Hunter: Dirty Little Secret

Hunter: Dirty Little Secret

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18+ mature content *CONTAINS VIOLENCE, VULGAR LANGUAGE, AND VERY SEXUAL SCENES --------------- "Babydoll" he breathed out, his hands reached up to caress my cheeks. My traitorous body instantly leaned into his touch, loving it. His touch was like a switch for my body to feel relaxed and at home. Hunter slid his hands from my cheeks to wrap his arms tightly around my waist. He nuzzled his face in my neck, breathing in my scent. As I wrapped my arms around his neck, placing my head over his beating heart. Fucking hell his voice and everything about him melted down all my defenses against him, I felt so weak around him, like a damsel in distress and he was my saviour. ----- It's been four years since they last looked into each other's eyes. But they aren't the same innocent kids that they were back then. On the verge of being adults, they both have new secrets and desires that they have yet to share with each other. ----- Enjoy!
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There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

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