She tugs my shirt out of my jeans, begins to unbutton it.
God, the feel of her fingers on my flesh…
I want her.I ache for her.I need her.
My cock pulses so hard it may break out of my jeans.
And we kiss.
We kiss and we kiss and we kiss, our teeth clashing, our lips gliding, our breaths mingling, our groans in complete sync.
She slides my shirt off my shoulders, her touch igniting flames inside me.
“Daniela,” I growl, the sound low and rough from the raw need coursing through me.
She answers me with another kiss, pressing her body close to mine.I can feel her heart drumming, the rhythm matching the pulse pounding in my ears.
We kiss again, even more animalistic this time.
Until I rip my mouth from her.
“Bedroom,” I pant out.
Then, without waiting for an answer, I rise, swoop her into my arms, and carry her to my room.
But I can’t wait for the bed.
No.
Not yet.
I set her on a chair, pull her shoes and leggings and panties off, open my jeans and free my cock, and then lift her, pin her against the wall, and thrust up into that hot little pussy.
She cries out, gripping my shoulders tightly.
Fuck, she’s tight.
Tight and slick and perfect.
I groan as I press deeper, and she wraps her legs around my waist.
No finesse, no lengthy foreplay.Just raw need.I thrust into her again and again, each movement drawing a gasp or whimper from her and leaving me breathless.
“Daniela,” I gasp, pressing my forehead against hers.
“Hawk,” she whispers back, her voice shaky.
She slides her fingers into my hair as she tightens around me.
We move in tandem, two bodies entwined.Somehow, even against the wall, legs wrapped around me, she matches every move I make.
I thrust, thrust, thrust…
And when I feel her pussy tighten, when I hear her climactic cry, I burst.
I empty myself into her body, her heart, her soul.
Into the woman I love.
“God, I love you,” I grit out.
She doesn’t move.Doesn’t speak.Just breathes, slow and steady, like the sound alone could undo me.
And maybe it does.
Because for the first time, I’m not thinking about right or wrong, about debts or favors or ghosts.I’m thinking about her heartbeat in sync with mine and how terrifying it is that I’d burn the whole damn world just to keep it going.
