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“I don’t care!Take what you want, just please don’t stop.”I hated how out of control I sounded.No doubt my father would add it to the long list of failures on my part, but I couldn’t find it in me to care very much.The only thing that mattered was taking as much as Hawk would give me.And doing my level best to make him feel as good as he was making me feel.

He pushed forward, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust that had me gasping and gripping his shoulders, my fingers denting the corded muscles I found there.The momentary pain faded quickly, replaced by a fullness that made every nerve ending in my body sing.Hawk stilled above me, his massive frame trembling with the effort of restraint.

“You okay?”he asked, his voice strained.

Was I?I took stock of my body.There was still an intense burn, but there was no real pain.Besides, the little bite made the pleasure all the more intense.I nodded, clutching his shoulders.“Yes.It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.Please don’t stop.”

That was all the encouragement he needed.He began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency.Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure radiating through me.I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper by digging my heels into his ass.I wanted everything he had to give.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groaned, his face buried in my neck as he pounded into me.“So fucking tight.So fucking mine.”God, he sounded so out of control and consumed in his own pleasure!Was there anything sexier than a man who’d just rocked your world taking his own pleasure from your body?If there was, I was hard pressed to think of anything.

The possessiveness in his voice triggered something primal in me.I raked my nails down his back, marking him as he was marking me.“Yours,” I said hoarsely.“And you’re mine.”

His rhythm faltered at my words, and he lifted his head to look into my eyes.The raw emotion I saw there stole my breath.“Never seen anything so fuckin’ sexy as the look on your face when you confronted Kat.I wanted to kill the bitch, but it was worth it to see her back down.You looked like a fuckin’ biker’s old lady.”

I wanted to smile but was sure it was strained.“That’s exactly the look I was going for.”

“Fuckin’ hot as hell, woman.”

I nodded, unable to form more words.Any lingering discomfort was already subsiding, replaced by that fucking ever growing need that seemed to have taken up residence in my body and refused to leave.I rolled my hips experimentally and we both groaned.

“Fuck,” Hawk hissed through his clenched teeth.Sweat dotted his brow, and he shook his head with a growl.“You fuckin’ do that again and this’ll be over, woman.”

I grinned, feeling powerful despite being pinned beneath him.Tilted my hips this time, resting my feet on his calves.“Then fucking move, Hawk!I want all of you.I want your cum inside me like you said.”

That was all it took.Hawk growled deep in his throat and began to move in earnest, his powerful hips driving his cock into me with a force that had the headboard slamming against the wall.I clung to him, unable to do anything else, my body building toward another release.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, his movements becoming more erratic.“I can’t… fuck, Carrie!”

I felt him swell inside me, and then he was coming, his hot cum flooding me as he buried his face in my neck with a guttural moan.The feeling of him pulsing inside me triggered yet another orgasm, and I shattered beneath him, my inner walls clenching around his cock as I cried out his name.

He collapsed on top of me, his weight a comforting blanket as we both struggled to catch our breath.We lay tangled together, both of us trembling and panting as we came down from our high.I wrapped my arms around him to keep him close when he would have moved off me.He nuzzled my neck, pressing gentle kisses to my sweat-slicked skin.

“You okay?”he murmured, his voice rough with spent passion.

“Better than okay,” I whispered back, trailing my own kisses over his neck and shoulder.I loved his weight pressing me down after what was the most intense experience of my life.Even more than the killing I’d done earlier.Probably because there was nothing negative about this experience.The way Hawk was looking down at me now, like I was the love of his life and he never wanted to let me go, was a heady high.

“You’re fucking amazing,” Hawk murmured against my skin, his weight shifting slightly to the side so I could breathe easier, but he didn’t roll off me completely and I didn’t want him to.“Never felt anything like that before.”

I laughed softly, running my fingers through his hair.“I’m pretty sure that’s my line.You’re the one with experience.”

“Experience doesn’t mean shit when it comes to this.”He propped himself up on one elbow, his eyes searching mine with an intensity that made my heart stutter.“What we just did?That wasn’t just fucking, Carrie.”

I swallowed hard, suddenly nervous.“What was it, then?”

“Something I can’t explain.”He traced my lips with his thumb.“But I know I’m not ever lettin’ go.Not lettin’yougo.Not ever.”

The conviction in his voice should have terrified me.We’d known each other less than twenty-four hours.This kind of instant connection only happened in movies or books, not in real life.Certainly not in my life.But instead of fear, all I felt was a bone-deep certainty that I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

“Good,” I whispered.“Because I don’t want to go.Not ever.”

Hawk smiled down at me, leaning in once more to kiss me.“I think that about covers the proper thingie, then.”

I groaned, burying my face against his chest.“Are you ever going to let me live that down?”

“Not a chance, Killer.”He laughed, the sound vibrating through his chest.“Not a chance.That’s a story I’ll be tellin’ the grandkids.All fifteen of the little rug rats.”

“Fifteen grandchildren?”

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