Page 89 of Property of the Hellfire Riders

He reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair from my face. “You’ve been incredible through all of this, Izzy. We wouldn’t have made it this far without you.”

“I just... I don’t want to lose anyone else, Hawk. Not Laina, not Tank...”

“You won’t,” he says firmly, his eyes locking onto mine. “We’re going to get Laina back, and Tank’s going to be fine. We’ll get through this together.”

His words are like a warm embrace, and I let them wrap around me, giving me a sense of calm that I haven't felt in hours. "Thank you," I whisper.

He leans against the tiled wall beside me, his broad chest barely an inch from my damp skin.

“Close your eyes,” he says. “Relax.” I take a deep breath, willing my heart rate to slow down. Hawk's touch turns into a caress, trailing his fingers down my cheek and along my jawline before settling on my neck. He pulls away then, and I hear the sound of his clothes falling to the floor.

My breath hitches in my chest. I can't see him, but I can feel the heat emanating from his naked body. I swallow as he steps closer, and now his wet, naked chest is flush against my back,his hardness pressed against my ass. His hands are over me, running hot water and soap along my back as he washes me.

“Tonight was too close. I don’t know what I would have done if I lost you,” he whispers.

I swallow back my tears. “Me neither.”

His hands are slow, methodical, as if he has all the time in the world. I find myself arching my back into his touch. My exhausted body giving in to the sensation.

I feel his other hand caressing my stomach, slowly and sensually making its way upwards to my breast. He cups it, squeezing gently, thumb flicking over my hardened nipple.

He continues running his tough hands over me as though my soapy skin is as slick as glass.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he mutters. “I want you,” he nibbles the skin lightly on the edge of my ear, down my neck.

“Hawk...” I moan, my body flaming with desire.

Every touch, every sensation heightened tenfold in the aftermath of tonight's events.

“You don’t know how badly I’ve wanted you from the moment you first walked through the clubhouse doors.”

His words fan the flames of my desire, and I can't help but arch my back into his touch.

“I want you to feel safe with me, Izzy. I want you to know that we’ll always protect you.”

His hand slips lower, between my legs, and I gasp. He strokes me, ever so gently.

“You’re wet for me, aren’t you?” he asks, nibbling on my earlobe. “Tonight, we’re going to take our time. I want to savor every inch of this gorgeous body of yours,” he grunts, and I can feel his hardness pressing between my thighs.

I can only manage a whimper in response, leaning my head against his hard, muscular chest.

He continues stroking my clit, holding my wet body against his.

“I need you, Izzy. I need to feel you around me,” he growls, his voice thick with lust. He slowly slips two fingers inside me, curling them in a way that has me gasping.

“Oh, fuck, Izzy... you’re so tight,” he groans.

I feel his hard length pressed against my backside, and I arch my hips in response, wordlessly begging him to take me.

He turns me around and picks me up effortlessly, like

I weigh nothing. My legs wrap naturally around his waist, as if this is where they were always meant to be.

We meet each other's gaze in the steamy mirror, and I can see the hunger in his eyes, but there’s something else there too – a vulnerability that I never expected to find in him.

“Be a good girl and kiss me,” he says then, drawing my gaze back to him.

I lean in and brush my lips against his, our tongues entwining in a passionate dance. As he devours my mouth, his thick member presses against my core, teasing me with what's to come.

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