Page 145 of Damaged Protector

“Eyes on the screen, Mallori. Watch me fuck your sweet cunt into the mattress while you ride my cock.”

My trembling from the orgasm had almost subsided when Hawk reached over and turned up the volume. The room was filled with the sounds of hard sex—the slaps of our bodies and the headboard slamming the wall—saturating the air around us.

As the heat turned up on-screen, so did our actual fucking. Our moans echoed the ones coming from the speakers, and Hawk slammed me up and down on his long cock. I watched him nail me to the bed on the television as one of those delicious piercings hit a spot deep inside me.

Fuck, I was about to come. Again.

Hawk slid a hand up my body, tweaking my nipple before wrapping it around my throat as he pounded up into me. “Be my good girl and come for me. Now,” he demanded through gritted teeth, and I watched the video of the wall splintering from the force as my entire body also splintered.

I was riding and crying out his name, feeling myself being ripped apart, piece by piece until I was nothing but a shell. He held himself deep, releasing into me with a loud grunt as I collapsed back onto him.

Hawk’s chest was solid against my back, and the hand around my throat relaxed. He obviously turned off the TV with the remote because the room fell into silence, except for the sounds of our heavy breathing.

The remnants of my orgasm began to fade into tiny pulses between my legs as Hawk kissed the side of my sweaty face. “Let’s take a bath together, baby,” he panted, and I nodded.

He carried me through his bedroom and into the bathroom before drawing us a bath. As I lay back against him in the steamy water, he washed my hair with fingers that managed to be simultaneously strong and tender.

I could handle Hawk when he was rough with me, but when he got like this, sweetly washing sticky residue from my hair and body, pressing soft kisses against my face… well, I was finding it difficult to ignore the little voice inside my head.

The one that told me how fucking stupid I was.

Because I was falling in love with Hawk Gentry.

Chapter 41

I woke up in my own bed and tried to sit up, but a thick arm held me tightly against a hard body.

With a resigned sigh, I snuggled back into the warmth of Hawk’s embrace. “Why do you keep sneaking out of my bed at night?” he grumbled against the back of my neck.

It had been two weeks since I’d realized I was in love with this man, and my brain was fried as I attempted to think of ways to distance myself. His attentiveness made it difficult, and sleeping beside him only made it worse. Every morning when I woke up with our limbs tangled or him holding me protectively against him, I only fell deeper.

So, for the past three nights, I’d waited for him to fall asleep after our marathon lovemaking sessions and then quietly tiptoed to my own cold bed. And every single morning following, I’d woken with him wrapped around me. Naked.

Well, he was naked. I was wearing one of his T-shirts and my panties.

“You snore,” I lied, and his warm chuckle gusted against my shoulder.

“That’s never bothered you before.” He rolled me over and pushed up onto one elbow, his big hand cupping my face. “Tell me.”

I licked my lips and tried to think of how to phrase this. “I’m moving out in about two weeks. I thought we should probably… wean ourselves.”

He was silent for a moment, his dark eyes studying mine. They had more brown in them in the mornings, making him look softer somehow. Combined with his messy black hair and naked body, it was a damn fine way to wake up.

“Or maybe we should spend as much time together as possible before you go,” he rejoindered.

“Maybe,” I allowed.

“Is there something else bothering you, Bee?”

Yes, I love you, and you’ll never love me back.

“No, I just thought you might want some space.”

“I don’t,” he said immediately, pulling me beneath him. “I want the opposite of space.” He was hard against my stomach, which clenched at his proximity. “Don’t leave my bed again.”

His deep, demanding voice had my legs spreading so he could settle between them. Stupid legs. Couple of damn sluts.

“So you woke up and chose bossiness today, huh?” I rubbed my hands up and down his wide back as his lips tipped up on one side.

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