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DANIELA
When he says it—Ilove you—the words hang in the dark like something alive, something trembling between us.
My throat closes.For a moment I forget how to breathe.He’s clinging to me, still inside me, my legs still anchored around him.
He loves me.
And I love him.
I love the way he carries his guilt like a shield, the way he tries so hard to be the good man his family needs even when he’s breaking under the weight of it.I love his laugh when he finally lets himself have one.I love that the Huntington’s gene doesn’t scare him.That he went after Jordan, Reyes, and so many others when he thought they were tormenting me.
But love is a luxury.It’s the cruelest thing in the world when you know you can’t keep it.
I open my mouth, close it, open it again.“Hawk…”
He brushes a thumb along my jaw.
“I love you too,” I whisper.
The look that crosses his face almost undoes me.It’s like watching sunlight break through a storm that’s gone on too long.He exhales a shaky breath and pulls me back to him.
Everything that happens after that feels like surrender.
He removes my tunic and my bra.I help him out of his clothes.We move to the bed.
I crawl over him, kiss his hard chest and abs.Lick the salty perspiration from him as if I’m dying of thirst.
He gasps as I run my tongue along the hard ridges of his body, fisting his hands in the sheets.His beautiful blue eyes, so full of desire and raw emotion, remain locked onto mine with an intensity that leaves me breathless.Slowly, I trace a path down his body, stopping to tease his nipples, to admire the way his muscles tense beneath my touch.
His groan echoes in the room, filling the space between us with more than just sound.Filling it with affirmation.With love.
“Hawk,” I breathe, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart.
“Dani…”
I look downward.
His cock is hard again.How is that even possible?But I don’t think any further.I slide between his leg, grasp his hard length, and flick my tongue over the tip.
“Fuck…” he growls.
The sound makes me smile, a wave of desire coursing through me as I take more of him into my mouth, the taste of him both foreign and familiar.He tenses beneath me, threads a hand into my hair, and pulls the tie from my ponytail.My dark hair splashes over him like a curtain.
“Daniela,” he gasps again, the ragged edge to his voice sending shivers through me.
I move slowly at first, savoring every tremor that passes through him, every hitched breath, every whispered plea.
And then I move faster, urged on by the sounds he’s making, by the way he tightens his fingers in my hair, the way he lifts his hips off the bed to meet me.He hardens even more, the pulse of his cock beating against my tongue.
“Oh, God, Dani…” He moans, a deep sound that vibrates through me.
I’m loving this.His cock in my mouth.
Something I never thought I’d actuallywantto do to a man.
And now?I can’t get enough of Hawk, of his cock, of all of him.
