She pouted. “You just want a sex toy.”
“Wrong. I wantyouas a sex toy, just like I did when you could see.” I removed her hand from my dick. “Now lay the fuck back so I can have my fun.”
16
CASSIE
I lay back,my breath shallow from a combination of desire and nervousness. I didn’t know how to be with Vigo — to be with any of the Hawks — this way. I couldn’t see his muscled body or beautiful face, couldn’t see what he was doing or where he was in the room.
Couldn’t anticipate his next move.
It was quiet, so quiet I wasn’t sure he was even still there.
“Are you… are you still there?” I finally asked.
“I’m right here, mouse.” His voice was uncommonly tender.
I turned my head even though I couldn’t see him, like that would stop him from seeing me. “Don’t feel sorry for me.”
“What the fuck makes you think I’m feeling sorry for you?”
“You’re quiet,” I said. “And you haven’t made a move.”
“I’m quiet because you take my fucking breath away. And I haven’t made a move because I want to fucking look at you.”
I forced myself to lie still, trying not to squirm under his gaze. I’d only just been getting used to the way the Hawks looked at me, the way their eyes devoured me, when I’d had my accident.
Now I could only imagine their gazes, and I was surprised to feel a flare of heat between my thighs at the knowledge that Vigo was standing naked over me, his gaze raking my body.
“Don’t move,” he said.
I heard his bare feet on the wood floor.
“Where are you going?”
“To get a condom. Once I start eating your pussy I won’t want to stop until I fuck you.”
My cunt pulsed with anticipation. Maybe I wasn’t as dead inside as I’d thought.
He shut the door behind him — a gentlemanly thing to do considering I was spread out naked on my bed — and I was left in the silence of my room.
I didn’t know how much time passed before he returned, but I heard him close the door and set something on the nightstand.
Finally, the mattress dipped with his weight and I felt the heat of his bare skin against my side.
He ran a finger over my face, careful not to touch the gash in my forehead where the stitches had just been removed. It was instinct to close my eyes as his fingers traveled over my cheekbones, down my nose, across my jaw, over my lips.
“You’re fucking perfect, mouse. Nothing could ever change that.”
He trailed his finger down my neck and over my collarbone. My nipples got hard when he reached my tits and his hair brushed against my arm in the moment before one of them was enveloped in the heat of his mouth.
I gasped as he sucked, the desire pooling between my thighs overriding the pain in my broken ribs.
“I knew you needed to play,” he murmured against my tit. He skipped over the tape on my ribs and flattened his palm on my stomach before sliding his hand over my mound. “Let me in, mouse.”
I spread my thighs as he nuzzled my neck, his breath scattering goose bumps over my skin, making my nipples harder, my pussy wetter.
“There’s a good girl,” he said, kissing his way along my jaw.
