Page 89 of Cryptic Curse

“Yes,” I gasp out, my heart hammering.

“Good.”His voice is dark, husky.“I want you to feel good.Now imagine me pressing my thumb against your clit in slow circles as I fuck you slowly.In and out.In and out.”

A strangled whimper escapes me as heavenly sensations spiral through my body.My fingers move faster now, caught in the rhythm he’s set for me.

“I want you to come for me, Daniela.Let go.Let it all go.Imagine it’s me making you come.”

His words tip me over the edge.Pleasure seizes me in an overwhelming wave, and I cry out as I reach the peak.My body spasms around the invisible touch of Hawk, and I surrender to wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me.

“That’s it, Daniela.Let go.”

His words echo in my head as my body continues to shudder and contract.I soar and I soar and I soar, flying high in the sky as every cell in my body seems to implode and surge straight between my legs.

Such bliss.

Such resounding bliss.

Words leave my mouth, but I don’t know what they are.I know only this kaleidoscope bursting inside me, making me feel something I never imagined.

It’s perfection.

Pure perfection.

And even as it gradually wanes, and I sink into the soft couch, I know I’ll never be the same.

I slowly open my eyes and blink against the bright light.The room comes into focus slowly and I find Hawk still kneeling beside the couch, his eyes locked on me, dark with desire and something more—awe perhaps.

“How did you do that?”I whisper, still breathless.

He smiles at me then, a slow, satisfied grin that has heat pooling between my legs all over again.“It’s all about trust,” he says.

“I trust you.”

“God, Daniela,” he breathes out, his voice thick with emotion.“You’re so beautiful.”

I sigh in contentment.

“How do you feel?”he asks.

I stare at the ceiling as I try to regulate my breathing.“Amazing,” I whisper.I turn my head to look at him.He’s watching me with a burning intensity that takes my breath away.

“You were incredible,” he says softly as he reaches to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

The warmth of his touch sends another shiver through me.

“I…” I start, unsure of what to say.“Thank you.”

“Baby,” he says, “you don’t ever have to thank me.Not for that.It was my pleasure.”

I drop my gaze to his jeans.The large bulge is apparent.

Tentatively, I reach toward him, but he stops me.

He smiles.“It’s okay.Don’t worry about me.”

“But—”

“Please.I’m fine.And I’ll wait for you, Daniela.”He cups my cheeks with his large hands.“I’ll wait as long as it takes.”

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