“We don’t have a condom. Do you want me anyway?”
“I want all of you,” I beg. “I want your come all over me. Inside of me. On top of me. Everywhere. Just spread me wide!” I’m panting as I speak, desperate for his touch, desperate for him, but he’s slow with me, teasing, like he had been at the cabin.
His hand reaches between my legs and he runs circles around my clit, wetting me before he begins to edge inside. The grip he has on the rope is steady and the pressure is gentle, though when he moves deeper inside of me, it takes a minute to acclimate.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he grunts, pressing further into my core.
A short pinch follows a longer one. I try not to scream out, but the noise of uncomfortable pressure escapes before I can stop it.
He pauses. “Are you okay?”
“Keep going,” I pant, pressing back into him. “Harder!”
I always imagined myself as someone who liked sex softly. Soft and gentle. I guess I thought that was loving. But with Hawk, I’m someone different. I’m someone I never imagined I could be. I’m wild and untamed. I’m a girl who likes a tight grip, and a harsh ragged response. I’m a girl who likes the feral animalistic chase. It’s magic.
I breathe hard against his free hand as it covers my mouth, the other still in the make-shift rope. He’s thrusting, hard. Pumping in and out, spreading me wider and wider as I whine with an aching pulse that won’t relent.
“Tell me you need to come,” he growls. “Tell me now.”
“I need to come, Hawk. I need your come too. I need it all. All over me.” I pant as I speak, barely able to form words as he stretches me wide.
“Good girl.” He presses into me deeper.
Harder and harder, his large body moves me and the bed forward until all at once every bit of pent energy I’ve been holding to, releases. I cry out and my eyes squeeze closed.
“Good fucking girl,” he growls, somehow deeper. I can tell by his voice, that my orgasm has pushed him over the edge. “You take this cock like a good fucking girl.” Any bit of gentleness he had is gone, and now, his big, bulky frame heaves against me with the purpose of a ravaging storm.
I love it. I need it. I need him. Always. Just like this.
His warm palm smooths over the small of my back as he releases inside of me. “You feel so fucking good, Violet. Like you were made for me.”
My heart warms as he slows his thrust and eventually pulls from within me with a sigh.
I turn back toward him, and lick his cock, desperate to taste the love we’ve made. As I do, he loosens the tie on my wrists and buries his hand in my hair, letting out a soft groan of approval.
“I love you, Violet.” His words are sure and steady. “I love you like I’ve never loved anyone. Tell me we can make this work.”
I pull my lips off his cock gently, swallowing down our sticky sweet juices before lifting to his lips. “You love me?”
He nods. “You’re mine, remember?”
“I love you too, Hawk. I never want this to end.”
“And it won’t,” he says, holding me against his chest with the grip of a man who means what he says.
For the first time in my life, I don’t question his motive. I take him at his word and I have a feeling, I won’t regret it.
Epilogue
Hawk
Six Months Later
I stand at the mountain’s edge and look out at the town below. There’s more snow on the ground now and there’s a breeze picking up from the east. I’m betting more is on the way.
“Are you coming in?” Violet grips me from behind, wrapping her warm arms around my waist.
I turn toward her, fixing my gaze on my wife. My beautiful, smart, sweet, feisty wife. “I was studying the weather. I think we’ve got a big one blowing in. Did you let Walker know?”