Page 51 of Reverie

“I want to feel you, H.” She brings her lips to mine.

I chuckle.

“Nah, because you’re unsure if I can take care of you, right?”

She pulls back and blinks at me, her mouth gaping open and closed as she struggles to find her words.

“But let me remind you, baby,” I whisper, leaning close to her. “How many have I made bleed for you?”

I pull back as she trembles in response, but her gaze doesn’t waver from mine.

“How many did I make beg for mercy for harming you?”

“Hunter,” she says, her voice whisper soft.

“Have I not promised you safety? Comfort?” I kiss the side of her mouth. “Revenge?”

She nods. “Yes, you have.”

“So what makes you think that I wouldn’t give my last breath to make sure you’re taken care of?”

One. Two. Three.

Winter jumps and wraps her arm around my neck, bringing me into a fierce kiss. I bite at her lip as her mouth attacks mine, and I spin to sit her on the island counter.

“Don’t you remember you’re precious to me?” I grit out, moving to unbutton her loose linen shirt.

“H, please make it better,” she groans. When she’s bared to me, I pull her sensitive nipple into my mouth.

“Hunter!” she gasps. I’m mesmerized by the flush running down her chest, turning her skin into a hypnotizing rose gold.

“What are we to each other?” I demand, pulling her straight up by the back of her neck. To gentle the movement, I trace lazy circles around her nipple with my tongue.

“We’re lovers,” she pants. I kiss between her breasts, moving my finger down to the waistband of her stretchy leggings.

“What else?” I say, my voice low, rumbling.

“We’re friends,” she says, her words choked as I slide my palm down to cup her mound. Her sex is hot, drenching my fingers.

“What else, Sunbeam?” I circle her clit in slow movements, and her hips rise up from the counter.

“We’re—we’resoulmates,” she says. Her voice breaks, and I cover her mouth with mine to swallow her scream as my finger plunges in and out of her hot channel, and the heel of my hand presses firm against her button.

“God!” she nearly shouts on an exhale.

“So youdoremember now?”

She nods her head with vigor.

I grab the back of her head, restricting her movements.

Control yourself.

“Good fucking girl,” I whisper. She clenches on my fingers and hisses when her injured arm jerks on reflex.

Breaking away, I say, “Don’t tense up, Winter. You’ll hurt yourself.”

“H-how?” she stutters.