Everything changed at that moment. Light turned to dark. Love transcended into lust. And every twisted desire we’d both held each other back from burst forth in a kaleidoscope of emotions.
He picked me up bridal style, pressing a kiss to my forehead. His footsteps walked with purpose as he carried me down a short hallway and into a bedroom. After he placed me on the bed, he shut the door. Both of us stared at the other in wide-eyed wonder. Who would make the first move? Would we speak? Or were words too weak to express how we felt for each other?
The king-size bed sank slightly under my weight. It was as though I was sitting on a cloud. The duvet beneath my fingers slid like silk. An overhead fan gently circled above while more glass panels exposed us to the beach.
Hawk didn’t seem bothered about shutting the curtains before he lifted his shirt over his head. He tossed the soft cotton on the floor, and my thighs clenched. This was it. We’re going to make good on all our promises.
Heart pounding in my chest, I followed his lead until we’d both stripped down to our underwear. My lavender lace bra and panty set contrasted well against my lightly tanned skin. Long blond hair kissed the small of my back in light waves. Hawk took me in from head to toe with a starved expression that both frightened and excited me.
“My God, you are gorgeous, Charlotte,” he exhaled, coming closer to me. His thumb pressed against my lips while he held my chin in place. I allowed myself to touch his strong chest, tracing over the rise and fall of his abdominal muscles. A light dusting of black hair below his navel drew a perfect line downward.
When I parted my mouth, he gently inserted his thumb, and I sucked, teasing my tongue over his digit. His brows furrowed, before retracting his hand. He crawled over me on the bed, drawing our bodies flush, skin to skin. Our mouths sought each other while my legs wrapped around his waist. I could feel his thick cock against my stomach just as I was positive he would be able to tell just how wet I’d grown for him.
We rutted against each other like teenagers, our hands exploring and reacquainting ourselves with the other. He tasted, smelled, and felt like home. I hadn’t realized just how much I missed him until now.
His right hand reached around my back and expertly unclipped my bra. A thrill rushed through my veins as he slowly pulled the piece away. Both of his hands cupped my breasts roughly. My head fell back against the mattress while I arched into his touch. His hot breath teased over the tops of my hardened nipples before his tongue flicked gently over one once, then twice.
After torturing both, he began to suck, kiss, lick, and nip between the two. Each time sent sparks of pleasure shooting down to my core. My hips thrust up into his, trying to find some reprieve. When the tip of his cock bumped my entrance, I groaned in frustration. Two sets of fabric kept us apart, and I wanted nothing.
“We’ll get there, baby,” Hawk reprimanded me with a throaty chuckle. “I want to take my time with you.”
“I just want you inside me, Hawk,” I panted as his mouth lowered slowly to my stomach. His tongue traced lines and circles, taking away his thick length for my selfish use.
“Trust me, I wanna be there too.” He paused, glancing up at me through lust-hazed eyes. “I will be there, Lottie, but let me love you first.”
I swallowed my protests and nodded, squeezing my eyes shut so I could focus on the pleasure he so willingly gave. Strong fingers tugged my panties down all the way. My breathing grew uneven and heavy. He lifted one of my legs and kissed from the inside of my ankle all the way to the sensitive flesh of my thigh. No matter how much I writhed, he refused to go higher until he’d done the same to the opposite leg. Only then did he finally nestle himself between them and begin to tease my core with his talented tongue.
Gasping, I opened wide for him, not caring how wanton I appeared.
“Good girl,” he whispered against my swollen flesh. Then he attacked with such ferocity, I rose on the bed to a sitting position. That lasted a moment before I fell back to the soft mattress, my body in complete control of my mind.
Hawk held me still as he sucked and teased my clit, delving his tongue deep into me every so often. I didn’t have to hold back my screams here, so the walls reverberated with cries, mewls, and soft pleading. My hips rolled against Hawk’s tongue eagerly. When he added two fingers, my back bent violently, and my legs quaked as he stroked over my spot. Pleasure coiled in every muscle, every cell, and every bone in my body. He drove me mad, crazy, and completely insane with ecstasy.
