Sinful Rewards 12 by Cynthia Sax Page B

though he can’t believe I’m here, with him, loving him.
    I think of how I almost chose another man, almost settled for okay, forgoing this wonder, and I ride him harder, faster. All of the pain, the disappointment, the abandonment led me to this, to Hawke, the most honorable, steadfast, badass man I know.
    And this former marine loves me. He lifts me higher and higher, thrusting upward as he drives me toward him, impaling me on his rigid shaft. I pant. Hawke’s breath blows hot against my right ear. The chair squeaks under us, protesting the movement, our combined weight.
    The proof of his commitment is all around me. The dog tags Hawke gave me shine between my bare breasts. The bandage on his left hand protects my claim on him.
    He plunges his cock in and out of me. No condom separates us, its absence a declaration of intention. He’s with me forever, will never leave me, and I trust him to stay, to keep his vows.
    This knowledge spirals my passion toward the unadorned ceiling. Our bodies bump again and again. My arms and legs tremble. Sweat trickles down my spine, between my ass cheeks. I curl my fingers, digging my nails into his skin.
    â€œYes.” Hawke bucks. “Mark me, love.”
    I lean forward, kiss his chin. His stubble burns my lips. His chest flattens my breasts, the soft cotton of his T-shirt teasing my aching nipples.
    â€œYou feel so good.” Hawke’s rhythm grows wilder. “You’re hot and wet and mine.” He grunts each word. “I’ll never let you go.” His arms close around me, his fingers pressing against my back. “Never.”
    God. I arch my back. He knows what I need to hear. My pussy constricts around him, the friction escalating my desire.
    â€œCan’t. Need.” My mind splintered by his touch, I’m unable to form complete sentences. “Hawke, please.”
    â€œI have you.” He sinks his fingers into my hair, pulls my head back. I shudder, pinpricks of pain shooting over my scalp. Sweat glistens on his face. His shaft swells inside me.
    He’s close, as close as I am to release. I resist the urge to squeeze his shaft, wanting to plunge over the edge with him.
    â€œCome for me.” Hawke scrapes his teeth along my neck and I shudder, my grip on reality loosening. I can’t last. I can’t—
    â€œNow, love.” He tugs on my hair.
    The pain breaks me, and everything inside me contracts, my pussy clenching down on his cock, my fingers curling into fists. I open my mouth to scream.
    Hawke covers my lips with his, swallowing the sound, adding his roar to the mix. Liquid heat shoots from his tip, bathing my battered pussy, the sensation unlike any I’ve ever experienced. He pushes deeper, his ass lifting off the chair, as though he wishes to brand as much of me as he can with his essence.
    Hawke holds this impossible pose for one, two heartbeats, and then falls. His bare skin smacks against the leather seat. My ass slaps against his legs, setting off an after-tremor of pleasure within me.
    I quiver with delight, the ecstasy of our joining too good to comprehend. He rubs my back, murmuring words I’m too fractured to decipher.
    As the fog of bliss clears, I remember his new tattoo. “Did I hurt you?” I pull back, grasp his left wrist, examine his finger. There’s no blood on the white gauze. “Are you feeling okay?” I touch his forehead. His skin is hot and moist. “Did we overdo it?”
    â€œI’m better than okay, love.” Hawke’s eyelids are partially lowered, his face soft. “Remember how you felt when you walked into the Road Gator and everyone cheered?”
    â€œIt was one of the best moments of my life.” Until a few minutes ago, our arrival at the Road Gator had been the very best moment. But this was surpassed when I saw my name tattooed on Hawke’s body, heard him declare his feelings for me.
    My military man meets my gaze, the love