Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Oh, God…
I arch, grasp the linens, cry out, as he sucks at me. First gently. Then not so gently, like he’s feasting on me.
I’m so close. So close to where I was last night, when—
He stops.
Looks up at me from between my legs, his chin glistening.
“Hawk, please…”
“Oh, baby. Don’t you worry. But I’ve got to get inside you.”
He moves from the bed, slides on a condom, and then…
He thrusts into me.
I gasp.
He’s large. So large. But I’m wet and ready, and it’s nothing like the painful invasions of my past. It’s slow and gentle, filled with the kind of warmth and kindness I never thought I’d associate with this act.
Hawk takes his time, building a steady rhythm that has me gasping in pleasure. His eyes are locked on mine, filled with an intensity and devotion that takes my breath away. I wrap my legs around him, urging him deeper. His movements become more urgent, more passionate.
He quickens his pace, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting…
Until I gasp as an orgasm rips through me.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
His words spur me further into the climax.
I never imagined it could feel like this. Like I’m complete.
That I want him inside me.
And God, I do.
As my climax rolls away, another takes its place.
Another.
Another, another, another…
It hits me like sunlight after a storm—sudden, blinding, warm in places I didn’t know had gone cold. My chest feels too big for my body, like it’s stretching to hold something that finally fits.
Everything feels sharper. Brighter. My heart’s beating fast, but not from fear—no, this is joy, raw and wild and crackling in my veins.
For a second, nothing hurts. Nothing’s wrong. I’m just here, and it’s enough. More than enough.
I want to laugh. I want to run. I want to tell someone, anyone, that this moment matters—because it does. It so does.
“That’s it, baby.”
From somewhere around me, Hawk’s voice. His low, rich, and perfect voice.
And more elation. More lightness in my limbs, like gravity’s loosened its grip just for me. More electricity humming beneath my skin. My thoughts are sharp and fast, but they don’t scare me—they dance, leaping from one joy to the next like a song I never want to stop hearing.
More freedom. More yes. More of that wild, unstoppable feeling that anything—everything—is possible. I want to bottle it. Hold it. Live inside it forever.
Because in this moment, I’m not weighed down by what I’ve lost or afraid of what’s coming. I’m just…complete.
Overflowing.
As if all the empty places in me have been filled with gold.
Until finally, he pushes into me so hard I’m sure he’s touching my very soul.
Every last contraction of his release fills me with joy.
In my heart, a truth forms.
No matter what happens—whoever is trying to threaten me—Hawk and I can face any kind of cryptic curse and untangle it together.
39
HAWK
Fuck.
I’ve had plenty of women in my life, but damn…
That was one tight little pussy. And Daniela’s body… So beautiful with curves in the right places, lean in others. Perfection.
I want to take care of her. Maybe forever.
But I’m not a moron. I know I’m just full of oxytocin from my orgasm. Still, though…this was different.
Different in an amazing way.
I kiss her forehead. “Stay here.” I rise and go to the bathroom, run a soft cloth under warm water, and return to the bedroom. I’m about to lie back down on the bed when my doorbell rings.
Daniela’s ears perk up. “Who could be at your door at this hour?”
I shrug. “Probably a delivery.”
“Are you expecting anything?”
I shrug. “Mom sends me cute little gifts now and then. Cookies from a local bakery, stuff like that.” Usually because she’s feeling guilty about something she’s said, but I leave that part out. “But it’s going to have to wait.” I sit down on the bed, run the cloth up her left leg. “Let me take care of you.”
“You already did,” she says.
“Shh…” I spread her lovely legs and slide the warm cloth between them.
She sighs. “Oh, that’s nice.”
“Hasn’t anyone taken care of you before?”
“Are you kidding? Of course not.”
Again, I want to pummel all the men who used her, and her father even more so for allowing it. Good thing he’s six feet under, or I’d be on a plane to Bogotá and he’d be toast by morning.
Her pussy is pink and pretty, and I can’t help myself. I slide my tongue between her folds.
Her gasp is music to my ears as I taste her, sweet and purely Daniela. Her legs quiver under my touch as she grips the sheets beneath us, moaning my name in a shaky whisper.
“Hawk,” she breathes out, her voice filled with pleasure.
“Shh,” I soothe her, my hands coming up to grip her hips, holding her in place against the assault of my tongue. “Just feel.”
And she does. She lets out a long sigh, tilting her hips for more. The sight of her spread out before me, writhing in pleasure under my touch, is enough to make me hard again.