deep inside her, pressed his hand to her lower belly to still her movements, and froze. “Say it.”
She wriggled, trying to get free, trying to move. She couldn’t. He was bigger than her, stronger. Raking her claws up his arm, she hissed. “Move.”
“No.”
“Move.” She bucked and twisted, but her struggles only stoked the fire inside her higher and higher. Even without movement, the fit was so tight that her pussy spasmed around the figurine. Her muscles fisted around his cock. A choked breath rasped past her throat at the sweetness of it, but it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. “Deus.”
His voice dropped to a silken whisper in her ear. “Give me what I want and I’ll give you what you want.”
A whimper was the only response she could manage as he used his free hand to pluck at her nipples. Then he pinched them hard, and she broke. “Hunter!”
“Yes.” He pistoned inside her, his cock stretching her almost as wide as the statue did.
She almost cried out in relief as pleasure ripped through her system. Shoving her hips forward and back to meet each thrust, she could do nothing more than moan. His hand stroked her nipples, and the combination was enough to make her shudder at the ripening tension.
His mouth opened over her shoulder, sucking on the sweat-dampened flesh. He bit down, and she screamed, shock and ecstasy flashing through her. Her body bowed hard as she came, and her sex clenched rhythmically as she exploded in his arms. His cock hammered inside her, his arms locking tight around her to hold her close, and a harsh groan ripped from his chest as his fluids filled her.
When orgasm finally eased its grip on her, she relaxed, her face pressing to the pillow. Her lungs burned as she tried to gulp in needed air. Shivers still racked her body many moments later, and she whimpered. “Deus.”
“Did I hurt you?” It almost sounded as though he were concerned, and she fought a snort. Any man concerned about a woman who’d tried to rob him was clearly out of his skull. Then again, any man who’d fuck a woman with a priceless figurine was also out of his skull, so Hunter wasn’t faring well on the sanity scale. He pulled both the statue and his cock out of her, his hands sliding over her as if looking for damage.
Peeking over her shoulder, she saw the same closed expression she’d noted the moment she’d met his gaze. He laughed and smiled, but there was a remoteness about him that warned people away. She doubted it was there solely for her benefit. It intrigued her—she’d never been one to heed warnings or obey rules. She wouldn’t be in her line of work otherwise.
A few moments passed while she looked him over, rolling so she could see all of him. He wasn’t hard to look at. At well over two meters tall, he made her feel petite. It was unusual. Unsettling. She wasn’t sure if she liked it or not. Something to consider later.
His shoulders were ridiculously wide, tapering to a narrow waist. There wasn’t an ounce of fat anywhere on his body. She’d put her hands all over his pretty muscles the night before, so she knew firsthand how well built he was. She’d never met a man with a nicer body except one of her sister’s jades, Nolan Angelo. But…something about Hunter made him stand out in her mind. Nolan was as close to human perfection as a man came, and he’d never affected her this way.
It was Hunter’s face, she decided.
A slim scar ran from the corner of his eye and curved down to disappear under his jawline. Interesting. She wanted to know how he got it, wanted to run her fingertips over it to memorize the shape and feel. His eyes were a rich brown, flecked with amber, gold, and ebony, the look in them intense and focused. And they usually focused in on her. It made her feel stalked, hunted. Like prey. Also unusual, since she was usually the one doing the hunting.
His hair was also brown, a little long, but nothing special. Average coloring. He should have been easy to overlook and dismiss. He wasn’t.
He was imposing, but he didn’t scare her. He fascinated her. It was within his power to hurt her, and he hadn’t so far. Instead he’d made her come more times in one night than she’d ever imagined possible. And wasn’t that just a nice little bonus to their arrangement?
Nothing about him should fascinate her, and the fact that he’d more than captured her interest sent a niggle of worry though her. She pushed it aside—it would pass, and once the week was over and the job was done, she’d never see him again. That would be the end of it, no matter how intriguing she found him. It was just another reason she was good at her work. To put it mildly. She was the best. She took great pride in being the best. She’d worked her ass off to get the kind of reputation that said she never failed, that she could steal anything from anyone at any time. Nothing was going to change that. She wouldn’t let some rich little hawk smear her reputation. No one was that good-looking or that good in bed.
Putting any lingering uncertainty aside, she gave a contented cat-stretch and yawned until she thought her jaw might crack. “So, what shall we do for the rest of the day?”
“I’m sure we’ll think of something.” A smile curved his lips and he reached for her.
Just watching Delilah walk was an erotic experience. The feline grace in every stride and every smooth swish of her hips captivated Hunter, and he was unable to tear his gaze away. Her small breasts bounced, the pert nipples a lovely shade of pink. He recalled clearly the satin texture of them in his mouth, the way they’d darkened and puckered.
His cock began to fill, the flesh firming with every step she took toward him. She settled herself on a stool topped with plush kleather padding. The kelp leather was prime grade, imported from Asia. The contrast of the black fabric against the pale flesh of her ass drew his gaze.
Everything about her drew his gaze.
And he liked having her here in his home. His instincts flickered to life at the reminder of what this woman was to him. Mate. The hawk within reveled at the claiming of her. He’d reached for her so often in the night that his body ached, but he’d woken again and again, the hunger so sharp he’d had to have her.
He blinked and swallowed, forcing his mind away from the heated memories before he bent her over the countertop to fuck her once more. “Are you hungry?”
She nodded, crossing her legs demurely. Considering her complete nudity, the gesture made him smile. He caught himself, the grin fading. He’d smiled more in the last day than he had in…years. Yet, it felt natural to smile at her, to laugh with her. She seemed to take such joy in living, throwing herself wholly into what she did and said. Whereas he was much more cautious.
Life after his parents’ death—life with his uncle—had taught him the value of caution. Nothing had changed his mind since. But he rarely changed it once a decision had been reached.
“Hunter?” She tilted her head to meet his gaze, the corners of her eyes crinkling. “Are you going to offer me food just to tease me?”
He shook himself out of his reverie. “No. Of course not.” Turning to retrieve the required sustenance, he paused and looked back. “What do you like to eat?”
It was one of many things he didn’t know about this woman who was his mate. He knew she was a criminal, knew she was passionate and beautiful, but that was the extent of his knowledge. He would have to change that.
The deep craving inside him to know everything, to know all of her, had to spring from
