Page 48 of Rebel Hawke

“Fucking hell, Wren.”

Ineloquent, but they’re the only words I can manage as I shift closer, needing more, wanting everything. Her pleasure. Her pain. Her smooth skin and her scars. Her dreams and fears and all the ugly things she tries to hide as much as I do my own.

I want themall.

All of Wren…

She groans, her head tipping back, her mouth falling open when I finally bottom out deep inside her. I still for a moment, letting her adjust to my size, watching her beautiful lips part as she shifts under me and her pussy ripples along my length. Tangling my fingers into her thick, dark hair, I drag her mouth to mine and pull my hips back to plunge into her again.

I catch her gasp and swallow it down, along with the flavor of her release still coating my tongue.

And fuck if it isn’t the most satisfying and delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.

Withdrawing and sinking in again, I set a steady but restrained pace, moving with her, a sensual, fluid dance designed to bring us to that pinnacle we both so badly need to reach while enjoying every fucking second of it.

I roll my hips with every downthrust, and she groans, clutching the comforter beneath her like it’s the sole thing keeping her grounded to the bed.

Maybe it is.

I’m so fucking close to flying off into oblivion myself.

A hairsbreadth away from losing all control.

And the longer I fuck Wren, the deeper and more frantic our kisses become, the clearer it is how truly fucked I am when it comes to this woman.

So thoroughly fucked.

Which is exactly how I intend to leave Wren by the end of the night.

Shaking and spasming and completely destroyed…

She tears her mouth away from mine, trying to catch her breath. Her chest heaves, her breasts pressed against me hard enough that I can feel her heart beating wildly beneath them.

I still again, concern instantly replacing the overwhelming emotions I’ve been drowning in. “Do you need—”

“No.” She shakes her head and wraps her arms around me, digging her nails into my shoulders. “I’m okay. Just…go faster.”

Fucking hell.

I’m barely hanging on by a thread as it is, my entire body coiled tight, my balls drawn up and ready to blow embarrassingly fast. Those words are like throwing jet fuel on the inferno already raging for this woman.

Wren might bear the scars from the flames, but she’s the one consuming me with her fire, cocooning me in her heat, scalding me with her unbridled passion, burning me with her open acceptance and wanton need.

That’s what drives me now.

Pure carnal need for Wren.

For everything she has to offer, foranythingshe’ll give me.

I won’t deny her anything she asks for, even if it will bring me dangerously close to falling over that cliff edge I’m already precariously balancing on.

Drawing back my hips, I slam into her again, harder this time, starting a faster, punishing rhythm.

Exactly what she asked for.

A hot, pink flush spreads across her breasts and up her neck, over her cheeks as she arches her back off the bed, offering herself, reaching for even more.

But nothing I can give her will ever be enough for what Wren deserves.

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