M.A Gonzales

Close your eyes and dream...

 

The Hunter

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   She watched him as he looked out over the dark countryside. She took in the sight of him and was once again surprised by the intense desire tightening her gut. His black shirt clung to the strong contours of his broad shoulders. Her eyes traveled down his strong back and down his long legs. Desire rippled through her body once again, stronger then before and her heart began to pound.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in attempt to calm her breathing. She had never felt such strong sexual response by just looking at a man. She couldn’t even think of what it would feel like if he touched her because the very thought of his touch sent her pulse racing faster.

She folded her arms across her chest and turned her face toward the dark sky. Thousands of tiny stars twinkled brightly across the black sky. “It’s so beautiful here.” She whispered returning her gaze to his still form.

“Yes, it is.” He turned to her then and their eyes locked instantly. At that moment all thought fled from both of their minds as they stared at each other.

Sharp waves of desire coursed through Vincent’s body. His chest rose and fell with the rapidity of his breathing as his eyes shamelessly raked over her body.

Ana’s deep shiver had little to do with the breeze drifting across her and more with the intense look of desire blazing in the depths of his bright golden eyes. Her breast, stomach, hips and thighs all burned as though his very gaze was scorching her. Without thinking she took a step toward him.

He looked away from her briefly. “Don’t.” His voice was thick and raspy as he desperately tried to control his raging desire.

“Why?” She whispered as she took the last few steps bringing her body just a few inches from his. She reached out and took his hand in hers. “I’ve never felt like this.” She whispered as she gingerly ran her fingers across the palm of his hand and over his fingertips.

“Ana, please.” His plea was desperate and followed by a deep groan as he felt her soft, full lips drift across the tips of his fingers.

“What?” She whispered stepping so close to him that their bodies were now pressed together. “I feel light headed.”

He turned his head away fighting the urge to kiss her, posses her. “Ana you must…stop…” the words halted in his throat at the feel of her soft damp lips dancing across the delicate skin covering his pulse. He felt the control he had latched onto slipping through his fingers as her hands ran up his back.

“I can’t stop myself.” Her voice was low and sultry as she pressed herself more firmly against him. “Please,” she pleaded. “Just one taste.” Her voice was barely higher then a whisper and her gaze focused on his mouth.

A deep growl rumbled in his chest as he briefly gave himself over to his primitive side, his animal side. His lips crushed down upon hers full of all the pent up passion he had been keeping in check since that first night he had brought her to his home.

She groaned as his tongue snaked out and caressed her lips. Instinctively she parted her lips allowing him inside. She raised herself on her tiptoes taking the kiss deeper. She heard him groan deep in his throat as his hands gripped the cloth at her back. The world was spinning and she couldn’t think. All the blood seemed to rush to her head causing her to become weak in the knees. Had Vincent not been holding her up she would have slipped to the ground.

His left hand drifted down her back till it reached her firm bottom. He cupped her soft round cheek and pressed against him so she could feel how hard and ready he was. His head was clouded by the overwhelming passion she had sparked and he wanted to mate. He had to get himself under control otherwise he wouldn’t care where they where, who they were. He would give in to the roaring lust screaming though his veins and he would take her, right here, right now.

There was no gentleness in the kiss or the caresses they bestowed upon each other. There was only raw need and dangerous passion.