what you want?”
“How can you even ask it?”
Hudson surprised her by moving to his knees between her legs. Her gaze, drawn
instantly to his massive, well-defined chest, cruised over washboard abs. Her mouth
went dry. “I never imagined,” she breathed.
“What?”
“That my mate would be so beautiful.”
His nostrils flared and he did his own study of her body. She should feel like the
worst kind of slut spread out, practically naked, this way but she didn’t. Turned-on didn’t begin to cover it. Overcome with need for him, she cupped her breasts as another quick flash of heat surged through her body.
“Fuck, honey. You’re killing me here.” Hudson reached down and fisted her
rumpled tee shirt. After he’d yanked it off and tossed it aside, he studied her for several frozen seconds then stood to take off his sweat pants. He presented his back leaving her free to gawk as she wanted. Trea rolled to her side to watch, knowing in that moment
she’d never get enough of looking at him.
His hair, slightly wavy, and oh so thick, brushed along his broad shoulders. His
back rippled with muscle when he moved. Finally he turned back to her and Chantrea’s
breath hitched. Standing there, looking like a warrior from a time gone by, he reached down to grab the base of his erect penis and drag his fist up the length. His cock was thick and long rising up to his belly. Beneath it, his balls were drawn tight. Trea
wondered what they’d feel like in her hands.
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“Not gonna last,” he said, closing his eyes on a low groan. When he finally opened
them again, his gaze focused on her like a laser. “I hope you’re ready for me, darlin’.”
She couldn’t speak but then she didn’t have to because suddenly he was there
again. Spreading her legs with a firm touch, Hudson moved between them, staring
down at her with those intensely spooky blue eyes. They were so pale they practically glowed in the dark. Finally he narrowed them and reached down to tease the petals of
her sex with his fingers. As if hypnotized, Trea stared as he studied her exposed pussy.
Continually plying her flesh, he finally sent one finger deep.
Trea went still.
She sucked in a gasp and closed her eyes.
Sensation swamped her with that intimate touch filling her with the greatest need
she’d ever known. Letting go of the pain of death, the terror of the past night, she could only feel as she met each thrust of his finger into her body. He added another and the feeling of fullness intensified. Above her, his breathing turned heavy and speeded up.
She’d never had sex but instincts as old as time kicked in. Knowing he wanted her filled her up with power until all that was left was a raging yearning to take this journey with him.
“So wet. So pretty. Mine.”
When he removed his fingers, Trea looked at him. “Hudson.”
“Ready?”
“Yeah. Oh yes.”
He gripped his heavy cock and settled the head at the entrance to her body. Briefly
he closed his eyes as if the feel of her wet flesh was too much to bear. “Thank the gods.”
Then Hudson pressed, pushed until the thick head dipped into her channel. Her
body clenched in anticipation and Trea held her breath only to expel it in a rush as he plunged his cock deep. Nerve endings she didn’t know she possessed sat up and sang.
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pleasure washing over her. Hudson lifted her legs, draping her thighs over his as he
fucked her slowly, powerfully, each heavy plunge wiping her mind clear of everything
but the here and now. Swamped, overcome, her fingers flexed on the soft cotton of the sheets and then Hudson rotated his pelvis against her clit. Pleasure zipped through her pussy in a shocking wave. Her inner walls tightened to clasp his meaty cock and a low, helpless sound broke from her lips.
She reached for him.
Suddenly he was there, leaning over