Crimson Hunter (Onyx Assassins #6) Read Online Samantha Whiskey

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Magic, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Onyx Assassins Series by Samantha Whiskey
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
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“Oh God!” she cried out as I licked and sucked her nipple, drawn tight from cold and pleasure. “Ajax, everyone is still out there.”

“They’re frozen.” I moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention before brushing a kiss over the mating mark that sat like a pendant on her collarbone. Touching her quickened my pulse, heated my blood, and drove me right toward madness, but when she fought with my zipper and set her hands on me, I came undone. “Fuck, baby.”

“So they can’t see us?” she asked, testing her teeth on my neck as she stroked my cock from root to tip.

“Or hear us.” I adjusted my grip, balancing her against the pillar, then sent my hands up her dress and shredded the tiny straps of her underwear. I pocketed the scrap of lace. “You could scream for me, and they wouldn’t know. In fact, I think I’ll make you do just that.”

I swirled two of my fingers over her clit, and she gasped.

“So fucking wet.” She was a goddamned dream, complete and utter perfection.

“Ajax,” she demanded, squirming in my arms and releasing my cock when I teased her slick entrance with my fingers.

“Should I start time again, Grace?” I slid one finger inside her tight pussy, savoring the way her hips bucked against me. “Should we see what happens? See if they come to see who’s making you moan?”

“Oh, God.” She leaned her head back against the water-slick pillar.

“They’re just beyond that water,” I growled against her ear, then kissed a path down her jawline. “And they’d be so fucking jealous if they knew where my hand was. Where my cock is about to be. Should we let them hear us?”

“No.” She trembled as I added a second finger, fucking her with my hand the way she liked, deep and slow.

“No?” I paused immediately, my fingers deep inside her. “No to them hearing us? Or no to me fucking you?” I already knew the answer, but I’d never take her complete enthusiasm for granted.

“No hearing us!” She rocked her hips against my hand, rising and falling on my fingers. “Don’t stop!”

I looked down between us, my hand appearing and disappearing under the wet folds of her skirt. “I’m going to fuck you right here, and then I’m going to carry you to our room and fuck you again, where I can peel every stitch of clothes off your body and worship every. Single. Inch.” I punctuated each word with a thrust of my fingers, adding my thumb to sweep across her clit.

“Yes.” She reached for my cock, shoving my pants down under the swell of my ass. “That’s exactly what I want.”

The feel of her little ballet flats digging into the bare skin of my ass made me groan. Every single thing about this woman turned me on, made me wild to get inside her.

“Then tell me you need it.” I slid my fingers from her body and nudged my cock to her entrance. She was hot and wet on my tip, and it took every ounce of my self-control not to drive into her the way we both craved.

“I need it.”

I grinned, then sucked at a sensitive area on her throat. “You need what, baby?”

She groaned in frustration, swirling her hips over my dick, and I nearly fucking lost it.

“Say it.” I grazed my fangs down the soft skin of her throat, but had enough sense not to bite. It didn’t matter that I was starving for her, that my hunger was a gnawing, ever-present agony. The only thing that mattered was Grace. Her needs. Her wants. Her health.

She took my face between her hands and demanded my attention.

I gave it, locking our gazes as the water fell on every side of us.

“I need your cock inside me.”

Whatever tether I’d had on my instincts snapped, and I drove my hips forward at the same time I pulled her against me, taking her in one deep thrust.

She cried out once, and then I swallowed the next scream, kissing her hard and deep as I pounded into her, cushioning the back of her head with one hand and gripping her hips with the other.

Indescribable pleasure consumed me with each drive of my hips. Each thrust was better than the last. Every time I withdrew was only a preamble to the absolute perfection of sliding back home. Because that’s what she was to me. Grace was home.

Grace was mine.

Her muscles tightened, and when I felt her breaths change, her body tighten, I reached between us and stroked her to orgasm. She fell over the edge with a cry the entire palace would have heard if I hadn’t held us suspended in this little bubble of infinity.

“Fuck, the way you ripple around me,” I growled against her throat as her pussy convulsed in waves. She smelled so fucking good, felt so fucking good, tasted so—


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