“Do that again,” I instantly demanded.
Dark heat flickered in his eyes at my command, and he pushed up off the headboard, forcing me to lose my grip on him as he brought us chest to chest. My hands flew to his broad shoulders to steady myself, and he snaked an arm around my waist to hold me in beautiful torture just over his cock.
He grazed his nose over my own before he laughed again, the motion rumbling through his powerful body. I crushed my mouth to his, emotion clogging my throat from that sound. It was the sound he’d make when I challenged him or amused him in the future we’d never have together. Perhaps the sound he’d make if we were blessed with a baby…
No, no, no.
Pain lashed down my spine with the thoughts, and I locked them down as quickly as I could, kissing Hawke harder, more desperately.
“Did you not hear me before?” Hawke said, breaking our kiss. “The sun is about to go down. You need rest—"
“I don’t care,” I said, almost breathless, as I reached for his mouth with mine again.
He held me back enough to sweep those eyes of his over my face, reading something, maybe feeling something that had a dark smile curving his lips.
“I’m not tired,” I said when he made no move to continue the game we’d started.
“You’re not tired?” he asked, but there was nothing but amusement on his face. He shifted beneath me, lining up his hard cock with my slick entrance, holding me there in tight anticipation. “Then I’ll have to fuck you to sleep.”
Lava shot through my veins as he let go of his hold on my waist and I slammed over him, taking him into the hilt in the span of a breath. He filled me so much it was a marvel I could breathe around him, and I took a few heartbeats to re-adjust to his size. It didn’t matter that I’d had him three times today, this position was new.
Hawke leaned back against the headboard again…
Holy fucking hell.
The angle alone made my thighs clench, but the sight of Hawke leaning back, hands on my hips, a challenging look in his eyes made my entire body catch on fire.
I gave in to my body’s instincts and rolled my hips, shuddering at how damn good it felt.
Hawke’s fingers clenched my hips, guiding me as I did it again. I braced my hands against his chest, using the leverage to go faster, harder.
“Fuck, Avi,” Hawke growled, his eyes never leaving mine as he watched me. “You look so fucking good riding my cock.”
His words sent tendrils of heat curling all along my soul, and I grinned down at him as I found my rhythm. I reached for his hands, drawing them up to my breasts without missing a beat. Hawke groaned, palming my breasts, pinching my nipples until I was nothing but liquid heat slicking over him.
My breath hitched as my body tightened, and I chased that high, rocking against him harder and faster until my entire soul coiled into a tight spring.
Hawke moved one hand behind me, smoothing it over my ass before he slapped it hard enough to propel my hips forward, the sweet sting sending me crashing right over that edge as I came.
I shuddered above him, catching my breath as he continued to move beneath me in slow strokes. My thighs trembled from the exertion, my skin stung in the most delicious way, and I wasn’t sure how much more pleasure I could take before losing my mind entirely.
“Hold on,” Hawke demanded once my breath had evened out, his eyes casting up to the headboard.
I gaped at him, but obeyed. I gripped the wooden frame.
“Good girl.” Hawke shifted his hands back to my hips, holding me so tight I shivered. He thrust his powerful hips upward, his cock plunging into my oversensitive heat, and I moaned from the sensation.
Then he did it again.
And again.
Each spot our bodies connected came alive with a crackling energy that tingled along my skin. Every time he thrust upward, a deep shiver trembled inside me. This was beyond pleasure, beyond pain. It was something else entirely.
Unhinged madness.
That’s what this was.
Hawke held me tight, controlling every move, every thrust, owning every inch of my body, my soul. He increased his pace, the sound of our flesh connecting filling the room as he pounded into me.
“Hawthorne,” I breathed his name, holding onto that headboard when my entire body felt like it was slipping away, flying to another plane of existence where nothing but bliss existed.
“Fuck,” he growled, driving up and into me faster than the moment before, his fingers biting into my skin. Harder. Faster. He let another notch on his leash loose, and gave into the demands of his body as he drove us both toward the edge again until I was trembling with the building orgasm, doing my best to just hold on while he claimed me from below.