The Price Of Wanting

Kayla stirred awake in the quiet hush of the night, the soft rhythm of Hunter's breathing the only sound in the dimly lit room. Curled up against his side, she felt the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath her cheek, his warmth enveloping her like a blanket. He was still fast asleep, his dark curls tousled against the pillow, lips slightly parted, completely at peace.

But Kayla wasn't.

Her mind buzzed with thoughts of him--how effortlessly beautiful he looked even in sleep, the way his arm tightened around her when she moved, the faint scent of leather and smoke lingering on his skin. Every little detail stirred something deep inside her. She bit her lip, trying to shake the heat pooling in her belly, but it was no use.

Desire crept in slowly at first, then stronger, insistent. She nestled closer, heart pounding, her breath catching as her fingers lightly traced the inked lines of his arm.

He was so damn sexy, and she wanted him--badly.

As Kayla shifted slightly, trying to ease the tension building in her body, one of her legs slipped between his. Her thigh brushed against something firm--warm, unmistakable.

Her breath caught.

That wasn't his leg.

Heat rushed to her cheeks as realization struck like a thunderclap. Hunter was hard. Still fast asleep, completely unaware, and somehow achingly aroused.

Kayla's mind spiraled.

She bit her lip, her heart now thudding in her chest. She hadn't meant to touch him like that--not really--but now that she had, it was all she could think about. The heat in her belly flared, her skin buzzing with need. It wasn't just that he was sexy--it was that her body wanted him, craved him, with a desperation she could barely contain.

She pressed her thighs together, pulse fluttering.

How was she supposed to sleep now?

Her breath shook as she shifted, slowly and carefully, lifting one leg over him to straddle his hips. The blanket slipped down her back, and the cool air kissed her skin, but the heat between them made her shiver for an entirely different reason.

Hunter didn't stir--just let out a soft breath, his head lolling slightly to the side, blissfully unaware of the position she'd taken.

Kayla sat there for a moment, just watching him, feeling the rise and fall of his chest beneath her. He looked so peaceful... and so tempting. Her pulse thrummed in her ears.

With delicate fingers, she reached down, tugging gently at the waistband of his sweats. Inch by inch, she eased them down just enough, revealing the source of his hardness, already hot and heavy against her palm. She swallowed hard, desire pulsing low in her belly as she wrapped her fingers around him.

Still asleep.

Still hard for her.

A thrill ran through her--part boldness, part longing--as she lifted her hips slightly, ready to take what she wanted, just like he did on those nights when his need eclipsed everything else.

If he could claim her in the dark, half-lost in a dream... then maybe it was time she did the same.

Kayla held her breath as she rose up on her knees, guiding him with a steady hand. Her other rested gently on his stomach, feeling the slow, even rhythm of his breathing as he slept beneath her.

She positioned herself over him, heart pounding in her chest, thighs already trembling with anticipation.

Then, slowly--carefully--she began to lower herself onto him.

The sensation made her gasp, but she bit down on her lip to stay quiet, her eyes fluttering shut as she sank down, inch by inch. He was thick, stretching her in that way that always made her ache in the best way, and she had to pause halfway just to catch her breath.

Hunter stirred faintly beneath her--just a shift of his hips, a twitch of his fingers--but didn't wake.

Once she was fully seated, her thighs flush against his, she let out a quiet, shaky sigh. He was deep inside her now, warm and perfect, filling her completely. Her body trembled with the weight of desire and control, caught in the heady thrill of taking him while he slept, of reversing the roles they'd danced between so many times before.

She stayed there a moment, savoring it. Owning it.

And when she began to move, it was slow, steady, and full of quiet hunger.

Kayla started to move, slow and steady, rolling her hips in a gentle rhythm. Each motion sent a delicious wave through her body, her hands braced lightly against his chest as she rode him with quiet intent. The pleasure built gradually, deep and pulsing, and the thrill of having him like this--softly moaning in his sleep, completely hers--sent shivers down her spine.

She bit her lip to muffle a whimper, tightening around him as she rocked her hips again, savoring every inch of him, every brush of friction.

Hunter shifted beneath her, a low sound slipping from his throat.

Her breath hitched. She froze for a beat, heart racing, eyes flicking to his face.

He groaned softly, brows drawing together as his body tensed, responding to the movement, to her heat wrapped around him. His hands twitched at his sides.

Then his eyelids fluttered open, hazy and confused.

"Kay...?" he rasped, voice thick with sleep and something darker--something primal. His gaze flicked down, taking in the sight of her straddling him, her body still moving slow and smooth above him.

"What are you...?" He inhaled sharply, jaw tightening as reality hit him fully.

And just like that, the fog in his eyes turned to fire.

Hunter blinked the sleep from his eyes, but the lazy grin spreading across his face told her he was wide awake now. His hands slid up her thighs, gripping her just hard enough to make her gasp.

"Well, well..." he murmured, voice low and thick with sleep and heat. "Look at you, ridin' me like I'm your own personal toy." His thumb brushed a teasing circle on her hip. "Couldn't wait for me to wake up, huh, sweetheart?"

Kayla's cheeks flushed, but she didn't stop moving--if anything, the teasing lit her up more.

"I learned from the best," she whispered, breathless.

Hunter chuckled, dark and lazy. "Damn right you did." His hands slid to her waist, holding her steady as his hips bucked up into her, hard and sudden.

She gasped, falling forward with her hands against his chest.

"Mm. That got your attention," he murmured, eyes glinting. "You want to use me, baby? Go ahead. But don't think I won't turn it around on you."

Before she could answer, he sat up, one hand wrapping around the back of her neck, the other gripping her ass as he shifted them effortlessly. In one swift movement, he had her on her back beneath him, his body heavy and warm over hers.

"You woke the beast, sweetheart," he whispered against her ear, nipping at her lobe. "Now you're mine."

And when he started to move, deep and deliberate, it was with that same dark hunger she'd felt from him before--but this time, it was her who had lit the match.

Hunter's grip on her tightened, fingers digging into her hips as he slammed up into her once more, harder this time--enough to make her cry out and clutch at his shoulders.

"You thought you could use me in my sleep, huh?" he growled, voice low and dangerous against her neck. "Climb on top and take what you want without waking me up?"

Kayla whimpered beneath him, writhing as he pinned her down. Her body answered for her, trembling around him.

He pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes, a wild glint in his own. "You're mine, baby. You don't get to play that game without waking the monster."

Then his hand slipped between them, fingers rough as they found her swollen clit, circling it hard and fast. "Daddy's gonna show you what happens when you get greedy."

Kayla gasped, her back arching as her body shuddered, overwhelmed by the sudden pressure.

"That's it," he growled, fucking into her deeper now, relentless. "You want Daddy's cock so bad, you take it. You take every goddamn inch like a good girl."

She moaned, near delirious, and that only made him smirk darker.

"Yeah... that's my girl. Sweet little thing thought she was in control." He leaned down, biting her bottom lip. "Not a chance."