Page 99 of Rebel Hawke

Fuck…

So hot.

So wet.

So tight and ready for me.

I drag my hips back and plow into her again, holding nothing back.

This won’t be slow and sweet.

This won’t be an exploration, the way many of our nights together have been, especially since the no-sex rule was initiated. Taking the time to truly learn every intimate detail of each other’s bodies.

But what itwillbe is exactly what we both need.

That man had his hands on her again, and all that pent-up frustration of the last sseveral weeks mixing with the rage at that vision in my head makes me drive even harder until my hips piston so fast I can’t even control them anymore.

Plunging in and out of her.

Pinning her tighter to the wall.

Trying to fuck away all the pain and anguish we’ve both felt and vanquish all the fear threatening to consume all the good things we have.

Pushing for that perfection we can be together.

WREN

Growingup in New Orleans and then living along the Texas coast, I’ve experienced countless massive storms rolling in off the Gulf.

Thunder.

Lightning.

Wind.

Torrential rains that threaten to drown anything in their path.

The destructive force of those storms left scars on the people and the landscape. They shaped the future and changed the trajectory of lives. No one can deny the power and intensity of Mother Nature or what she’s capable of.

Butnothingcompares to the hurricane thatisAtlas tonight.

I should have known what I was letting loose when I told him what I wanted, should have anticipated what all this time would have built up in him, yet I was wholly unprepared forthis.

The man is wild.

Bordering on out of control.

Wrapping me up.

Consuming me.

Pinning me to the unyielding, rough wall and overwhelming me with his lips, his hands, and his cock as he pummels me with a reckless abandon I’ve never experienced—not even that first night when I thought I was getting all of him.

It was only the tip of the iceberg floating in those blue eyes of his that can switch so easily from frosty to warm.

Which would it be now?

That thought disappears the moment he plunges into me again.

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