling settling inside him either. To be inside her, that was the most perfect feeling ever. She closely wrapped herself around him, her wall encasing him tight like the perfect fit of a glove. In this lifetime, at that moment, he vowed to never be with another woman again. In this lifetime, Clarice was the only one for him.
After the initial preparation, Hunter slowly repeated the process, thrusting in and out, grinding his hips into hers to increase the pleasure for both.
Clarice shut her eyes and let Hunter take over, overwhelmed by all the emotion inside her. To laugh, to cry, she
wasn’t sure anymore.
“Open your eyes, baby,” Hunter whispered. “I want to see you looking at me.”
Clarice submitted and fluttered her eyelashes open, staring at the azure-eyed man, his eyes gazing into her own. She saw the way he was touching her skin, wiping the sweat off her forehead.
Oh God, did he know how much he affected her? Did he know that little action made her love him all the more? She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, her body clinging to him for love and support.
Somehow being in this position, sandwiched between the sheet and Hunter’s strong body above, she could feel her senses heightened. Each strands of Hunter’s hair seemed microscopically enlarged. The feel of the fabric beneath her somehow felt softer than normal. The prickling sensation of Hunter’s stubble rubbing against her skin was slightly sharper, better defined, as if blades of grass were grazing against her cheek. But she liked this sensation so much that she continued to rub her cheeks along his jaw.
Hunter watched his beloved, her black hair pooling around her delicate face like black satin. He watched those eyes gazing at him, those molten midnight pearls hazy with need, her hands grasping his neck. He couldn’t deny those lips another minute as he plunged in again, savoring what he could, offering what he could. Again and again, he tasted her while he continued to thrust into her, increasing the speed and friction.
The pressure of Hunter’s thrust slowly intensified, driving her wild. And with each thrust, Clarice reciprocated with a matched rhythm. Together, they were dancing to a fine tune, writhing between the silk white sheets.
“Hunter, Hunter.” With her entire body in ecstasy, she lost all control of her voice, shouting and moaning Hunter’s name again and again, her mind drifting in and out of consciousness, not knowing anymore what was real and what was not. Until before her eyes, a spark of white light flooded her vision and she screamed. And in that split second, when she thought the world was going to crumble beneath her feet, when she was standing near the edge of the cliff, ready to plunge into the deep angry sea below, Hunter, the blond angel with white wings, flew and caught her within his arms and they both flew to heaven together.
Together they soared across the ocean, up high into the sky, their bodies wrapped around each other’s, arms and legs tangling like they were one entity, twisting and turning, flying and swirling in the endless starry night sky.
When they finally sank back to earth, sated after their exhausted interlude, Hunter only wished for one thing as he lay with Clarice nestled in the crook of his neck, his arms embracing the woman he loved. Please, he wished, please don’t let tomorrow come just yet. Please let me stay here like this with my beloved in my arms for a little while longer.
With this final wish, Hunter finally succumbed to his exhaustion, resting his eyes and falling back into a deep sleep in the embrace of his woman’s arms.
Chapter 20
Clarice opened her eyes and saw naked chest. In fact, her face was only an inch away from that chest. She found her arms had wound tightly around that mass of body too.
Who? What?
She somehow vaguely remembered seeing that chest many times before in the past. But where was it?
To satisfy her curiosity, she ran her eyes up until they landed on the junction of that person’s jaw. There was rough stubble there along the chin and jawline.
Clarice had a distance memory of running her cheeks along that jaw.
But when and where?
Clarice started chewing her bottom lip, still oblivious to the situation she was in. She didn’t notice her arms and legs were still wrapped around that person’s body like an octopus’ tentacles sucking its prey. Moving her eyes up farther, she landed straight on that face.
What in heaven’s name?
Clarice panicked and jerked away, causing the male occupant next to her to rouse from his sleep.
“Why so early?” Hunter groggily asked. “Clarice, hug me a bit more. I’m cold.”
“Hunter! Hunter!” Clarice shook him until he was fully awake. “What are you doing on my side of bed?”
Hunter smirked and captured Clarice. Now she was struggling within his arms.
“Let me go? What are you doing?” Clarice swatted Hunter’s hands, trying to free herself from his grasp.
“Morning, baby,” Hunter said, kissing the top of her head, ignoring her swats. “Did you have a good sleep last night?”
“Stop touching me. Let me go.” Clarice continued to berate him, pinching him on the arms when he chose to ignore her.
Hunter gave an audible chuckle. He hugged her even tighter and whispered into her ear, “Come on, baby. No need to be all shy. You touched me. I touched you. We touched each other. Why do you need to be shy now?”
