Stroking, sending a cascade of shivers all over his skin, and Hunter deepened the kiss. He darted his tongue inside her mouth, stroking it against hers in a timeless rhythm that made his cock ache, his entire body ache. He wanted to take her. Brand her. Make her his. The games, the confusion, all of it had taken a toll and he was sick to death of playing by her rules. Tonight, right now, he wanted to give her a little taste of his rules. His demands. His wants. Show her exactly how he could treat her like a queen so she’d want no one else. Only him. “Hunter,” she murmured against his mouth, her voice a harsh whisper, her breathing accelerated. “Hunter, please.” “Hunter, please what? Do you want me to touch you? Drive you wild? Make you come? I can, you know.” Proving his point, he pressed her into the wall with his body, chest to chest, hips to hips. Grabbing her thigh, he lifted her leg, rubbed his erection against her center, and she moaned in agony. “I can do so much to you.
