Page 14 of Taming Hawke

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” I say, smirking.

“Like I’ve just deprived you of sex. I’ve made you come twice tonight.”

“I’m not complaining,” I reply shaking my head.

“Mmm, baby, believe me, I want to take you again. But If I do, you’re gonna be sore tomorrow, because you fucking bring out the beast in me.” Hawke runs a hand through his sexy-as-fuck blond hair.

I lick my lips and nibble on my bottom one. “I don’t mind,” I admit, and my eyes travel down his torso to his erect cock. I see it jerk and know he wants me, he just needs to know that I want this too.

“Say it,” he demands. His blue eyes are intense as they lock onto mine.

“I want you, Reece. I want you to fuck me again,” I demand, lost in his eyes, the way they devour my body as if he’s contemplating where he’s going to begin.

In one swift move, Hawke throws the towel on the floor and impales me, proving to me that he’s the beast he says he is.

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