Page 64 of Hidden While In Sight

“Please.” He was the one begging as the sensation peaked and flooded his every nerve. “Tell me this is what you want.”

Her hands slipped over his sweat-soaked body, brushing over skin that remembered the tingle of her every touch. She gripped his neck with both hands, pulling him down to her.

“Fill me with your baby,” she begged with the most precious gasping cry as she tugged his face down to hers, letting him swallow her scream when she arched and came.

He cried out in return, the sounds mingling between their linked mouths. His body shuddered as her pulses dragged out his own. His cock rocked and surged inside her while he emptied his seed, filling her up. Just how they both wanted.

Chapter 26

When Diego managed to pull out, the slickness of his cock sent another shudder through him. He told himself he’d get up in just a minute to clean them both. Then he wrapped Hannah in his arms and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep for the first time in months.

He woke up spooning her from behind, the cheeks of her ass against his morning erection. His hips remained still as he focused on the joy of having his body curled around hers.

She was his now. If she wanted his baby, then she was all in.

Diego pressed his face into her hair, breathing in that minty eucalyptus scent before shifting to kiss her shoulder.

He felt like an asshole when she stirred from the caress. Her body stretched, rubbing that ass against him and making him bite back a groan. Her head shifted, letting his fall into the crook of her neck like it belonged there, their cheeks rubbing against each other.

He wanted to soak this woman into his skin. He wanted to sink inside her and come again.

“Good morning,” she murmured, her head lying on one of his arms, using it as her pillow.

“Are you awake, Hannah?” he asked. His free hand skimmed her shoulder and down over her breasts, finding her nipple already tight and puckered. He rolled and teased it, making her ass push harder into his morning erection.

She didn’t freeze at the feel of it but rocked into him as he continued to pull at her nipple.

“Tell me if you don’t want me again,” he whispered in her ear as his hand moved lower, over her stomach and down between her legs.

She was still wet from the mess he’d made before. He nipped at her neck as he used a finger to push inside. He fit a second one in, rolling her clit with his thumb as he began to fuck her with his fingers.

Her hand snaked back, wrapping around his neck and pulling his mouth tighter into her neck as she got caught up in the sensation. Her body surged into his fingers, then back into his hard cock, and he thrust his fingers into her faster, needing her to unravel.

“Call my name when you come, Hannah,” he begged into her neck. “I want to hear your sex-drugged voice say my name.” She soaked his hand when he used his thumb in tighter circles, still pumping his fingers inside her.

“D-Diego!” she cried out softly as her cunt tightened and pulsed, trying to suck his fingers deeper inside as she came.

He slipped his hand out before it was completely over, rolling her onto her stomach and using his soaked hand to slick her juices all over his cock before lining up at her entrance from behind.

Her body stiffened under him, and her sickening cry of fear squeezed his goddamn throat. He froze.

“D-don’t,” she begged, her tone ripping inside of him. All the desperate heat that had filled her voice only moments ago was completely gone.

He immediately stopped and pulled away from her. “Shh, it’s me, Hannah. I won’t hurt you. I won’t do anything more, I promise.”

She trembled and curled into herself before going still.

He was a fucking idiot. Every time he’d watched Ashford rape her, he’d taken her from behind.

Diego’s hand moved to her back, rubbing in soothing circles. “It’s okay, mami. You’re okay.”

Long minutes passed as he continued whispering soothing words, too scared that pulling her into his arms would trigger her worse. He allowed himself only that single, careful touch on her back.

Hannah’s body slowly loosened, her legs uncurling. She rolled toward him, wrapping her arms around him as she buried her face in his chest.

“You stopped,” she mumbled and began to cry, not in loud, gasping sobs but in silent tears that soaked into the tattoos on his chest.

“Of course I stopped.” He let himself hold her, his tension easing when she didn’t stiffen against his touch. “I told you. You’re safe with me.”

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