“Hawke,” I groaned.
He kissed my thigh again, sucking my skin into his mouth so hard it hurt. Delightful tendrils of heat spiraled beneath my skin with the combination of pain and pleasure, my breath catching at the sensation. A sucking pop sounded as he pulled back, and I watched him as he smiled at the love mark he’d left there.
“Hawke,” I begged, my body feeling like it was on fire with need.
“Keep saying my name,” he said, turning his head to my other thigh. “Maybe it will erase what you called me earlier, and I can quit punishing you.”
I gasped when he left a mark on my other thigh, arching against him, my body begging for that release he’d driven me right up to, then halted. But goddamn, the anticipation tingled along my bones, turning me into something of pure sensation.
“Hawke,” I tried again, my voice on the cusp of desperation.
He grinned up at me, then kissed a line from my inner thigh to my ankle, and back up again. His touches made warm chills erupt from my skin, made my insides tighten. His fingers were light as he explored every inch of my skin, teasing all the way up to my lace-covered breasts and back down.
Taking his time because we could. Because we had all the time in the world now.
My heart expanded with that notion, so much so I almost broke the rules and moved to reach for him. Experience kept me in place. I needed him too much to break the rules now. He worked his way over my hips, kissing too lightly, too sweetly.
“Hawthorne,” I said his name with the royal demand I knew I could muster, and his eyes snapped to mine.
“There it is,” he said, then lowered his head, sucking my clit into his mouth at the same time he plunged two fingers inside me. Curling and pumping and teasing.
I rocked into him, crying out as I came apart from his much-needed touch. I trembled around him, my pussy clenching around his fingers as my orgasm ripped through me. I fell to the bed as he worked me down, as he slid those fingers out of me and stalked up my body.
“Please,” I begged. “Let me touch you.”
He captured my mouth with his, the taste of me on his tongue sending me into orbit as he claimed my mouth. “Okay, mate,” he said, drawing back enough to look down at me. “You can move.”
I didn’t hesitate. I pounced. I reached between us, grabbing his hard length, rubbing it through the slickness between my thighs. He groaned, his muscles tensing beneath his skin as he held himself up above me.
I guided him to my entrance, torturing us both as I played with him there. Allowing him in just an inch before I pulled him out.
“Avi,” he growled.
I smiled up at him. “I love you so much,” I said, overwhelmed with pleasure, with joy at being with this male.
“I love you,” he said, thrusting his hips to try and get inside me.
I held him at bay with the power of my thighs on his hips. He arched a brow at me, delight dancing in his eyes. Only I could ever challenge this powerful assassin, only for me would he bend, break.
“Do you want to fuck me, husband?” I teased, squeezing him harder.
“Wife,” he groaned, his fangs snapped out as he grinned down at me. “Fuck you. Bite you. Feed you,” he said, his tone primal.
It snapped the control I had over the game, and I released him, loosening my thighs—
He plunged in to the hilt, drawing a moan from my lips as he filled me.
“Yes,” I moaned, digging my nails into his back as he pounded into me. As he unleashed himself on me fast and hard and unhindered. He knew I could take him, knew how much I loved it when he rode me hard and relentless, racing me toward that edge again, the one I swear Hawke invented. The one that felt like fire and ice and lightning.
I clenched around him, my muscles trembling as my entire being narrowed to the feel of him inside me. I turned my head and sank my fangs into his wrist, knowing it would push him right over the edge with me.
He groaned, pumping into me harder as he bit my neck, drinking me in as he kept his pace, sending my entire being into fucking orbit as I came in waves of pleasure so intense I saw stars.
I dug my nails harder into his back, hard enough to break the skin, and Hawke bowed into it, his cock hardening another degree as he found his own release inside me. I licked the wounds on his wrist closed, then chased a few stray drops of his blood with my tongue. I’d never waste a drop of that delicious life force that made my entire body soar.