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Melinda's back arches off the bed, a low, needy whine escaping her lips. The sound goes straight through me, igniting a fire in my veins and making me achingly hard.

I position myself between her thighs, drinking in the sight of her. "Mine," I growl, the word both a statement and a question. "Say it."

"Yours," Melinda breathes, her voice trembling with need. "Please, Hawke."

The plea in her voice nearly undoes me. I lean in, using my tongue to explore her most intimate places. The taste of her explodes on my tongue, sweeter than any ambrosia. I map every fold, every curve, committing it all to memory.

Melinda arches again, her fingers finding purchase in my hair. The slight sting as she tugs sends a jolt of pleasure down my spine. "More, please," she begs.

"You taste so good," I whisper against her heated flesh before diving back in with renewed fervor.

I lose myself in her, in the taste of her, the sound of her moans, the trembling of her body beneath me. My world narrows to this moment, to the pleasure I'm giving her. I use everything at my disposal–lips, tongue, fingers–to bring her higher and higher.

Her pleasure builds like a tidal wave gathering strength. I double my efforts, determined to see her fall apart under my touch.

When she finally comes, it's with a ragged scream that echoes off the chamber walls. Her body arches, taut as a bowstring, before collapsing back onto the bed. Through our bond, I enjoy the aftershocks of her pleasure, each one sending a corresponding thrill through my own body.

I crawl up, peppering her skin with gentle kisses as I go. When I reach her face, I see her eyes are closed, her expression one of utter bliss. I brush a stray lock of hair from her forehead, marveling at the softness of her skin.

"Open your eyes, my sweet girl, my love. That was only the start. We are far from finished.”

CHAPTER 40

May I Have Another

Melinda Mayweather

I stare into Hawke's deep blue eyes, losing myself in their depths. They're like the ocean at twilight, mysterious and alluring, with flecks of silver that catch the light. In his gaze, I see myself reflected back, but not as I am–as he sees me. Strong. Beautiful. Loved.

My love. His love. We are one.

The realization washes over me, as powerful as any tide. Together, we can face this crazy world. No matter what happens - no matter what challenges we face or what enemies come for us. With Hawke by my side, anything is possible. And for the first time in my life, I truly believe it.

Hawke's lips find mine, and I taste myself on them—sweet and musky. It should be strange, but it's not. It's perfect. It's us, intertwined in every way possible. The kiss deepens. My body calls for him, cries for him. There's an empty ache in my core that only he can soothe, a hunger that only he can satisfy.

I'm still trembling from my first release, aftershocks of pleasure rippling through me. But it's not enough. I want more. I need more. "Please touch me again, Hawke," I whisper against his lips. "I need to come again."

A wide grin curves his mouth, a mix of male satisfaction and desire dancing in his eyes. Without a word, he slips his hand down between us. His fingers find that sensitive bundle of nerves, still swollen and sensitive from his earlier attentions.

He circles it with the pad of one finger, applying just the right amount of pressure. It's perfect. So perfect. I cry out from the pleasure.

Hawke keeps his motions even, the steady rhythm making me tremble beneath him. Through our bond, I experience his concentration, his determination to bring me pleasure. It amplifies my own sensations, creating a feedback loop of desire and satisfaction.

The pressure coils and builds inside me again, faster this time. It's like a spring winding tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any moment. My breath comes in short gasps. My heart races. I cling to Hawke, my fingers digging into his shoulders, needing an anchor in the storm of sensation.

When the release comes, it's even more intense than before. Pleasure explodes through me, a supernova of sensation that leaves me gasping and shaking.

As the waves of pleasure ebb, I open my eyes to find Hawke watching me. His gaze is intense, filled with a mixture of awe, love, and unbridled desire. Our bond hums between us.

"Good girl," he whispers in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. The praise sends a shiver down my spine, igniting a fresh wave of desire. "You were perfect. Ready for more?"

His words, combined with the heat of his body pressed against mine, make me tremble with anticipation. "Hawke," I whimper. "Yes."

He dips his head, his lips trailing a path of fire down my neck. When he reaches my chest, he grazes my nipples, one at a time, with his teeth. The sensation is electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

"Ah, Ah!" I cry out. My hands fly to his head, fingers winding deep into his silky hair. I hold him there, silently begging for more.

Hawke obliges, lavishing attention on my sensitive flesh. In one smooth motion, he aligns our bodies and presses into me. He sinks deep and fast, taking my breath away.

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