Escaping Death

Chapter 18

How is it Thursday already?

Also, Happy March!

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~4.5 years earlier~

Solana

"Happy anniversary, Princess." Hunter whispers kisses down my naked back, starting at my neck and working his way down between my shoulder blades, down my spine, until he reaches...

"Mm, fuck!" I fist the sheets and bury my head in my pillow to muffle my moans.

"Have I ever told you how much I love breakfast in bed?" He purrs and then sucks my pussy's lips between his teeth.

My body hums with desire, a girl could get used to waking up like this.

"Hunter," I pant, "don't..."

I trail off when his tongue sweeps across my entrance all the way up to my rim.

"Don't?" I can feel him grinning against my folds.

My eyes roll to the back of my head where there's a full display of sparks and fireworks.

"...stop," I manage to groan out as he continues branding me with his tongue.

"Stop?" He tongues and nips at the sensitive skin on my thighs and ass. "You're not making any sense, Princess."

"Dammit Hunter, don't stop!"

He hums with the satisfaction of getting me to beg, he's always gotten off on driving me to the edge.

I'm rewarded for my begging. Hunter pulls me back, propping my hips up ever so slightly so he can drive his tongue into my core, curling it against the most sensitive parts inside of me.

Hunter knows my body better than I do, he's skillfully executing all the moves that he knows drive me wild. He must be in a very giving mood because he's doing that thing where he...

"Mm, fuck...yes...right there."

My belly begins to tighten with anticipation of release but Hunter doesn't slow down his torture. He latches onto my clit, lashing his tongue against me like a whip. He's relentless in his lingual assault, winding me up hard and fast until I reach my peak and fall over the edge loudly and incoherently.

Hunter slows the swirling of his tongue, tenderly frenching my pussy and decorating me with delicate kisses to help me come down gently from my high.

Gods does he fan my flames. My heart is a blazing inferno and it's fueled solely by him.

He's everything you could want in a partner. He's every adjective between attentive and wholesome and when he looks at me he makes me feel like I'm the only woman in the room, the only woman in the world.

He's not shy about his affection towards me either. At meals he'll sit me on his lap and feed me no matter how much I protest— and no matter how much my brothers snarl. He'll use any excuse to kiss me whether we're training or walking through the woods. I'll never get my fill of him. I go to bed at night wrapped in his warmth and I wake to the light of his smile.

"When are you going to say yes and marry me?" He lays down beside me, pulling me to his chest while our legs automatically entangle.

"Keep licking me like you did just now and I'll scream yes."