“I’m gonna …” My words fell away as stars shot from behind my eyes.
I became a livewire of pleasure, bending and twisting, desperate to get away because it was too much but being greedy enough to want more.
I’m flying …
And I didn’t ever want to land.
Chapter Thirty-One
Hawk
Charlotte is naked, in my bed, writhing beneath me. I’m making her create those sounds. She was begging me to continue, pleading with me.
Holy shit.
The rush of reality hit my dick as it strained beneath my boxer briefs. There wasn’t any fear of someone walking in on us. No one could hear her cries of pleasure. We were the only two people on this planet right now. Charlotte and me. And we could finally be together as one.
Charlotte’s body melted beneath me as her legs shook on either side of my head. Her soft moans echoed around my empty room. The most beautiful sound in the world other than when she plays the piano. I pulled back from her wet core, eager to free myself from the cotton confines. With hurried motions, I yanked the boxer briefs off and kicked them aside.
Her brilliant sea-green gaze met mine as I hovered over her, completely naked. The lust-filled haze in her eyes caused fire to ignite my blood. This woman, this perfectly flawed, feather-loving fallen angel meant everything to me.
“You’re on the pill, right?” I asked softly, wanting nothing between us our first time together. Never in my life had I ever dared to go bare with any other woman, but Charlotte was different. We were different. This would be her first time, and the last woman I’d ever take to my bed.
Her cheeks tinged pink, but she nodded slowly. “I am.”
“I’m clean, and I …” My words trailed off, unsure of how to ask a virgin if she would be okay with me going bareback.
Charlotte took my face in her hands, her gently fingertips caressing my cheeks. “I want it too.”
“You’re sure?” Instantly, my heartbeat thundered against my chest.
She smiled shyly. “Yes, Hawk. I want you inside me with nothing between us.”
She spelled out exactly what I’d been trying to say, quelling all my fears. Fire boiled in my blood as I slid between her thighs. The head of my cock nudged against her core. Both of us inhaled sharply at the contact.
Swallowing hard, I felt like a teenager again. Totally unsure of myself and how to give a woman what she wanted. Charlotte wasn’t some random woman I took home from a club—she was so much more.
“Hawk,” she whispered. “It’s okay. You won’t break me, and I want you so badly.” Her hips arched upward, rubbing against my length. “Don’t hold back. I want all of you.”
With a low groan, I pressed my lips against hers, claiming what was rightfully mine. She belonged to me now, body and soon soul. My hips carefully aligned with hers and began the slow glide into heaven. Her legs spread wider to accommodate my size. Charlotte was so tight I nearly came the moment our bodies connected.
I didn’t stop kissing her, pausing at times to watch her face. The way her eyes widened the deeper I slid. Her mouth parted and head fell back as my hips began a slow, teasing pace.
“Hawk,” she panted. “You feel so good.”
Her words stroked my ego, and a mischievous smirk crossed my lips. “You feel amazing, Lottie.”
Her eyes closed. Her tongue licked over her lips, reveling in the two of us intertwined. The scrape of her nails against my back called to the baser instincts lurking just ben
eath the surface. The ones I tried to hide from her. That dark, greedy bastard who had used her as my spank-bank material since our ill-timed first kiss. Did that make me a bad person? I didn’t know, and frankly, I couldn’t care less.
The woman I’d waited years for lay beneath me as I took her innocence. The young girl who’d been abused and tortured in her youth chose me to love. To have a physical relationship with. She chose me. And I’d choose her every time.
“God, Charlotte, I need you,” I growled into her ear, nipping at her neck. My fingers twisted in her long hair, the beast begging for a turn.
Her breasts pressed against my chest, rising and falling rapidly as her legs wrapped around my waist. “Take me, Hawk. I trust you. Just love me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” The logical part of my brain tried to push back the insanity she stirred in me. She’d been abused, and I only wanted to show her how amazing sex could be with me.
