Snow & Her Huntsman by Sydney St. Claire Read Free Book Online Page B

crying out, begging, her desperate sounds music to his ears. He sucked her clit deep into his mouth and shoved her up and over.
    Her shriek of ecstasy echoed around the meadow. Her hips flew up, her body jerking as he demanded and took everything she had until she fell back limp, her chest heaving and her eyes glazed with the look of a woman who’d been well and truly fucked.
    Holding Rylee, Hunter knew he was a goner. Part of his reason for arranging this weekend was to see if what he’d felt for Rylee all these years was real or just memories of how it had been. He’d dreamed of her, fantasized about her for so long, he wasn’t sure if he was in love with a memory or a dream.
    Getting to his knees, he had the feeling that the past and his dreams had just melded like a flash of heat fusing two metals. If things didn’t work out between them this time, he had a feeling, this time, the pain of the past would be nothing compared to the devastation of his heart.
    Bending, he scooped Rylee into his arms and strode across the meadow to the tent set among the trees.
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    The inside of the tent was almost dark when Rylee woke in Hunter’s arms. They’d both fallen asleep after orgasm number six. She smiled. No one had ever demanded so much of her. Only this man. Then and now. They were in a large bed inside their weekend bedroom, a huge tent with small, twinkling lights strung overhead. When turned on, the tent would be filled with their own starry night.
    A tent. She shook her head. It didn’t appear that big from the outside, but inside, it was huge, with couple of smaller rooms attached. She thought of the old sheik romances, rich men with tents that included rugs and furniture. One of the small rooms was their bathroom, complete with a tub and shower, fed by the huge water tank behind the tent.
    “What are you thinking about, Snow.”
    “How much all this cost? Tell me you didn’t have to pay for all this.”
    “Not all. There was a participation fee, and I pay membership dues.” He grinned. “I did pay for your costumes though.”
    “You got robbed.”
    He lifted a brow. “How so?”
    “I have a feeling I’m not going to be wearing much for the next few days.”
    Hunter laughed and rose onto his elbow. “You’ve got a point, my lovely Snow. Let’s see about feeding other appetites before we go back to naked games.” He got out of bed and lifted her into his arms. She slid down his body, the vee between her legs gliding over his relaxed cock until her feet touched the rug on the floor.
    Rylee frowned and glanced around. “Where are my clothes?”
    “Well, what’s left of them is outside somewhere and probably not in very good shape since I ripped them off you.” He led her to a tall armoire and opened the door. He took out several costumes. Two were much the same as the dress she’d worn earlier—very Snow White in appearance. He shoved them back and held up a pine-green outfit. “This.”
    She took the hanger and stared at what amounted to not much more than a bit of material. It reminded her of a one-piece bathing suit that had been ripped into shreds from top to the very short skirt. She arched one brow. “Really?”
    He shrugged, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “At least it’s not animal skin or sewn together leaves. What else would Snow wear in the woods?”
    Rolling her eyes, she grimaced. “If I put this on, you’re just gonna rip it right off. Why bother?”
    “Ah, that’s a nice visual.” He skimmed the back of his fingers along her cheek, across the top of her breast and around its outer edge. “Won’t that be fun? Now, go put it on. Can’t take it off until you do.”
    The low baritone of his voice promised that she had at least one more orgasm in store for her. With face flaming, heart stuttering, and moisture gathering between her legs, she hurried into the curtained-off bathroom. Minutes later, she studied herself in the full length, freestanding mirror—someone had thought of