Like the scar on my forehead, a remnant of my accident on the mountain, Hawk’s wounds were a reminder: that we’d come this far together, that Imperium Fratrum might hurt us, but they would never keep us apart.
That we weren’t alone. Not anymore.
I touched my fingers to the tattoos on his chest, then lifted my head to kiss each of the injuries etched into his skin, every bit as meaningful as his ink.
“I love you.” I touched my lips to a cut on his left pec, then kissed an abrasion on the skin stretched over his heart. “I love you.”
He held my face in his hands. “I loveyou, Cass. So fucking much I can’t breathe through it sometimes.”
I slid my hand down his flat abs and unfastened his jeans, then slipped my hand inside to wrap my fingers around his throbbing dick.
He gasped, dropping his head to my shoulder as I stroked.
I hadn’t been going for more than a minute when he reached between our bodies to remove my hand. “That’s definitely not going to work if you want me to fuck you. I want you too much.”
“That’s okay,” I said, lifting my head to kiss him. “You can come in my hand. Or I can take you in my mouth.”
He groaned. “Hearing your sweet mouth talk about sucking my cock is definitely not going to work. Not if I want to eat that delicious little pussy.” He sat up and kneeled between my legs. “And I absolutely want to eat that delicious little pussy.”
He pulled my jeans off my thighs, taking my underwear with them.
Then I was naked under the clear blue sky, the October breeze caressing my body as Hawk bent his head between my thighs.
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HAWK
I’d dreamt about it:taking ownership of her mouth and body, stripping her naked, sucking on her full tits, feeling her writhe under me.
Most of all I’d dreamt about running my tongue through her sweet little pussy, drinking her up, pushing inside her until there was no doubt — for either of us — that I owned her.
Now I bent my head to her cunt and inhaled the musky scent of the part of her that belonged only to me.
To us.
Her thighs were silky on either side of my face, and I felt the brush of her velvety skin against my cheeks — a counterpoint to the hair I hadn’t bothered shaving from my jaw before we left the house — when I ran my tongue through her wet folds.
My dick pulsed with the need to be sheathed inside her, but after almost two weeks of recuperation I was determined to make it last. After this I’d have to share her with Jagger and Vigo. We’d bring out our toys, explore all the ways we could bring her pleasure, make her come a hundred different ways.
But for now she was mine and mine alone, and I intended to make the most of it. I didn’t need toys, didn’t need anything but the perfection of her soft body under my hands and mouth.
“Fuck, Cass… you’re so fucking wet.” I dipped my tongue into the hot well of her cunt. “And you taste so fucking good.”
She threaded her hands in my hair and pulled until my scalp burned.
My dick got harder.
I spread her pussy wide with my hands, studied the pink perfection of the cave between her thighs. I wanted to know every inch of her, wanted to possess her in a way I’d never wanted to possess anything.
I wanted to eat her and fuck her and put a baby inside her, wanted to make it clear to the world that I owned her.
And yeah, Jagger and Vigo were part of the equation.
But not right now.
She moaned when I slipped my tongue inside her spread pussy, then rocked her hips on my face, pulling my mouth more tightly against her wet heat.
“You’re as hungry as I am, mouse,” I murmured against her cunt. “We’ve waited so long, but don’t worry, I’m going to make you come so hard you’re going to forget how hard it all was.”