“You can’t, Hawk.” Her beautiful gaze opened on me again. “Show me who you really are. I want to know all of you.”
I snapped under her plea. My hands found purchase on the mattress, and I pushed myself up onto my hands. The cool air rushed between us, causing her nipples to pebble. She wanted to know all of me? My gaze swept over her flushed body, locking onto where we joined. We were one person. Our souls danced around each other in the transitional space between us that we couldn’t see but only feel.
Rearing back onto my knees, I gripped her hips, positioning her the way I needed. My thrusts became harder, faster, and her face shattered in bliss. Her fingers dug into the sheets as I used her perfect body the way I saw fit. She allowed me to use her, and I fell even more in love with her.
My head fell back as I relished in this perfect present. All those years of waiting, hoping someday I’d find someone to spend forever with, vanished. The loneliness that plagued me for so long began to evaporate when I met her. My life began again when she kissed me in the library—young, passionate, and so fucking beautiful.
“Hawk, that feels so good,” she panted. I glanced down through a narrowed gaze, concentrating on chasing both our pleasures.
“Yeah?” Sweat rolled down my temple. I unwrapped her legs from around my waist and hooked them over my shoulders.
Charlotte gasped, tossing her head back, her blond hair washing over the light gray duvet. She looked divine, like a mermaid I’d found washed up on the beach. Her mewls urged me on while my eyes feasted on the way her breasts bounced with each thrust.
Damn, she’s so fucking gorgeous.
And mine.
A possessive growl resonated in my chest.
She’s all mine now.
I didn’t plan on ever letting her go.
“So close …” she murmured so softly I barely heard her.
An egotistical grin pulled at the corners of my lips. “Come for me, baby.”
I watched Charlotte’s orgasm consume her. From head to toe, she shuddered. Her hips met mine thrust for thrust. Everything about her was perfect, yet I knew her every flaw and still, I loved her.
When her body became soft, I gently lowered her legs back onto the bed. For a moment, I pulled away from her, leaving us both empty. Before I could get a grip on her ankles to flip her onto her stomach, her hand pressed against my chest. I hadn’t even realized she’d sat up.
“Let me,” she said.
Heat ripped through my cock knowing exactly what she was asking. Wordlessly, I positioned myself against the pillows, lying on my back. Charlotte easily straddled me, her sweat-sheened body glistening in the natural light spilling from the picture windows. Her small hand gripped my length, guiding herself down over me again. This time, my eyes closed to give her a moment to compose herself.
One hand rested against her hip while the other trailed up her stomach and gripped her breast. She tentatively rolled her hips over mine, rising and lowering. My hand on her hip helped move her body the way I liked, and soon, both my hands pinched her taut nipples as she rode me.
She shocked me with how quickly she caught on. But then again, this was Charlotte.
“Come here.” I locked my hand at the base of her neck, gently pulling her down. Our bodies fit together like a puzzle, two missing pieces finally found. She slotted against me, her hips grinding in a frantic rhythm.
“I love you,” she exhaled against my mouth as I kissed her sweetly. My hands ran down her back to squeeze the globes of her ass, holding her against me and setting my own pace.
“And I love you, Charlotte.” Our foreheads pressed together as we raced to the end. “So damn much.”
She came first on a soft cry, which I swallowed with a hungry kiss. My own release pulsed harder and harder until I spilled inside her. That thought alone made it even more of a rush. She’d be marked by me, our essences never able to be separated. My neck arched against the pillows as my hips jerked on their own accord.
“Come inside me,” she whispered, her voice low and husky with lust.
I did.
I came so hard my thighs cramped.
We fell in a heap, her pressed on top of me and my arms wrapped around her waist. The only sound for the next few minutes came from our heart beats, slowing in speed. Finally, Charlotte pulled back to see me, a contented smile on her face.
“That was amazing.”
