Page 101 of Restless Hawke
She chuckles against my lips, tunneling her fingers through my hair and jerking my head back slightly. “You think I would come to you like this with any sort of barrier?”
Hell.
The many layers of meaning in those words wrap around me, as much of a declaration of honesty and affection as I might ever get from this woman.
It’s enough to make that razor-thin thread of control I’m still clinging to snap, and I slam my mouth to hers again, grinding my hips in a way that has her breath falling from her mouth on a startled gasp.
I slide one hand between us and find the hem of her dress, lifting it so I can drag my fingers along her slick core. “You’re always so wet and ready for me.”
She releases a little laugh—the sound is the most light and carefree thing I’ve heard from this woman since I met her. “It’s almost embarrassing what a slut I am for you…”
“Fuckin hell, Allegra…”
Her words awaken something primitive in me, the need to mark and claim and conquer, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.
I keep her pinned to the wall with my chest as I pull my hand from her cunt and reach between us to free my cock. Every second it takes me fumbling with my goddamn belt and zipper feels like an eternity, but when I finally manage to get my pants down, I don’t hesitate for even a second.
Eyes locked with her half-lidded, lust-soaked gaze, I plunge into her hard and deep, easily gliding in her drenched core as it expands to accept me.
“Fuck!”
Her head falls back against the wall, her nails scoring the back of my neck. She contracts around me, squeezing so tightly it’s almost painful to hold back my desire to come instantly, and I unleash a low growl that fills the hallway.
“You have no idea what you fucking do to me, woman.” I draw my hips back and slam into her again. “No. Fucking. Idea.”
“I think I do…” She moans on another thrust, then locks her gaze with mine. “Because you do the same to me.”
Bloody hell…
Every retreat and advance, I claim her in a way I haven’t been able to before, because this woman ownsme. She did from the minute I saw her at that fucking bar; I just never really wanted to admit it.
It doesn’t matter what she’s done in her past, only that she’s committed her future to me, to this, to us, to seeing where this leads, and as her pussy contracts around my cock, as she clamps down on me, with each drag of my hips, I know I won’t be able to walk away, and neither will she.
It’s too intense.
Too uncontrollable.
All we can do is ride it out and see where it takes us.
I kiss her hard, angling her head where I want it, digging one hand into her hip, the other at the back of her neck, clutching and holding her tightly. My hips pound her into the wall.
The art hanging on it shakes violently, rattling like it’s about to come off.
But I don’t give a fuck if it does.
I want to break every last wall this woman has up.
And that starts tonight.
Right fucking now.
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ALLEGRA
What I just said toCoen was either very right or very wrong, given the way he turns almost animalistic. Slamming into me, burying himself deep, like he can’t get close enough, like he’s trying to cement himself there permanently.
Each time he retreats, the head of his cock drags along that perfect spot, and lights flash against my closed lids. But then he’s right back, filling me, grinding his pelvis to mine to rub against my clit.
