Page 46 of The Hunted

All that water and blood between them made him higher than ever. The need to take from her the way she’d just done to him became impossible to ignore as her hands drifted down from his throat. Even as he yanked her down, flipping them around so roughly her back had to have stung from the uneven, harsh ground, her fingertips glided down his chest.

Featherlight, and oh, so soft.

Gentle.

But just as quickly, she leaned in to bite him. Her touches were kind and sweet, but the rest of her was still just as raw and wanton as she had been moments before. The breathless noise that left her throat when he spread her thighs wide had his chest constricting. Almost a whine, but more like a mewl, it still felt primal.

It was in that moment he realized she’d yet to utter a word to him.

Eryx fitted between her thighs, hovering above her with one hand resting flat to the underside of her jaw to force her head back against the ground. There wasn’t anything about his roughness that frightened her.

If anything, she seemed to like it.

Her body trembled and her hips lifted to find any bit of him. Her fingers circled his wrist, and she even dared to try to pull him closer. A silent urging if he ever felt one.

“What?” he demanded. “You want me to fuck you here like an animal? On this muddy, rocky ground outside, where anyone could see me ruining you? Is that what you want?”

Her voice.

He was dying to hear it.

Something inside needed to hear the sound she would make when she spoke. He had no doubt the woman knew his language. They’d found a lot of her kind could speak the language of the lands and of the sea without any teaching.

She could speak.

Had to.

And yet, all she did was swallow against his hold and nod.

Just like that, Eryx forgot the woman beneath him was the source of the hatred that had been poisoning him. He lost the sensation of pain still coursing through his body. Their current situation, stranded where he didn’t know in the middle of a storm, didn’t seem all that important.

She’d nodded.

A silent yes.

All he wanted to do was give her exactly what she wanted. What he promised.

The hand he’d had on her hip to keep her pinned beneath him slipped between their bodies. She was already lifting her hips to meet him when he fit his cock to the slick heat of her cunt. There was nothing soft or easy or slow about the way he took her. One hard pump of his hips had her split around his aching cock.

He couldn’t breathe again.

Now, it didn’t matter.

All those sounds of hers rushed back—they weren’t words, but he didn’t need those when her noises were just as tempting. How she gasped and moaned and whispered with every flex of his body against her own.

Her nails cut into his wrist when he fucked her harder. She dared to bite his fingers—making him lean down to return the favor against her bottom lip—when he stuck two of his digits between her parted lips just to watch her suck on them.

Her cries, though.

Those was the real music.

The song he couldn’t get enough of.

Eryx certainly didn’t need her to tell him when she was about to break apart beneath him. Not when he could feel it vibrating through every piece of her straight into his own bloodstream. An echo of pleasure that turned his mind into a total mess. And when she did finally release under him, the world tilted.

Or it sure felt like it.

He fucked her like he hated her.