Page 47 of Rebel Hawke

He rests his forehead on mine as he aligns himself at my core.

It would be so damn easy for him to slip inside.

A single thrust of his hips will anchor him so deep that nothing will be able to tear us apart.

Hot, slick, hard flesh glides over mine.

Again and again.

So fucking close.

“I-I…I’m not on birth control.”

He slowly lifts his head, and his eyes meet mine without a hint of the concern I expect to find there. “Have you been tested?”

I nod.

“I am, too, regularly.”

“But what if—”

Atlas raises a blond brow. “What if I get you pregnant?”

I bob my head.

A slow grin spreads across his lips without a second of hesitation. “I think seeing you pregnant and your belly growing with my baby would be the most beautiful thing in the fucking world.” He kisses me deeply again, probing with his tongue, gliding along mine in a way that promises he’s not kidding. “I hope Idoknock you up.”

Oh, Christ…

That should bother me.

Give me pause.

Make me tell him to stop.

But as crazy as it may be, his words only make me want him and this more.

The sincerity in them.

The passion and need deepening his voice and lighting his gaze.

A tear finally slides from my eye and trickles down my cheek, and I arch into him, giving him permission to sink into me in one long, slow thrust that steals my breath and any hope I had of keeping my heart from being completely owned by Atlas.

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ATLAS

As I sink into Wren’s hot, tight cunt, she immediately contracts around me. Her hips arch into mine, and she draws me even deeper. Wrapping me in her beauty and sweetness.

The pain…

The worry…

The heartache…

All the weight I’ve carried since the day of the shooting…

It evaporates in an instant, replaced by the soul-searing ecstasy of the connection we share that overwhelms me on every level.

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