Page 177 of Rebel Hawke

I hate begging.

Despise the needy, desperate sound in my voice.

Abhor how much my happiness is tied to this man.

But I’d be lying if I said I could live without him.

Withoutthis.

I was an idiot to even suggest it because walking away from Atlas would have been impossible. Just like it would be now—and not just simply due to the way my legs shake, waiting for him to plunge into me again, for him to fall back into that mindless rhythm that already has me so close.

“Please…”

Atlas issues a low growl and seems to take my words to heart, his hips snapping faster, his cock driving into me harder, filling me so completely. The pace becomes so frantic that I have to cling to him with every ounce of strength I possess to keep from sliding across the slick tile.

He grazes his teeth along my jaw, up to that spot behind my ear that always drives me wild. He kisses me there. Then a soft, wet suck before he moves to my ear and bites.

The sharp zing of pain makes me buck against him, my clit pulsing, and he uses his massive, strong body to pin me harder to the wall. He grinds his pelvis against mine, angling me to give him just the right position to rub directly on that spot sure to send me soaring.

Fuck, yes…

This is what I needed.

His power.

The strength.

Hard, straining muscles.

Ragged breaths.

All of it.

Atlas’ beauty lies in his ability to be so many things—rough, violent, relentless, and brutal, yet attentive, sweet, and oh so driven to please. He wouldn’t be who he is without all of that, and seeing the agony he was suffering in knowing he had to make that decision in the ring made me wonder if he would lose this.

But the hot water thundering down around us washes away everything.

The blood trickling from the gash above his eye.

The sweat.

And most importantly, the worries I had going into tonight.

All that exists in this moment is us coming together again—what we should have done last night instead of arguing about something that was never going to be resolved with words.

Atlas knew, in his heart, what he had to do.

He just needed time to figure it out for himself.

To get to the place where he could land that final blow and seize what is rightfully his—the same way he’s taking me now.

Because Iamhis.

I always have been.

Only now, he possesses me in a completely different way. One that goes bone and soul deep. Each sharp drive of his thick cock and roll of his hips builds heat low in my belly.

I whimper and grind against him harder, desperately chasing the same thing he is. Unable to grasp it myself.

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