“Keep coming. Come for me, baby.”
With a growl, Hale surges to his feet, unzipping his pants and shoving them down to free his heavy cock. He wraps one arm around my lower back as the other hand guides his thick length to my entrance, and then he pitches his hips forward, driving into my still fluttering channel.
The feel of him filling me up, filling the desperate, empty ache inside me, sends me hurtling over the edge of another orgasm, and I whimper loudly as he slams in all the way to the hilt. His balls slap against my ass, and I clutch at his s
houlders, wrapping my legs around him as I sob out my release.
“So fucking good.” He grinds against me, pressing his cock even deeper inside and putting perfect friction on my clit, drawing the orgasm out into rippling waves of pleasure.
Only when he hears my breath change does he begin to thrust, pistoning his hips hard and fast as if he’s already used up every last scrap of restraint he had.
Keeping his arms wrapped around me, he lowers me back onto the desk, draping his upper body over mine as he pounds into me.
He’s big, and the stretch of my inner walls is almost painful. But I dig my heels into his ass, urging him deeper anyway.
I need it.
I need him.
Both the gentle side and the brutal side. The entire contradictory, fucked-up package that is Hale Novak. All of it.
In this moment, it doesn’t feel like there’s anything else in the world I need more.
His thrusts shorten, growing choppy and quick as he claims my lips in another deep kiss. His cock swells inside me, hard as fucking steel as he growls into my mouth.
“Come with me, Grace. I want to feel you fucking come.”
“I—can’t.” My breath is coming so fast I almost can’t get the words out. He’s slamming into me so hard the whole desk is shaking beneath us.
“Yes you can, baby. Do it. Come for me. Right. Now.”
His last words are punctuated by two more hard strokes, and when I feel him explode inside me, his cock pulsing as he spills his release, my worn out and exhausted body somehow finds a way to obey his command.
A third orgasm burns through me, flaring hot and bright like gasoline under a lit match. My arms and legs clench tightly around him, and I bury my face in his neck as he does the same to me, our bodies wrapping around each other as if we’re both seeking comfort from the storm.
A haven in a dangerous world.
18
Grace
Hale mutters a soft “fuck” into my neck, his hips pushing against mine again.
My chest and his chest collide with every labored breath. I feel lightheaded, wrapped in a sated satisfaction that I know will fade once we let reality settle between us.
But still, he tries to make it last, drawing this moment out as long as possible.
I bury my face in his shoulder, swallowing hard, breathing in whiskey and a hint of cloves along with something distinctly Hale.
I can’t believe I just did that.
That we just did that.
Because I wasn’t the only one who broke down, the only one who broke a vow made to myself. Hale’s been trying to resist this thing between us just as much as I have. I know I don’t fit inside his orderly plans, his rigid insistence that he can control everything.
Turns out, whatever this is, it’s something neither of us can control.
Hell, he’s still buried inside of me and already some part of my body is crying out for more, a deep craving rising inside me again.