Bought by the Beast King (Katerina and hunter) novel Chapter 11

**Leaves Falling Like Promises**
**By Amara Grant**

**Chapter 11**

**KAT**

A surge of pleasure so intense it bordered on agony ignited within me, and in that moment, everything collided into a singular, overwhelming experience. I felt myself splintering around him, clawing at Hunter’s back in a desperate attempt to hold on to something—anything—that could ground me in the midst of this chaotic bliss.

“Hunter!” I cried out, my voice a breathless whisper laced with urgency.

It was too much. Too exquisite. Was I on the brink of death?

Hunter let out a deep groan, his body tensing, and then I felt him pulse inside me, sending another wave of ecstasy crashing over me, compelling me to clench around him once more.

“Fuck,” Hunter growled, pressing deeper into me, his voice thick with desire.

Time lost all meaning as I clung to him, my nails digging into his skin, desperately seeking stability until the tidal wave of pleasure began to recede, until I felt like I could finally breathe again. The first time we had been together had been an entirely different experience. Though it had shaken me to my core, I had walked away, my mission to lose my virginity on my own terms successfully accomplished.

But now…

Goddess, could I possibly walk away from this?

“Do you have any idea how addictive you are, Kitty Kat?” Hunter’s voice was a low, raspy murmur that sent shivers down my spine.

My core tightened again at his words, drawing another delicious groan from his lips.

I had no clue how addictive I was, but it couldn’t hold a candle to the hold he had over me. At this rate, I was on the verge of becoming a nymphomaniac.

Hunter withdrew slowly, lowering me back to the floor as my legs quivered, barely able to support my weight. Even with the water still cascading down upon us, I felt the warmth of his release trickling out of me, a reminder of the exquisite connection we had just shared.

When our eyes met, I saw nothing but raw, unfiltered hunger reflected back at me. He still craved me, yet my entire body trembled, still recovering from the intensity of our encounter.

I whimpered softly, my thighs instinctively pressing together, creating a tantalizing pressure where I desperately needed it. But it still wasn’t enough. Before I could even think, my hand slipped between my legs, and my eyes fluttered shut as my head fell back against the cool tiles.

“Hunter,” I moaned, my voice thick with need.

I felt the heat of his body before he grasped my hand, pulling it away and replacing my fingers with his own.

“Still want more, Kitty Kat?” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin as he began to slide his fingers inside me.

My hips bucked instinctively against his hand, my back arching in response to the sensations flooding through me.

“Yes,” I gasped, my voice a desperate plea. “Don’t stop.”

His fingers brushed against something deep inside me that sent my toes curling in delight. Hunter was clearly a master at this, as if he possessed some kind of magical touch. How many women had experienced this level of pleasure because of him?

The thought sent a chill through me, a fleeting moment of clarity breaking through the haze of ecstasy.

But then he curled his finger, and I shattered around him, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crashed over me.

My knees buckled beneath me, and Hunter’s strong arm wrapped around my waist, catching me before I could collapse into a puddle at his feet.

“I love how you scream my name,” Hunter said, his voice raw and filled with a primal need that almost unraveled me again. “One more, Kitty. Can you handle that?”

My already fractured mind screamed a resounding no, but my body responded instinctively, molding itself to him, craving more.

“Good girl,” he whispered, and something ignited within me. A warmth blossomed in my chest, unlike anything I had ever felt before. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

Was it because he had called me a good girl?

Goddess. I was that girl.

With a swift motion, Hunter lifted me once more, wrapping my trembling legs around his waist before he impaled me again. I found myself utterly at his mercy—unable to move, unable to breathe, utterly consumed by the moment as he grasped my ass, slowly dragging me up and down his length.

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