Reaching out, I caressed her cheek, pulling her down into another kiss. “And that is just round one, baby. Give me a few minutes and I’ll be up for round two.” I winked, enjoying the look of shock that crossed her face.
Charlotte would soon find out how much I wanted her. How ravenous she made me. I wouldn’t be satisfied until I’d taken her in every position, in every room of my house, and then on the beach. I had one goal for this week—make her see we belonged together.
Forever.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Charlotte
My body woke with the most delicious sensations. I never knew that being so sore, even in places I hadn’t known existed, could be so satisfying. Hawk thoroughly loved me late last night and well into the morning. The soft sounds of ocean waves crashing against the shore pulled my eyes open in curiosity.
Hawk never closed the curtains last night, and the bright morning sunshine flooded the large master suite. One of the French doors was cracked open, letting the fresh ocean breeze waft into the space. I inhaled the salty spray mixed with the fresh cotton of the sheets—the perfect combination.
Sitting up, the ivory sheet slipped down my body. Usually, I’d be self-conscious and shy, but after last night, there were no more secrets between Hawk and me. We’d bared all our scars. Our hopes, our fears. A small smile crept over my lips.
Soft music came from the direction of the hallway. I stepped out of bed, stark naked, but there was power in my nudity now. Seeing the expression on Hawk’s face as he took in my body sent a surge of confidence through my veins. Still clad in my feathered jewelry, I padded quietly across the room to what I assumed would be a walk-in closet.
The smell of Hawk rushed my senses. I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes as I ran my fingers along the clothes. When I found a large slate gray tee, I pulled it over my head. Once satisfied I’d sufficiently covered my rear, I made my way back toward the music.
Hawk stood in front of the stove, flipping a pancake. “Paris” by the Chain Smokers played from his phone sitting on a stereo dock. His muscles rippled as he moved shirtless from the pan to pick up a plate. I leaned over the counter, clearing my throat.
He glanced over his shoulder, his eyes sparking with lust when he saw what I wore. “Well, good morning, baby.”
“Morning.” I blushed, biting my lower lip shyly.
Wordlessly, he took the pancakes off the pan, placing them onto two plates. Crisp bacon sat waiting on a separate dish.
“Did you sleep well?” He pointed at the full carafe of coffee next to the refrigerator. “It’s French vanilla.”
“Mmm, my favorite.” My fingertips ran along t
he marbled countertop as I rounded to his side of the kitchen. Two cups were already set out next to the state-of-the-art machine, so I filled them both.
It didn’t take long before two large arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me against his hard body. His erection pressed against the small of my back.
“You’re not wearing anything under this, are you?” he whispered, nibbling the shell of my ear while his hands wandered to the hem of the shirt.
Giggling, I shook my head. “Why would I?”
“Christ, woman,” he growled.
He spun me around so that my back now rested against the counter before he picked me up. I squealed as the cold marble touched my bare bottom, but Hawk was already slotted between my thighs.
“You make food on here,” I tried to reason.
Hawk’s lips spread wide into a boyish grin. “That’s what Lysol is for.”
His fingers untied the knot on his sweatpants, dropping them to the floor. Instantly starving for more of his unrelenting affection, I wrapped my fingers around his length and stroked. I loved the way he looked at me when I touched him. Only I could make him feel this way because he belonged to me.
While I worked his cock, his fingers teased my hot flesh. One hand focused on rubbing the sensitive spot between my legs while the other slid up the shirt and pinched my taut nipples.
I tossed my head back, arching into his dexterous fingers, squeezing his erection harder. That seemed to stir the animal I’d met last night into action. My only piece of clothing disappeared, leaving me naked in the middle of his house. Anyone could see in through the windows, but I didn’t care.
He spread my legs wider, pushing me back on the counter with one hand between my breasts. I gave in easily, wanting exactly what he’d give me. The second his tongue ran along my seam, parting me, I cried out. He lapped slowly, dragging his tongue in languid circles over my entrance and clit.
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