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“Shut up, or I’ll let you go to work with a hard-on.”
I smirk, loving her fire. “No, you wouldn’t." Leaning forward, I smack her ass, causing her to yelp. "Now, get back to work before I decide to do it my way."
Still spitting fire at me, she lowers her delicious mouth over my tip, swallowing me inch by glorious inch. I look into her eyes, transfixed, as her lips stretch to accommodate me. It’s a magnificent sight, heightened by the slick heat of her mouth as it wraps around me.
“Oh, baby,” I groan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I bottom out at the back of her throat. I grit my teeth, struggling to stop my hips from driving forward and cutting off her air supply.
Breathing through my nose, I cling to the control slipping through my fingers like water. With every sweep of her tongue, every bob of her head, every slide of her lips along my skin, I lose ground, unraveling. My layers of humanity are stripped away until nothing exists except my inner beast, driven by primal need. The carnal desire to claim my Sparrow with every fiber of my being. To mark her so thoroughly that the stain will never wash away. To have my scent embedded in her skin—a warning to every other male that she’s mine.
My control snaps, and I drag her off me, flipping us over and straddling her chest. My hand pulls on her hair, tilting her chin up and forcing her back to arch. Not giving her a second to suck in a breath, I shove my dick back down her throat and fuck her face.
“See what you do to me?” I growl. “You drive me fucking wild. I’ll never have enough. No matter how many different ways I take you, I always want more.” I stare frenzied into her wide eyes, pillaging her mouth until tingles race along my spine and my balls draw up.
Reaching down, I yank up her pajama top. Exposing her breasts, and pulling out, I fist myself as I come over her chest and tits and roar my release like a wild beast.
By the time I’m done, sweat lines my skin, and I’m breathing heavily as I stare at her heaving chest.
"I love seeing you covered in my seed," I tell her, running my finger through my mess. "Knowing that I’ve marked you." Using my fingers, I massage my seed into her skin before flicking my gaze up to her eyes. "You’re not to shower this off. I want to smell myself on you when I get home tonight."
When she just continues to gape at me, I pinch her chin between my fingers. "Do you hear me, Little Sparrow? That’s an order."
“Yes,” she agrees huskily, desire burning in her green depths.
“No touching yourself, either.”
Her eyes flare with anger. Nonetheless, before she can put it into words, I lean down and plant my lips on hers in a quick kiss. "I’ll make it worth your while."
Her eyes are blazing jade flames, voice coming out raw when she finally finds it. “You damn well better, Hawk Davenport.”
Pressing another kiss to her lips, I run my hand over her hair, unable to believe this incredible woman is all mine. Although I tried not to see it, she was a shell of herself when she showed up here. Now, despite the threat of Mel, she’s finding the missing pieces of herself, and every day I have the privilege of watching her come back to life.
She’s not the only one who feels like they’ve risen from the dead. With each passing day, the chips of ice are melting from my heart. A newfound adrenaline is flooding my system and reviving me.
“Thank you,” I murmur.
She stares into my eyes. “What for?”
“For coming back. For staying. For letting me in, even though I don’t deserve it.” Hesitating, I tack on, “For reminding me what it’s like to feel.”
Her eyes search mine before she surges forward, eliminating the space between us and kissing me fervently. Devouring me in such a way that makes me believe she needs me as much as I need her. Not physically, but in an all-consumingI can't live without youkind of way.
We're like two opposing magnets drawn to each other and only complete when we're together.
"If anything, I should be the one thanking you," she murmurs against my lips.
“I guess we could just call it even?” I say with a teasing smile.
“Mmm.” She pretends to think it over. “Maybe after I’ve seen if you can live up to your promise tonight.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Is that so?”
"It is. So you better come prepared, Hawk Davenport. There’s a lot on the line." We’re both laughing as she shoves at my shoulders. "That was way longer than two minutes. Go take a shower and let me go back to sleep."
With one more lingering kiss, I climb off her and head for the door. I pull it open and look over my shoulder to see her curled up on my side of the bed as if she needed the reminder that I was here and would be back.
I smile, wishing I didn’t have to leave, and already excited to get back home to her. Something I can imagine still feeling twenty years from now because Emilia is my center. My guiding light. The north on my compass. Wherever she is, is home, and no matter the distance, I’ll always follow her beacon back to her.
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