Page 100 of Rebel Hawke

I clench around him and dig my teeth into his hand at my mouth to keep from crying out as the pleasure courses through me with every rough thrust.

He doesn’t hold back.

This is Atlas completely unleashed.

This is the Atlas I’ve seen in the ring in those videos that always heated my body.

This is the Atlas I’ve been trying to build back up after his self-belief was stripped away from him with that single bullet.

Thisis Atlas “the Hurricane” Hawke.

His hand tightens on my hip, and he drags me back, angling my hips higher so that he can drive even deeper.

I gasp at the sharp intrusion and whimper around his hand.

He soothes me with some unintelligible murmur in my ear, with the soft play of his lips at that spot directly behind it, with the swipe of his tongue along my neck, the press of a frantic kiss against the marred skin there.

Atlas said he loved me.

And I believe him.

They weren’t just words said by a desperate man who has wanted this for so long. They were said by someone who has been withholding them, painfully keeping them back for some reason.

The same way he kept this part of him back.

Maybe because he didn’t think he was capable of it anymore due to his injury.

Maybe because he didn’t have confidence in himself anymore.

Maybe because he didn’t trust himself.

Or maybe because he didn’t believe I would return the sentiment.

But now, as he drives into me, his cock stretching me, the head dragging against that spot deep inside me that only he’s been able to find, I moan around his hand and turn my head toward him.

Determined.

Desperate.

Needing him to understand what he means to me.

What he hasalwaysmeant to me.

“Atlas…” I gasp as he pushes deep, then pulls back and does it again in a way that tries to rip my soul from my chest. “I-I love you…”

A tear trickles from my eye as I say the words, but it’s from relief that I don’t have to keep them in any more, that I don’t have to pretend I don’t mean it because things were moving too fast because it all felt too unreal for me to trust it.

Atlas kisses the single tear away, stilling his hips for a moment and pulling my chin, twisting my head back so he can take my mouth in a deep, languid kiss, tangling his tongue along mine in a greedy possession that feels somehow so much more intense than the way he’s fucking me. “I know you do, Little Bird, and you love when I do this, don’t you?”

He rolls his hips and thrusts hard, bottoming out in a way that makes my clit throb.

I struggle to breathe, panting against his mouth. “God, yes.”

His hand leaves my hip and slides up under the billows of my skirt and down into my thong to find that aching spot. The second his fingertips brush against it, I spasm in his hold. He groans, tongue delving deep into my mouth again, devouring me as he resumes that punishing rhythm, this time swirling his fingers around the tiny, hard bud, certain to make me explode.

And he’s right—keeping silent is hard when all I want to do is cry out for him and for God, who brought him into my life.

Fucking thank you for giving me this man—

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