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Tildy’s hips surged upward, as she struggled with the unfamiliar sensations he was giving her. Once his tongue was firmly nestled at her entrance, he slid his hands underneath her, lifting her up higher.
“Oh!” she cried out and gripped his hair in her hands.
He licked into her, savoring her warm, sweet taste, pausing occasionally to swipe along the clit hidden in her thatch of dark hair. When it finally protruded enough to really get at it, he fastened his mouth over it and suckled the pink bud.
“Hawk!”
Tildy was pushing on the mattress now, attempting to move away. He gripped her ass tightly though, not letting her move.
“Hawk,” she pleaded. “I’m… if… ”
She couldn’t get it out, because she was struggling to catch her breath. But he knew exactly what she meant.
He released her hard nub just long enough to look up at her. “Come for me, Angel. Come in my mouth.”
His tongue darted to her hole again, and he pulled her down onto his face. Tildy’s legs instinctively wrapped around him, and she nearly screamed as she creamed. He set her hips back down on the mattress gently and pulled off his shorts. He reached for the condom, had the wrapper off in seconds, and rolled it on to his raging shaft.
He moved over her, careful not to press his full weight down on her tiny frame. He took advantage of her temporary senselessness to kiss her back into oblivion, trying to keep her from worrying about what was next.
With one hand, he grasped his cock and guided it to her entrance, which was now slick, swollen, and ready for him, as ready as she would ever be at any rate. He placed the head against her and slowly nudged forward since she still wasn’t quite capable of taking him easily. Once he was in position, he pressed both palms on the mattress, inching in slowly. Tildy’s euphoria started to wear off quickly.
“Oh!” she gasped, but this time it wasn’t from pleasure.
Hawk buried his face in her neck. “I’m sorry, Angel.”
He went as slowly as he could manage. His cock was aching to come, but it didn’t matter. Nothing he wanted mattered. He felt her begin to part for him and he pushed further inside, letting her adjust as best she could. “Put your legs around me,” he told her, and she parted her thighs further, wrapping her legs around his torso. She held onto him tightly, her nails digging into his shoulders. Hawk figured that was only fair, considering the pain he was causing her.
She was so tight. It felt amazing but terrible at the same time, because he could not keep from hurting her. “Just hold on to me, Angel,” he encouraged as he seated himself fully inside her. He finished quickly and gently pulled out. She was breathing hard, from pain this time, not pleasure. He was sorry for it, but at least he’d been careful with her. He wrapped a tissue around the blood-tinged condom and tossed it into the small wastebasket next to the wall. Then he took her in his arms and smoothed her hair.
“Are you alright?” he asked her in the dark.
He felt her nod against his chest.
“I’m sorry to hurt you.”
She sighed. “It’s okay. It’ll be better next time, right?”
Hawk closed his eyes, cursing himself to all the hells that currently existed. He shouldn’t have done it. He’d known they were lying, especially Tildy with her ripe, ready heart. He didn’t answer for a long moment. Finally he moved away from her to the other side of the bed. “Go to sleep, Tildy,” he finally said. “It’s late.”
Chapter 44
Tildy woke and could almost convince herself that the previous night had been just another bad dream in a long, recent line of them. Unfortunately, the engagement ring snagged on the comforter and reminded her of the truth. She lay still a moment, listening to Hawk breathing. He was soundly asleep next to her. His last words, or lack of them really, still haunted her. It was done. She’d gotten what she wanted. It was time to fulfill her promise. If she stayed until he woke, she’d only break it again. She’d beg and humiliate herself and in the end nothing would change. She quietly gathered her clothes and slipped out of the bedroom.
She raced home and sighed in relief that her parents were safely ensconced in the kitchen for breakfast. She snuck upstairs for a quick shower and a change in clothes. At noon she shut herself in her office and pulled Tate’s ring off her finger. She tossed it into a drawer, just for a few moments, and tried to remember how to breathe. Her eyes drifted to the phone, but she merely closed them and sighed as she realized that she no longer had anyone to call.
