Chapter 63 At His Mercy
- Hunter was entirely ruthless in his ministrations this morning. Probing me in a way I’d never been touched. His smooth tongue was warm and easily flexed to reach inside me and cause instinctive bucking and writhing. Scraping the front of my body against the unrelenting bark.
- My head was thrown back and I was fighting the urge to unleash the sound he’d been craving.
- Hunter is always the fun loving one.