Page 67 of Witness Protection

Hawk equaled security, strength, and safety.

And now he was hers.

“You okay?”

She was going to tell him he was big, and she’d never felt so full in her life, but she didn’t want him to stop. “Yes.”

Once he was inside her to the hilt, all those hard inches deep inside her, he exhaled, his breath on her neck. “You’re tight. So fucking tight around my dick.”

“Does it hurt you, Hawk?”

“No, but it’s not easy going slow.”

She swallowed her apprehension. “Then don’t go slow. I’m yours now, Hawk. You can fuck me however you want to.”

Her words unhinged him. He pulled almost out, then slid back in, slow and steady, over and over. The growing friction stole away any discomfort, and she quickly returned to that sweet zone. She tested her muscles around his cock, making him growl like an animal.

He picked up the pace, his body breaking out in a thin sheen of sweat. She wrapped her legs around his hips, holding his shoulders as he pistoned into her. Each pump of his hips brought her closer, the pressure building, the end in sight.

Hawk kissed her, fucked her and kissed her. “I love you,” he whispered against her lips.

And that was all she needed.

Her core let go, her orgasm rattling her entire body as wave after wave of contractions squeezed Hawk’s cock. She tensed, savoring every delicious sensation. He groaned, tightening his hold around her, fucking her harder until she felt him come inside her.

His body eased, his muscles relaxing.

Only the sound of their labored breathing could be heard in the bedroom. He rolled to his back, one arm draped over his eyes. She watched his large ribs rise and fall as he caught his breath. He fascinated her. All male and addictive.

She lightly touched the wound on his side. It had healed over but must still hurt. It was more than an injury. He thought he was removing a memory, but those staples and the scar that would remain would still remind him of the monster who stole his family.

Her father.

How could he love the daughter of a madman?

She felt a wave of guilt for all the harm her father had caused. So much death and pain. First Cayden, now Hawk. It would be wrong to mourn her father now, but she did. It was a small part, but a part she couldn’t ignore.

If Hawk found out, he’d be disgusted. She’d have to keep her feelings bottled up.

“Come here, sweetheart.” He tucked her into the crook of his arm. She felt warm and safe. The faint scent of his cologne surrounded her like a blanket.

“Thank you for the birthday present,” she said, painting patterns over his chest with a finger.

He jolted up onto an elbow. “Your present.” Hawk looked at his watch. “Almost midnight. It’s still your birthday.” He slipped off the bed, and she admired his hard ass as he walked over to the dresser. Even flaccid, his cock was impressive.

Hawk came back, bringing a small wrapped box with him.

She sat up and crossed her legs on the bed, taking it when he passed it to her. “What is it?”

“Open it.”

She unwrapped the box and found a simple gold chain. Sophia set the box down and held up the chain, letting it dangle in the direction of the open door and the lights of the city. A small charm hung on the end with a gold “E”.

Sophia frowned, trying to figure out what it signified. If Hawk bought her jewelry, she’d expect him to go all out. This necklace was very humble and unlike him.

Before she could ask about it, he spoke. “It was your mother’s.”

She clutched it in her fist, feeling the metal pinch her skin. Emotion bubbled in her throat.

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