Page 176 of Rebel Hawke

Even knowing there was a chance I was going to throw the fight.

She still believed in me.

She trusted me deep down.

I tunnel my hand into her hair, angling her head so I can take her mouth in a devastatingly brutal kiss. “Fuck, I love you.”

No one has ever understood me, has ever just let me bemethe way she has. Not even Astrid. There were always questions. Pushes in other directions. Attempts to steer me toward where they saw my future.

Never with her.

She saw what I wanted, and she bent over backward to ensure I got it.

I can’t imagine what life would’ve been like had I lost her, if I had let her go.

That won’t happen again.

Never.

Never.

Never.

I drive into her in one hard thrust, stilling deep, while the hot water pelts the back of my neck and shoulders and cascades over my face, washing away the sweat and the blood.

She arches, tipping her head back against the tile with a gasp, hands looping around my neck and nails digging into my nape.

That sharp sting spurs me on, and I drag my hips back and drive into her again, shoving her back against the unyielding wall.

A low, needy groan floats from her parted lips, and I dip my head to run my tongue up the length of her neck to capture the next little sound she releases.

I snap my hips hard on my next thrust, and she bucks against me, her pussy contracting, squeezing me so tightly that my balls threaten to seize up immediately.

“Fucking hell, Wren.” I plunge into her relentlessly, forcing her head up to meet my gaze with a firm grip on her chin. “You don’t ever threaten to leave me again, Little Bird.”

I drag my hips back and drive them forward, grinding my pelvis against her clit.

She groans and struggles to take a breath between my thrusts. “Don’t-don’t ever do anything stupid enough to make me threaten it again.”

Such a little spitfire.

Not afraid to stand her ground or tell me to fuck off when I need to hear it.

I grin at her, brushing my thumb over her quivering bottom lip. “Deal.”

The rest of my ability to think or speak falls away as I set a punishing rhythm designed to take both of us over that edge fast.

Any minute now, someone will be pounding on that door, looking for me, but I won’t stop for anything.

Wren’s mewls and moans fill my ears, mingling with the harsh snap of my hips, the water cascading around us, and the raw animal sounds being ripped from my throat with each thrust.

She tightens around me again, her body trembling, and I can’t tell if the water on her cheeks is from the shower or tears. I lean forward and drag my tongue across one.

The salty flavor makes me pull back slightly and slow my pace. “You okay, Little Bird?”

She nods, whimpering. “Keep going. Don’t stop. Don’t ever fucking stop.”

WREN

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