Chased by My Possessive Ex (Dylan) novel Chapter 85

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I can feel his lips brushing against my skin as they slowly make a trail from my neck down to the valley of my breast.

I leaned into him, my breath catching as his mouth traced a slow, lingering path along my skin, sending shivers through my body. His touch was warm and deliberate. The room seemed to fade away as the space between us disappeared, replaced by the steady rhythm of our breathing and the heat of his body against mine.

My nails dug against his skin, grounding me as my thoughts blurred and my senses were overwhelmed. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close, protective and intimate at the same time.

I closed my eyes, my heart racing, my emotions tangled between vulnerability and desire, between restraint and surrender. The tension between us felt heavy and electric, charged with everything we had survived and everything we hadn’t said.

A soft breath left my lips as the cool air touched my skin, my body reacting instinctively, feeling exposed in front of him. The cold breeze brushing against my skin makes my nippl3s hardened. His gaze lingered on me with a mixture of awe and intensity, his expression shifting from teasing to something deeper, something

reverent.

“Beautiful…” he murmured again, his voice lower now, quieter, like the word meant more than just

appearance.

His mouth followed a slow path along my skin, unhurried and deliberate, sending shivers through me that had nothing to do with the cold. One of his hands stayed firm at my waist, grounding me, anchoring me, while the other traced gentle, possessive patterns as it made its way to my breast.

I gasped for air as soon as I felt his hot mouth sucking the tip of my mound while his other hand was busy massaging its twin.

I clung to him, my fingers curling into his shoulders as sensation and emotion tangled together, my heartbeat racing in my chest.

“Oooohhh…” A soft moan escaped my lips when I felt him gently biting the tip of my mound, alternately switching between sucking and biting. The sensation was so much that it sent shivers through every fiber of my being.

I sucked in my breath when his hand that was busy massaging my chest started making a trail downwards, tracing my every curve before it stopped on top of my belly. The anticipation was killing me, and he knows about it, so he deliberately makes his movement as slow as possible, teasing me even more.

I bit my lower lip, trying to stop myself from begging for him to lower his hand. But it seems like he knows my body more than I do. He finally cases me from my agony by sliding his hand inside my pants.

My fingers tangled in his hair on instinct, pulling him closer as my body reacted the moment his long fingers filled my core. I could feel the heat of him, the pressure of him, and the control in his movements that made my knees weaken and my thoughts blur. My center was already soaking in my juices, which made it easier for

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him to slide his finger inside me.

“Hunter…” I breathed, his name leaving my lips like a plea and a curse all at once.

He groaned softly against my skin, the sound low and rough, and it sent another wave of sensation through me that made my head fall back against his shoulder. My body responded to him completely, trusting him completely, surrendering in ways I didn’t even have the strength to resist.

The world narrowed to his touch, his breath, and his presence.

“Fck!” I moaned loudly the moment his fingers started thrusting in and out of my core.

His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer until there was no space left between our bodies. I could feel the strength in his hold, the steadiness in him, grounding me even as everything inside me felt like it was unraveling.

My breathing was uneven and shallow, my heart pounding so loudly it felt like he could hear it.

“Don’t close your eyes. I want to see you,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against my ear. A shiver traced its way down my spine, and I lowered my gaze, the intensity in his eyes making my chest tighten with a

delicious ache.

My breathing was heavy, each inhale and exhale a shallow gasp as he continued to move his fingers inside me, a rhythmic dance that promised an impending climax. The heat built steadily, a molten core spreading through my belly, and I knew, with a certainty that thrilled and terrified me, that I was quickly losing all control.

“That’s it,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my temple as the tension in my muscles reached a snapping point. “I want to watch you cvm.”

The world narrowed down to the friction of skin, the scent of him, and the relentless, beautiful pressure building within. I arched my back, my nails digging against his skin as the first wave of release began to crest, shattering the last of my restraint.

The crest broke with a sudden, sharp intensity that pulled a broken cry from my throat. My vision blurred as the world dissolved into a blur of sensation, every nerve ending firing at once. I was vaguely aware of his name tumbling from my lips, a frantic plea or a thank you-I couldn’t tell which.

He didn’t pull away. Instead, he deepened the pressure, his movements slowing to a steady, grounding thrum that anchored me even as I felt like I was drifting. He watched every flicker of emotion cross my face, his expression a mix of fierce possessiveness and a tenderness that made my throat ache.

“You’re beautiful when you’re undone,” he rasped, his hand sliding from my jaw to tangle in my hair, holding me in the quiet aftermath of the storm. I finally found the strength to exhale, my body turning to liquid against his lap, completely and utterly his.

The silence that followed was thick, charged with the lingering electricity of the moment. He stayed draped over me, his weight a comforting anchor that kept me from floating away entirely. His fingers, still damp and warm, moved in slow, soothing circles against my skin, a gentle comedown from the frantic pace of moments before.

He trailed a path of lingering kisses from my temple down to the sensitive dip of my collarbone, his stubble

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“W-Wait…” I stuttered when I noticed that he has no intention of stopping despite my current state. It hadn’t been long since I came, yet he has no plan of letting me breathe even for a minute.

“Don’t go yet,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hitching as he felt the way my heart was still hammering against my ribs. “I’m not done with you, bunny.”

He looked up at me, the predatory hunger in his eyes softening into something far more dangerous—a profound, soul-baring intensity. It felt like a secret shared only between us, a private world where no one else was allowed.

His large hands slid down to my waist, his grip firm and possessive as he hauled me flush against the hard lines of his body. The shock of his cooler skin meeting the feverish heat of mine forced a sharp gasp from my lungs. I instinctively reached for his shoulders to steady myself, my nails sinking into the corded muscle of his arms as the friction of our bodies sent a fresh jolt through me.

“You have no idea,” Hunter rumbled, the vibration of his voice buzzing directly against my chest, “how I’ve been dreaming about this every night since I lost. You have a lot to make up to me.”

He surged upward, his lips ghosting over mine in a torturous, hesitant tease. I tilted my head back, my breath hitching in a wordless plea for more. When he finally crashed his mouth against mine, it wasn’t the slow burn from before; it was a fierce reclamation. It was a heavy, pulse-pounding promise that we were only just beginning to explore the depths of what we could do to each other.

The fire between us was becoming a physical weight, too heavy to sustain while sitting up. Hunter’s hands moved from my waist to my thighs, his grip tightening as he stood with a sudden, powerful surge. I gasped, clinging to his neck as he hovered over the mattress for a split second before lowering me onto the tangled

sheets.

The mattress dipped beneath us, but instead of following me down to continue the kiss, he shifted. He moved with a predatory grace, sliding down the length of my body until the cool air hit my damp skin, making me shiver. I reached for him, my fingers brushing his hair, but he caught my wrists, pinning them gently above my head for a moment as he looked at me.

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