Page 42 of Savage Guardian

She felt her walls give way for him. Hell, he was big, and the stretch burned. But, God, it was such a delicious burn. Such a yummy ache. Inch after inch, her hungry flesh swallowed him until his balls slapped against her ass.

“Fuck!” Hawk grunted, dropping his chin to his chest to suck in an unsteady breath. “Fae, you’re so goddamn tight, I can feel your heart beating through your pussy. You’re going to choke the shit out of my cock, baby.” He pulled out to the tip, slowly, using every inch of his thick length to illicit sensation, friction.

He pinched his eyes shut, groaning once more. “I can’t go gentle, baby. I need you too much.”

She shuddered, her body no longer hers. “Take me, Hawk. I’m yours.”

He thrust his hips forward, slamming into the heart of her. She cried out at the force and burst of pleasure, his thickness spreading her wide, splitting her open so he could feast on the core of her. Seated inside her, they moaned in unison, the sensation of him there, deep within her, like a dream. A filthy one.

He looked down at her, his eyes hooded, a mixture of awe and intense pleasure on his face.

“Fuck, Fae!” he cried out, as he pulled out, then thrust into her once more. The pounding of his hips against her inner thighs made a crude, slapping noise that only made her wetter.

Pulling out, then plunging into her, he moved at a feverish pace. His hips snapping, the base of his dick grinding into her clit, he thrust into her. Animalistic grunting was the primal sound effects to their coupling.

Pleasure, stark and blinding, built in her, as her throat whimpered noises she’d never heard before. She clawed at his back and ass, pulling him into her, bringing him closer to her. They found their rhythm; the bodies slamming together as he pounded into her. Their heartbeats matching as they moved faster, breathed heavier. Their mouths devouring one another, swallowing cries of pleasure and groans of need.

Powerfully, he fucked her; the bedframe creaking loudly as he took her harder and faster. The force of his thrusts making her breasts jerk on her chest, her nipples scraping against the coarseness of his chest hair. All over, sensations collided with one another, combining, coalescing into something earth-shattering in its magnitude.

She threw her head back and screamed, “I’m coming!” Her pussy clamped down around him as ripples of scorching hot pleasure blew through her.

“That’s it,mo chridhe. Come on my cock. Choke it. Milk me,” he rasped, increasing his speed with a groan. “I’m coming with you. Take my come, take it all. I’m gonna fill you up!”

He reached between their sweaty bodies and pinched her clit. She flew apart, screaming into the sex drenched air around them.

“Fuuuck! Yes, baby! Strangle that cock.” He gripped her hips hard enough to leave a bruise, his long fingers digging into her tender flesh as he rocketed into her. Hawk’s glorious body jerked above her as his cock jerked inside her.

“Fae!” he roared, his dick thickening as he poured his hot, sticky cum into the condom, emptying himself into her wrung out body.

It was in the lowing hours, right as the darkest part of the night caressed the sleeping face of the day, that Fae drowsily realized what Hawk had called her at the height of his pleasure.

Mo chridhe.

My heart.

But had he meant that?

Clicking the back button on the video, he grinned at the cell phone screen as it played again. Then he clicked back to watch it again. And again. Again. Again.

Fae’s beautiful face…twisting in disgust, then going white with terror.

His cock jumped against the crotch of his pants. Pants he wished he could rip off so he could give himself what he needed most in that moment. Relief. Watching his woman, his obsession on the screen was like dangling a bloody steak in the face of a starving wolf. And fuck did he hunger. But he had to wait, especially then, because he was tucked into the corner of a rinky-dink diner, waiting for the waitress to bring him the pie he ordered.

It was the same diner Fae frequented for her lunch breaks, as it was only a few blocks from the studio. It was also where the fucking filthy bikers ate. Often.

Hawk.

That fucker.

If that goddamn firewall in the Raider’s servers hadn’t come down right as he was getting to the meaty bits of information on the man, he would have more than enough to rid himself of the problem of the biker who was just too fucking close to his Aoibheal. It was one thing for Hawk to be the security for Carrie. It was totally another for him to spend any time with Fae. Fae wasn’t Hawk’s client. Hawk should focus his attentions on Carrie, the one he stupidly believed was the real Aoibheal. God, what an idiot. How could anyone look at Carrie, spend a moment in her presence, and believe that she was capable of making musical magic? The woman was as creative as a toddler with two crayons and a napkin.

He had to admit, though, his Fae was a clever one; using Carrie as a smokescreen so all the crazies in the world would focus their ugliness on her and leave Fae free to practice her magic behind the scenes. If Fae was the Wizard, Carrie was the Scarecrow, hay stuffing where her brains should be.

And Hawk was a goddamn flying monkey.

He’d get what he needed, though. Soon enough. There wasn’t anywhere the man could go that he wouldn’t see him.

Watch him.

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