Page 102 of Sinful Honor


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The stretching was intense, though the sharp pain had lost its teeth.

When he was impossibly deep inside of me, had filled me up completely, he stilled.

I opened my eyes.

Watched him.

He looked savage, his long hair disheveled in my hands, his whole body taut. His eyes were closed and his jaw clenched as if he was struggling for control.

Like a beautiful work of art. Like a wild animal barely in control.

Then he opened his eyes, and liquid fire engulfed me from head to toe.

He began to move, slow and deep at first, watching my every reaction.

I settled in, met his movements while staring into his eyes.

Then something changed.

As if the beast he’d so tightly restrained broke free.

He grabbed my thighs and pushed them even farther up and apart.

The languid strokes built up to a brutal, pounding rhythm that had me crying out with every thrust.

“You can take it,” he whispered against my lips, nipping at my lower lip, adding pain to the punishing thrusts.

The pleasure was all-consuming, almost too much to bear, and I closed my eyes. I held on for dear life. Clutched his shoulders, nails digging in as the tension inside me mounted higher and higher, bringing me right to the brink.

“Come for me,” he rasped, changed the angle, then slid a hand between us.

When he reached my clit, he rubbed tight circles around it, never once slowing his bruising thrusts. “I want to feel you come around my dick.”

His words, raw and explicit, together with an especially forceful upward thrust, tipped me over the edge.

My climax slammed into me, wave after wave of ecstasy radiating out from where we were joined as I shattered apart. Dimly I felt him follow after, warmth flooding me as he found his own release with a guttural shout.

I clung to him, breathless and vibrating.

Slowly, the madness that was my mind eased, replaced by bone-deep satisfaction I’d never known before and the inability to move a muscle.

I listened to his heart thrum against mine.

Enjoyed his weight burying me under him.

Whatever this meant, or what the future might hold, I was happy he was my first.

Even if it was just for now.

Because in that moment, buried under him, I knew that I was his.

Until he said the words that froze my heart.

“Fuck. No condom.”

CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE

Unease churned in my stomach when I silenced the phone again—Hawk desperately trying to reach me.

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