Hawke was rock-hard for me, throbbing against my thigh as he watched me stroke myself. I’d never been so hot and wet before, so desperate for a man’s touch.
No, not just a man’s touch.Hawke’stouch.
I craved him.Neededhim. My legs fell open as I slid my fingers into my own slick heat and imagined Hawke thrusting inside me.
“Your naughty side is very,verynice,” he teased, pressing a hot kiss to my mouth.
I melted beneath his soft lips, his kiss at once gentle and fierce.
“Hawke,” I moaned. “I’m too close. I need you inside me before I—”
“Not yet, Cupcake.” He grabbed my hand and sucked my fingers into his mouth, stopping the momentum of my impending explosion.
I opened my eyes. I was so tight and wound up, so desperate, so delirious. I arched my hips to get closer, begging him to slide inside, but still he made me wait, swirling his hot, velvet tongue over my fingertips, watching me with intense hunger, with desire, with his own desperate need flooding his eyes.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, sliding my fingers from his mouth. He kissed my wrist, the inside of my elbow, the edge of my armpit, his cock pressing eagerly against my thigh, close, but not close enough. “Tell me what you need.”
“You,” I said, breathless. “I need you inside me.”
“Insidewhere, my naughty, beautiful Cupcake?”
I whimpered softly, my heart racing as the fire in my belly churned and roiled.
I’d meant what I told him—I’d never played like this before. No dirty talk, no touching myself, no spankings, none of it. Twenty-four hours ago, I would’ve blushed at the very thought.
But this man, thiswolf, had unlocked something inside me—something wild and dangerous, something uninhibited.
Something I was only just beginning to explore.
Something I really, really liked.
“Tell me where you want me.” Hawke’s eyes were full of fire as he finally positioned himself at my entrance, teasing me with the tip, another growl rumbling through his chest, and for the first time in my life, I felt truly powerful. Strong. Beautiful. Confident. Unstoppable.
And sexy as hell.
With a wave of renewed confidence, I parted my thighs wider and said, “I want you toownme, Hawke. Own this hot, wet pussy. It’s yours.”
Hawke growled again and grabbed my wrists, pinning them to the floor above my head. In a deep, gravelly voice that made my stomach flip, he ground out, “You’re already mine, Maddie. Every part of you.Mine.”
Without warning, he slammed into me, fierce and deep, filling me so completely I could no longer tell where I ended and Hawke began.
He smothered my mouth with another bruising kiss, one powerful hand clamped around my wrists, his other gliding down my body past the curve of my ass, grabbing my thigh and guiding my leg over his shoulder, thrusting in even deeper.
Hawke was crazy with lust, with need, growling and baring his teeth like an animal as he rode me harder and faster, grinding my hips and shoulders into the rug, the fire making everything that much hotter between us, that much more slippery.
The sensation of his hard body sliding against my flesh sent electric tingles up my spine and across my shoulders, and I didn’t want it to end.
Not tonight. Not tomorrow night. Not ever.
“I need to feel you,” I breathed against his lips. Begged. “I need to touch you.”
Hawke released my wrists, and I ran my hands down his back, his muscles rippling beneath my touch as he grew even harder for me, my body stretching to accommodate him.
Holy hell, yes.
I sank my fingers into his firm ass, urging him closer, rolling my hips as we found our perfect rhythm, sliding together and apart, taking and giving, feeling and touching and tasting every bit of each other until I was right back at that precipice, hanging on by a gossamer thread.
“Let go, Maddie,” Hawke said. “Let it all fucking go. Come for me.”