“Hunter, stop saying such things. When did I ever touch you?”
“Back in Queenstown and…” Hunter paused for effect.
“And?” Her eyes grew wide, waiting for his answer.
“And… last night,” he announced.
“I… I… don’t recall,” Clarice said shyly, refusing to turn her head to the naked Hunter behind her.
“You just chose to forget, that’s all.” Hunter laughed, letting her go.
“Stop arguing with me and get dressed,” Clarice shouted, although inside she was beyond mortified.
What happened last night? Did I really do it with Hunter? Did I finally succumb to my wonton feelings? Oh, the thought wasn’t even bearable.
“I want to stay like this for a bit longer. Cuddle you for a bit longer.” Hunter jerked her backwards and hugged her again, surprising her, and she ended up sprawling on his lap.
“Hunter,” she scolded, scooting herself off him until her back was pressed against the wall. Then she pulled the blanket off Hunter and pushed him off the bed. He ended up falling off the bed with a loud thump.
“Ow,” Hunter howled, rubbing his head, a playful smile still lingering on his lips. He got up and stood straight and tall, deciding to show off his naked body, subtlety indicating their reunion last night was real, hence the nakedness.
As for Clarice, though, all she could think of was…
Dear heaven. I really did do something to Hunter last night. I… I…
“Hunter, you’re naked,” she screeched when her eyes landed on his male anatomy.
“I am,” Hunter said proudly, showing off his prized possession. “I told you we did it last night, but you—”
Poof! A flying pillow hit Hunter’s face.
“Ow.” Hunter moaned again and snapped his eyes to Clarice. “What was that for?” he whined.
“Get dressed!” Clarice ordered and turned around to face the wall instead. It saved them both the embarrassment. She didn’t want Hunter to see her crimson cheeks and she in turn didn’t want to see Hunter standing there in all his naked form in broad daylight.
“Right! Right!” Hunter just chuckled and jumped back on the bed again, so suddenly that it almost made her pulse plummet.
Hunter was even cheeky enough to try and steal another kiss from her lips. At this stage, though, Clarice was so shocked that all she could do was just blink and blink.
“And for the record.” Hunter spoke. “It was you who begged me to take you. I didn’t start it. All the blame goes to you.” He chuckled and stole another kiss from her before running into the bathroom, butt naked.
Clarice’s face couldn’t flush a brighter red. She peeked underneath the blanket and confirmed the fact herself. And… she was naked like the very first day she was born.
“Oh, my baby,” she said, pulling the sheets over her red-hot face in embarrassment. “What drug did Mummy use last night to seduce your father?”
Clarice walked downstairs some thirty minutes later, her state of mind still numb and in chaos. She just couldn’t believe she was the one that had initiated the whole thing. When she got to the dining table, Hunter was already laying out the cornflakes for her to eat.
“Eat up.” Hunter w
inked, then kissed her on the cheek before saying, “For your stamina.” He indicated the bowl sitting on the dining table. “You’ll definitely need it after last night… and more nights to come.”
Clarice eyed him as he performed his tasks like a househusband, cleaning the kitchen after making breakfast, knowing she hated her kitchen being messed up.
When Hunter sat on the chair, all his tasks complete, Clarice asked, “Hunter, did we really do it last night?”
“Yep, baby.”
“Really?”
“Yep.”
“Did I really go that far?”
“All the way.”
“Would you stop?” Clarice berated in annoyance. She dug out a spoonful of cereal and chucked it into her mouth just to stop herself from yelling at Hunter again. It didn’t taste nice like her usual rice porridge, though, but that would do for today. After that startling revelation this morning, she didn’t feel like cooking. It was a Saturday after all.
“Why do you look so glum?” Hunter asked. “Shouldn’t you feel all radiant after doing it, like me?”
Of course, Hunter’s face was bright and radiant, like he’d sucked out all of her energy last night. In fact, he believed he did suck out all her energy last night. Clarice looked so exhausted, whereas he felt like he was a lion ready to attack her again.
“I… I…” Clarice turned a brighter shade of red. “Can we talk about something else?” She turned away her face, clearly embarrassed.
Hunter took a deep breath and led her to the couch. He sat himself down, then pulled her to sit on his lap. He then wound his arms around her and pulled her close to his body for a tight embrace.
“Clarice, I’m not sorry we did that last night. It just showed that you want me too.” He rested his head at the nape of her shoulder.
Clarice was quiet, in deep thought about their new situation.
“Why are you not saying anything?” he asked after some time.
“There’re too many things I want to say that I don’t know where to start.” She sighed.