Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“What’s that?” I find myself whispering so close to his lips that I can almost taste him. This devil that’s never worn a disguise. Hawke has always been Hawke. Torturous in the way he tempts me. And sometimes I’m weak. Especially when I have needs that I know he can meet.
I brush my lips against his carefully, and it’s all the permission he needs before his callused hand is holding my face, and he plunges his tongue into my mouth. My own tongue dances against his, a small moan escaping from my mouth. The moment he touches me breathes me in and feeds me, I feel my body relax and quickly be taken over by a greedy need. I grab him by the shirt, pulling him on top of me.
He hovers his weight over me, his hand gliding up and down my waist before it trails to my tits. Oh, fuck me. Hawke is everywhere, kissing, biting, teasing. Hawke knows how to worship a woman, and my body is so receptive to his reverence.
I can feel his cock straining against my pussy through the fabric of his pants and my own shorts. He grabs my ass lifting me to press harder against his cock, and I moan, arching into him, knowing precisely how much trouble I’m about to be in.
The thing about a man this powerful is that once you get a taste of him, you can’t forget it. Don’t want to. And no one will ever compare.
I’ve run away from it for so many years, frightened about how he’ll ruin me.
But right now, I very much want to be ruined.
CHAPTER 24
Hawke
She’s everything I’ve always wanted. I’ve been praying to a God I don’t even believe in for the chance to taste her again. And now she’s coming undone in front of me, and I’ve barely touched her.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I purr, kissing along her neck that tastes faintly of salt and vanilla. I squeeze at her bountiful tits. I’ve always fucking loved them. I’ve loved every part of her even before she gave me the honor of pleasing her.
My cock is pressing against my zipper as I roll my hips into her, pleasantly surprised when she matches my rhythm.
I look down at her, those blue eyes twinkling with desire and mischief. It’s what I’ve always loved most about her. Those fuck-me eyes. That sexual gaze that oozes with confidence and damnation. She’s perfect in so many fucking ways.
I trail my hand up her inner thigh, intoxicated by the way her breath hitches, but she doesn’t look away. No, this woman has never shied away from my touch or intensity. I continue gliding my palm along her skin until I can push aside the tiny booty shorts that wreak havoc on my mind, only to discover she’s not wearing any panties. Fucking perfect.
I slide a finger into her, satisfied at the way her body arches and her lips part, but she still doesn’t look away. I insert a second finger, pumping into her in a lazy rhythm, studying her every sharp breath and the way her hips roll greedily into my hand.
“Coat my hand like a good girl,” I demand as her pussy begins to saturate my hand. Her body’s naturally getting ready for me, and I can’t wait to slam my cock inside her, branding her from the inside out.
I’ve waited fucking years for this.
To feel her around my cock again. To worship what has been the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen.
“Oh, fuck me, Hawke,” she whispers, and her expression twists between absolute pleasure and confusion. I love how she looks when I please her. I lean back as I gently rub her clit with my thumb. I’m not willing to let her come yet; that will be reserved for my cock as she squeezes everything out of me.
She seems to get frustrated as my pace slows, and I smirk as I undo my belt. Her gaze snaps to my hand, transfixed, but I hear no complaints.
“Not going to fight me on this today?” I arch an eyebrow as I rub circles on her clit. Her eyes flash with heat and defiance. She wants to deny this tension between us, but I knew my girl would break eventually. Something like this has to be seen through to the end.
“Are you ready for Hawke Junior?”
Her head hits the back of the couch, and she laughs. “You can’t still seriously be calling him that.”
I remove my hand, and she raises her head, pissed off by the immediate loss. I stand up, and she grabs my wrist. “You’re not done here, are you?”
I smirk as I reach into my back pocket and pull out a condom. I rip at it with my teeth and say around the wrapper. “Sounding needy there, lover.”