Page 102 of Restless Hawke
God, this position…
All his raw power on display as he keeps me pinned and maintains complete control over me—mind, body, and soul.
I cling to his neck, digging my nails into his tight flesh, the corded muscles rippling under my hands while his mouth moves over mine in another mind-bending kiss that momentarily short-circuits my brain.
Then we’re moving.
He pulls me from the wall, hands at my back, supporting my weight as he walks us over to the bed with his cock still embedded deep inside me. All while he kisses me wildly, as if it’s his only way to get oxygen.
The sheer intensity of Coen like this threatens to overwhelm all my senses, and I can already see he’s barely begun.
His eyes gleam as he leans forward and lowers me to the mattress. Only, instead of coming with me, he pulls back and steps away, his cock slipping out.
No…
I whimper and reach for him, but he tugs off his suit coat, tossing it behind him without taking his eyes off me. He toes off his shoes, removes his pants and socks, and then gets to work on the buttons of his shirt.
His hot gaze roams from my face to my spread legs, my dress still hiked up around my waist.
“By the time this shirt is off, you better be naked…”
Still clouded by the force of his passion, it takes a second for me to process his words.
But he doesn’t have to tell me twice.
I pull my dress up and over my head, tossing it off the side of the bed as he comes to stand at the edge of it between my legs. He bends down and caresses my cheek almost reverently, calloused fingertips skimming over soft skin.
He stops with his lips a mere hairsbreadth from mine. “I hope you’re ready for this, Allegra. I hope you’re ready for all of me.”
It sounds like a warning.
Maybe one I should heed.
A shiver rolls through me at the drop in his voice, and he kisses me as if he’s trying to quell the reaction. But I’m not afraid, not of Coen.
No matter what he might be thinking. No matter what might be going on in that head of his. No matter how feral he may be, balancing on the edge of control, this man would never hurt me.
I reach between us and wrap my hand around his cock, still slick with my arousal, and he groans against my mouth, thrusting into my tight grip.
“God, I love when you touch me, Allegra.”
The feeling is very mutual.
Whether it be his hands, his mouth, or his cock, Coen Hawke has mastered my body and has no problem using that knowledge to destroy me in the best ways.
Turnabout is fair play…
I twist my hand around his cock, basking in the way his entire body trembles with my touch. “Then fuck my mouth.”
Coen tenses, his hard muscles twitching slightly as he pulls back and stares at me. He brushes his fingers across my lips, slipping his thumb into my mouth. I suck on it and swirl my tongue around it, earning me a low groan.
“Believe me, sweetheart, I would love to fuck this pretty little mouth and to come down your throat. But I had somethingelsein mind for tonight.”
He pulls his thumb free of my lips, and it clicks what he’s saying.
I finally understand the warning he just gave me.
Oh, God…
