“I want you, Hawke.” I stepped into his space, reaching up to put my hands on his chest. “Tonight. It’s my last night. Please. Be with me?”
A low groan escaped his lips, his entire body going rigid beneath me. “It’s dangerous, you know it is—”
“I know, and I don’t care. This is all we’ve been allowed. I don’t want to waste it.” I reached up on my tiptoes, his hands falling to my waist to help lift me up to his eye level. I grazed my lips over his, a soft caress, nothing compared to the kisses we’d shared in the past. I relished the feel of his lips on mine, savored it instead of devouring it. I kissed him like I could somehow turn this night into forever.
He shuddered against me, kissing me back with gentle strokes I didn’t know the assassin was capable of, and it made my heart break all over again. Because Hawke wasn’t gentle, he was rough and consuming and pure fire. He was blades and exquisite pleasure and danger. He was everything to me, and for me, he found he could be gentle too.
I committed his taste to memory, wiggling against him until he set me on my own two feet. I pushed against his chest and he backed up until his spine hit the door. I made quick work of his belt, dropping his pants and briefs to his ankles.
Then I sank to my knees.
“Avianna,” he said, reaching for me as if he’d urge me to get up.
I shook my head, settling myself in front of his beautiful, hard cock. “You’re the only male I’ll ever get on my knees for, Hawthorne,” I said, and his eyes guttered as I took him in my mouth. No preamble, no teasing. I stroked his long shaft with one hand and sucked the rest of him into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his head arching back against the door.
I swirled my tongue around his head, licking the heat and salt of his precome before taking him deeper. I used my other hand to grip his massive thigh, urging him closer, harder. He tangled his fingers in my hair, holding onto me as he took over, thrusting those hips and jabbing his cock into my mouth, wild with need.
It set my blood on fire, locking eyes with him when I had a mouth full of him. Watching him as he came unhinged and unleashed himself on me. Just for me. His mate.
For one more night.
The thought had a small growl tumbling from my mouth, the vibrations causing Hawke to groan. I felt the tight snap of his desire, knew he was close—
He slipped out of my mouth and hauled me to my feet. He shifted his arms beneath my ass, urging me to lock my ankles around his back, and I did. I clung to him like I’d never be able to cling to him again.
“I wasn’t done,” I argued.
“Yes, you were, Princess,” he said, his mouth an inch from mine. “You come first with me. Always.”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and instead kissed him again. I kissed him with soft strokes of my tongue, tunneling my fingers through his hair as he spun us, bracing my spine against the door.
His hands were shockingly tender as he grazed them over my cheek, my neck, the side of my breast. There was no time for the delicious knife play or handcuffs or chains here. There was just this stolen moment where nothing existed but me and him and the passion between us.
Hawke’s free hand roamed farther, parting the simple gown I wore and the lace beneath it, trailing his fingers straight through the heat of me. “I will never stop wanting you,” he groaned, sliding two fingers inside my heat. “I will never stop picturing you like this. Cheeks flushed with desire, lips swollen from being wrapped around my cock. Even long after I’m in the ground, I’ll still be thinking of you.”
Tears bit my eyes, but they were quickly forgotten as he pumped his fingers inside me, pairing his pace with the intensity of his words. I arched against him, rocking into his hand as I dug my nails into the leather covering his shoulders. I captured his lips with mine, biting his bottom lip hard enough to break the skin. He groaned, and I licked the stray drop of blood away, soothing the hurt and moaning at the taste of him.
“Hawke,” I breathed his name as he relentlessly pumped and curled those fingers, driving me full force toward the edge without any preamble of drawing out the moment. We didn’t have time. We were racing against a set clock and tonight was all we had.
“Avi,” he groaned, increasing his pace as I rocked against him, chasing that high with all I had. “Come for me. I want to feel that pussy flutter around my fingers before I sink my cock into you.” He pressed the heel of his palm against my clit, giving me the last bit of pressure I needed, and I came apart in his arms. I spasmed around his fingers, my entire body shaking against him as he held me steady against that door. “Goddamn, Princess,” he said, slowly drawing out his fingers and bringing them to his lips. He sucked off my flavor, his pupils blowing out. “That is more delicious than your blood, but just barely. Both are heaven. Like you were made for me.”