Page 106 of Reverie

He slides up the mattress and plants his face in my pussy. It’s like he’s doing his damndest to devour me. Running his nose against my folds, he stabs his tongue into my channel, using his lips and teeth to bring my clit to a hard nub with the suction.

“Hunter!” His name is a chant. I plunge my hands into his hair, but he snaps his head up, pulling my hands away and pinning them to my sides.

“Keep those here,” he commands, and he slides my fingers under the tops of my butt cheeks, so they’re pinned by my body weight.

Confusion whirls around. Why doesn’t he want me to touch him?

He runs his hands up to my swollen, sensitive breasts. My nipples are hard like diamonds, and I stare down my body as my breaths saw in and out, causing my chest to tremble.

The look on his face is full of so much—desire, passion, and something even darker.

I try to smile and shower him with the love I feel for him.

“I love you, Hunter Brigham,” I whisper.

He slaps his hand on my mons in response.

“Hunter!” I release a startled cry, jerking halfway up the bed, but he doesn’t let up. Instead, he shoves three fingers into my pussy, and I buck at the intrusion.

Do you like this, Winter?

Hunter watches my face closely, and when I whimper, he brings his thumb to my nub, rubbing it in dizzying circles.

“Do you want to use your safeword, Winter?” His words are rough, and it almost feels like he wants me to tell him to stop.

To tell him I don’t want this.

So I go against the voices in my head that shout that he’s too angry to make this a good idea and say, “No, I won’t.”

He puts his face into the fleshy part of my inner thigh and groans before standing and walking away toward the bathroom.

I sit up in a snap.

“Where are you going?” I say, my words rushed.

He doesn’t look back at me. Instead, he closes the door with a quietsnick.

I sit there on the bed, naked and trembling and confused, and I feel the brick wall that comes up between us.

Hunter doesn’t want me to see him like this. Even after my abduction, Hunter wasn’t overly emotional. At least, not frequently.

He was composed, if a little distant, but he rarely showed me that broken side of him.

Except for one time. The first time we made love was in the sitting room in Amelia Manor. And while we battled against each other and he begged me not to leave, he cried. He cracked under the weight of his love for me and his yearning for us to be together.

And I surrendered to him that night.

I surrendered to the reality that being with him has hurt, hurt,hurt.

But I fell into the chasm and decided that I wasn’t going to let myself crawl out of it.

I wasn’t going to turn my back on Hunter and everything that came with him.

Instead, I faced it. Embraced it.

So now in his brokenness, he wants to shove me out and hide?

Fuck that.