Page 68 of Her Magnificent Mistake
Hawk’s lips closed around her bud and his teeth scraped the sensitive skin and she curled her hands in his hair and froze as her pleasure, already so close, burst over her.
Shuddering, it was all Marcia could do to hold on, as her release prepared to sweep through her. God it was good—but…it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t…
Then she was moving, flying through the air. She hit the mattress with anoof, her thighs still tight, her blood still pounding. She pushed herself up on her elbows in time to see Hawk ripping his trousers down, allowing his cock to spring free.
When he grabbed her ankles, his fingers closing around the silk of her stockings, she moaned in anticipation. There were no words, just whimpers. Hawk pulled her toward the edge of the bed, grasped his cock in one hand, slammed his other palm to the mattress beside her, and bent over her.
As he pushed into her wetness, hard and determined and thick, she whimpered against him, stretching her thighs wide to accommodate his girth, reveling in the sensation of beingfilled, being held.
Hawk began to thrust, pinning her to the mattress with his weight. She could barely breathe, the sensation only heightening her focus on the way his cock slammed into her, hardness andsheer girth providing the unrelenting pressure she needed as her core tightened again.
Marcia hooked her ankles around the back of his legs and dug her fingers into the flesh of his back, trying to pull him closer. The hand that wasn’t supporting Hawk snaked between her back and the mattress, managing to press her against him even tighter as he fooked her hard and fast, chasing the breath from her body.
Yes.
Yes!
Yes!
This is what she’d missed; this strength, this assurance! Hawk tackled everything in his life with all of his being and all of himself, which sometimes led others to think he was clumsy. But in reality there was just so muchenergy, so muchmotionthere, it spilled out occasionally.
But here and now, like this? They were perfectly in sync. This strength, this speed, this utter domination, it was what Marcia wanted. What she needed.
“Oh God,” she moaned as the pressure built. “Yesssss.” Already she could feel another release coming. Forget soft and gentle lovemaking; she adored the way he pinned her against something hard and fooked her even harder.
Sure enough, Hawk was panting above her. “Such a perfect little cunny, Marcia. I’ve never forgotten this cunny.” Each syllable was accompanied by another hard thrust. “This ismine. My cunny.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Oh, Christ,yes, Hawk. Yours.”
Another three hard thrusts, then his mouth bent down to capture hers, to silence her—and as his tongue brushed against hers, the gentle motion was so unexpected that Marcia stiffened against him, her core tightening.
Hawk hummed his approval even as her orgasm began, her inner muscles spasming around his cock. He stiffened, and dimly she knew he was close, that he would pull out soon, and she mourned, even as she writhed, pinned by his cock. She wanted everything, wanted to feel so close to him there was no distance between them.
But then he released her lips, threw his head back, androaredas he came, spilling his seed into her core. Intohiscunny.
Marcia gasped at the sensation as her release suddenly felt slicker, warmer, more interesting. His head dropped, his weight now held on his elbows and forearms, as she twitched around him.
He’d joined with her fully, giving all of himself, and she was in awe.
After a long moment Hawk collapsed, rolling sideways, taking her with him. His cock slid from within her, releasing a flood of warm wetness across her thighs, and she ended up pressed against his shoulder as their breathing returned to normal.
He had spilled within her.
Slowly, Marcia’s lips curled into an amazed grin as she realizedwhy.
He loved her. And she loved him.
And unlike all those years ago, Bull had given his blessing.
For the first time, Hawk believed he could have a future with her. And Marcia, for her part, desperately wanted a future with him.
Her lips brushed against his skin. “I love you, Hawk.”
“Nay,” he responded immediately. “It’smyjob to say such thing toye, ye remarkable creature.” As she snorted, his hold tightened. “Marcia, I love ye, and I want to marry ye.”
Her breath caught. Marriage.Marriage. It was…what she thought she once wanted. Was it what she wanted now?With Hawk, you cannot go wrong. “I think…” she slowly began. “I think I would like to marry you as well. Perhaps not right away.”
His fingers began to idly stroke her bare back. “What do I have to do to convince ye to marry me tomorrow? I’ve never bedded a wife before. I think I’d like it.”
