Page 71 of The Hallows Queen

I feel him reach over me, then he grabs my wrists and lifts me back up.

“Hold on to this for me, baby,” he groans, placing my hands on the top post of my headboard so I’m bent before him.

I moan as he pulls out and slams back into me, hitting me deeper than before. “Holy shit, Hayden.”

He grabs me by the hips. “Hold on tight.”

I squeeze my hands around the headboard in time for him to start bucking like mad, pounding in and out like he can’t help it. My core lights up again, another orgasm burning and building inside me already, and he groans when I tense my inner muscles around him.

“Fuck,” he moans, gripping my flesh with his fingers so hard that it hurts. “Such a greedy fucking pussy, squeezing me so tight.”

I scream as he fucks me, straightening my arms and holding myself up by the headboard so I can look back at him while he comes. There’s nothing in the world I want to see more than Hayden falling apart behind me, and when I crane my neck around to catch his gaze, I feel every inch of me burn for him.

His eyes stay on mine as he slams into me, and it’s difficult to keep my eyes open through the waves of pleasure that are coursing through me, but when his mouth drops open and he groans loud and low, I tense up and squeeze his cock with my pussy.

He shouts, his head falling back as his hips become erratic and ruthless as his climax passes through him.

One of his hands reaches out for me, his fingers threading into my hair and pulling. His voice is gravel, scraping along his throat. “Say my name.”

I moan, my neck bending back and my mouth opening. “Hayden.”

He pulls my hair tighter. “Now tell me I fucking own you, tell me I’m your fucking god.”

I cry out from the pressure on my scalp and the pulsing between my legs. “You’re my god,” I breathe. “You own me.”

Moaning, he lets go of my hair and I drop back to the bed. Then he slaps me on the ass as his orgasm fizzles out. “That’s right, baby. You’remine.”

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My bedroom smellslike sex after three rounds with Hayden, and I’m reveling in it, curled inside the warmth of my blankets while he’s fast asleep next to me, his chest rising and falling carefully while he travels through dreamland.

The thoughts in my mind are calm, making me feel at peace for the first time in a really long time, and I don’t want anything to ruin it. I want to stay inside this bubble we’ve created forever, breathing in the smells of our fucking and bonding and love making. It’s as if nothing can hurt me in here, there is no pressure or negativity, like my blankets are protecting me from the outside world.

I study his face under the shadow of the streetlight creeping through my curtains, trying to sear into memory the sight of him so serene and taken under sleep. The dark circles that haunt his eyes during the day seem lighter now, like within his slumber, all the demons that exist within his mind are at bay.

His eyes twitch, like he’s dreaming of something, and I hold my breath, like the lightest movement of me breathing might disturb him. Something tells me he hasn’t had a peaceful night’s sleep for a while, and I don’t want to spoil it. I continue staring at him, wondering if subconsciously he can feel me watching him, as if maybe even in the trance of sleep, he still has eyes on me, still has that sixth sense where he’s constantly observing everything around him.

Hayden breathes through his nose, his chest filling with oxygen, then his mouth drops open to blow it out. His voice is hoarse and rough when he speaks, startling me.

“You watching me, Miss Leyton?”

I release the air from my lungs and chuckle through my teeth, whispering back to him. “Yes.”

His eyes remain closed, but he rolls over on his side to face me. “Can’t sleep?”

“No,” I whisper, curling my arm under my head and moving my face closer to his, and he takes the opportunity to close the space between us and kiss me. I smile against his mouth, unable to stop myself, and he wraps his arms around my waist under the blankets.

When we break apart, he opens his dark eyes to look at me.

“You’re beautiful.”

I run my nose along his, and he squeezes my waist. “Tell me something about you.”

Kissing down my neck, he speaks against my skin. “What do you want to know, baby?”

I press my eyes closed and moan between my lips when he kisses over my breastbone. “Something you’ve never told anyone before.”

He laughs against my skin, rolling me over onto my back and positioning himself between my legs. There’s nothing sexual about the position. Instead, I think it makes him more comfortable sharing a secret with me, except he doesn’t speak once he’s stilled.

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