Chapter Eleven: Hunter
"I don't want you to go," he said.
She peered at his reflection in the bathroom mirror as she brushed her teeth. She spit, wiped her mouth and said, "It's a little late for you to try and protect me, don't you think?"
He sighed as he watched her dress. "What can I say?" he quipped in an unmistakable, sexy southern drawl. "I thought I'd try being your white knight for a while."
She chuckled as she went over to where he stood, shirtless and beautiful. She ran her hands along his chiseled, tanned chest and lost herself in his bright blue eyes; slightly obscured by strands of his dark blond hair. "You always have been," she assured him before she traced his four day old stubble with one finger. "And I've always loved you for it."
He kissed her then, tasting the mint on her full lips. He curved an arm around her waist and pulled her close, as close as he could get. He loved the feel of her soft curves against his rock hard body.
There was a sexy glint in his eye as he pulled her back toward the bed, his hand slipping up her black t-shirt and easily releasing her bra. His mouth curved into that insufferable grin she'd found unable to resist years ago.
"Distracting me won't stop me from going," she advised, but she didn't protest as they fell together onto the bed. She straddled him as he tore her shirt from her body. Her heavy breasts swayed in front of his hungry mouth.
She gasped as his mouth found its target, and he rolled her over onto her back. Strong male fingers undid the button on her jeans and eased the zipper down. She groaned as her hand grasped a handful of his long hair.
The stubble of his beard tickled the soft ivory skin of her chest and stomach, but she did not giggle as she pulled him up for a scorching kiss. His mouth plundered hers, taking all the passion she had to give. Her nails carved into the taunt muscles of his back as her legs wrapped around his waist. Through his jeans, she felt how hard he had become. She ached for him.
She pushed him back over onto his back and her hands slid across the smooth terrain of his stomach. His hand was in her hair as he watched her caress his erection over the cool denim of his jeans. She placed loving little kisses along his chest and over his stomach as her hand reached into his pants to cup that which she burned to touch, to taste, to feel.
His head tipped back when she eased his pants over his hips and released his rock hard shaft. The cool air was replaced by her hot breath as her red and black hair spilled over his thighs.
He watched her full lips cover the head of his dick as she swallowed him in a slow, sweet motion. She took her time... she savored him. Her tongue danced along the silky smooth head of his cock and he thought he might just spontaneously combust if he didn't fuck her soon.
So he pushed her by the shoulders onto her back as he fiercely ripped her jeans down, which caused her to gasp. But she was right there with him and kicked her pants free, then opened up for him.
He crawled between her legs, feeling her warm body surround him as he slipped inside her. She was tight, wet and warm and he groaned as he buried himself as deep as he could. He wanted to disappear into everything she was.
Their eyes locked as he thrust in and out of her; their intimacy one of body and soul. Her hand was in his hair as it fell over his shoulders. She watched his face contort with his desire for her and she cried out for him to fuck her harder.
They were lost in their own world, whispers and moans. He loved to watch her eyes widen with each thrust, as he filled her in ways she couldn't even articulate. It was as if he was made for her and she for him. They fit each other perfectly.
She rolled him onto his back and straddled him and clutched him deeper inside of her. His hands went to her full hips as he guided her up and down on his cock. She writhed against him, her movements fluid and languid like a cat. His hands slid up her bare back and around to her supple breasts and the smooth curve of her stomach. He loved everything about her.
He sat up and kissed her, his hands in her hair. She groaned as he flipped her back onto her back, his movements more urgent; his need tangible.
She cried out as he fucked her harder and faster like she begged. She felt herself lose control and she screamed with each wave of indescribable pleasure. That was all it took for him to fall over the edge himself. He too cried out as he thrust himself deep inside of her and spent all his passion in an intense orgasm that took his very breath away.
He lay on top of her and gasped for breath, his forehead against hers, his hands cupping her face.
When he was able, his eyes met hers.
"I don't want you to go," he repeated.
"I know," she whispered, fighting the tear that threatened to escape.
But she slipped out from underneath him and went anyway.
Sebastian moved like a zombie through the darkened halls of the secret rooms that lay beyond his club. He could still feel her, he thought -- though his mind was numb with pain. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her face.
He swayed with the enormity of his grief and steadied himself against the hallway wall. Who had done such a horrible thing, he wondered again.
When he heard the sobbing, he could have sworn it was his own. His dazed amber eyes peered into the dark recesses of the hallway. He heard it again; it was muffled but it was definitely another person sobbing in one of the rooms.
It was a woman.
Sebastian ran over and threw open the door. Was it possible? Could it be?
There, amidst dark blue velvet and black lace, was a tiny girl with black hair, smudged dark eyeliner and pale blue eyes.
His brow knit with confusion. "Who are you?"
