Chapter 46 Cassie
CASSIE
I couldn’t stop kissing him, and I held tightly to his neck as he carried me down the hall, our tongues at war as we fought to devour each other.
He kicked open the half-open bedroom door and entered my room, glowing in the soft light of the afternoon sun seeping through the closed shades.
He stared down at me. “I didn’t want it to be me.”
I slid my fingers into his long hair and tightened my hold on the silky strands. “I want it to be you.”
He groaned and kissed me again, his tongue mapping my mouth in fevered strokes and sweep, his arms tight around my suspended body.
He was breathing heavy when he finally pulled away to set me down. He held my face in his hands as he looked down at me, ran his palms down my neck and over my shoulders, up the sides of my body and over my tits, like was trying to learn me.
Like he was trying to memorize me.
Then he reached for the hem of my T-shirt and pulled it over my head. He tossed it aside and unclasped my bra, then looked down at my tits with a sigh.
He cupped them in his hands, running his thumbs over my erect nipples, and lowered his head to take one in his mouth.
I gasped when the heat of his tongue hit my nipple, and I reached back to hold his head in place, closing my eyes as pleasure washed over my body.
His amber-rimmed eyes were glassy when he lifted his head. “I’m going to know every inch of you, Cass.”
I shivered at the sound of my nickname on his lips. It was as familiar to me as my own face in the mirror, but hearing this big, inked man saw it with so much tenderness, so much wanting, made it sound sacred.
He reached for the button on my jeans, unzipped them, then kneeled to pull them from my hips, taking my underwear with them.
He tossed those aside too, then buried his face against my mound.
He wrapped his arms around my thighs and inhaled deeply. “I’m drunk on you.”
He stood and scooped me into his arms again, then tossed me onto the bed.
Laughter bubbled from my throat as I bounced, and I scooted back on the bed and watched as he pulled his black T-shirt over his head.
It was the first time I’d had the luxury of staring at his tattoos, and I caught snippets of the images: dark angry birds with long talons, a thick broken chain, shards of shattered glass.
They told a story. I just wasn’t sure what it was yet — how it began, how it ended — and I let my gaze roam over the defined bulge of his biceps, the swell of his sculpted pecs, the flat plan os his stomach.
He pulled off his jeans (if he’d even wearing underwear I hadn’t seen them) and threw those aside too.
Then he was standing in front of me like a god, his black hair brushing his shoulders, his body an inked and sculpted homage to perfection.
His dick was so wide I was almost scared looking at it, but any fear I felt at the thought of being invaded by him was eclipsed by the throb of desire pulsing between my legs.
He climbed onto the bed and stretched out over my body, looking down at me with an expression I couldn’t define.
Confusion? Worry? Anguish?
Maybe all of those.
He lowered his mouth to mine and I sensed restraint in the tender sweeps of his tongue.
But it couldn’t last. I already knew restraint wasn’t Hawk’s thing, and I was glad when the kiss turned urgent and frenzied, my tits smashed against his chest, his thick dick teasing my clit.
I’d had enough restraint to last me a lifetime.
I opened my thighs for him and he groaned as he sank more deeply against my pussy, then trailed kisses down my neck and chest, lingering long enough over my tits to take one in my mouth.
I arched my back as he sucked, wrapping my calves around his, growing hunger beating at my core.
“Fuck.” He pulled back and I noticed he was shaking. “Fuck.”
He kissed his way over my stomach, closing his teeth over my flash and biting hard enough to make gasp.
Then he kneeled between my legs, pushingly my thighs apart, exposing me completely. My cunt throbbed at the sight of him between my legs, his huge dick erect and swollen between his muscular thighs.
He reached down to run his fingers through my folds. “Fuck, Cass. You’re so wet.”
I didn’t know how to tell him that I’d been wet for the last three weeks, ever since he’d knelt at my feet to lick my pussy in the tunnels. I didn’t know how to tell him that I’d been dying for this moment, dying to feel his naked body on mine, his cock inside me.
He got onto his stomach and I felt his breath blow across my desperate cunt. “I’ve been dreaming about this sweet little pussy,” he said, sliding his fingers through my folds. “One little taste was never going to be enough.”
I moaned as he ran his tongue through my slit, closing my eyes and grabbing not his hair as she covered my pussy with the slippery heat of his mouth.
He lavished attention on my clit, licking and lapping until I lifted my hips off the bed, desperate for more, an orgasm blooming at my center.
His head moved in a frenzy as we worked me with his mouth, his fingers teasing my entrance, just enough to make me even hungrier for him to fill me.
“Hawk…” I rode his mouth, reaching for the orgasm even as I tried to hold it off, wanting it but also wanting to make it last.
I was in another world. Nothing existed outside the shadowed light in my bedroom, Hawk between my thighs, our bodies reaching for each other like trees to the sun.
He took his mouth off my pussy. “Jesus fuck… I want to make you come with my mouth but the fucking will be better for you if you don’t.”
He stood, leaving me trembling on the bed, and ran a hand through his hair. “Fuck… fuck…”
He bent for his jeans and dug out his wallet, then removed a condom. He tore it open with his teeth and tossed the wrapper aside, then climbed back onto the bed between my thighs.
I watched as he rolled it on his thick shaft, marveling that there was even a condom big enough to do the job.
Then he stretched out over my body and looked down at me, the head of his dick nudging my clit.
“I don’t know how to be gentle.” There was torment in his voice.
“I’m so tired of gentle.” I wrapped my legs around his thighs and he sank deeper against me. “Just fuck me, Hawk. Please.”
He let out something like a growl and drove into me hard and fast.
I gasped against a burst of pain — a sting, a slap, and ache.
He kissed me long and slow, his whole body shaking with restraint as I stretched to accommodate him.
Then the familiar spark of impending orgasm throbbed between my thighs and I started to move my hips, reaching for more.
He dragged out of me with a groan, then plunged back in.
I cried out with the pleasure of it. This was what I had craved: completion.
He filled me up, stretching me wide, pushing all the way inside me until there was no separation between Hawk and me, until our bodies were so molded together it seemed impossible that they had every been a part.
He drove into me again and again, and I met every thrust of his hips with thrusts of my own, rising to meet him, rocking against him to get the friction on my clit that I craved until my impending orgasm was undeniable.
He must have felt it because he moved faster.
“That’s my good girl. That’s my good fucking girl.”
I gasped, moving faster, all the pain gone — physical and otherwise — replaced by the ecstasy of Hawk driving into my body, filling up all the empty places I hadn’t known were there.
“I’m going to come…”
“Fuck yes, Cass. Do it.” He drove into me so hard it almost hurt, but I didn’t want him to stop. I only wanted more. “Let me feel this sweet pussy come.”
I fell into the void all at once, light exploding behind my eyes as I cried out.
My body shuddered under his, waves of pleasure and release washing over me one after the other as my channel clamped down his big dick, forcing him to tunnel through me harder.
He lowered his head to my neck with a low groan and I knew he was coming with me, that he felt the release too.
“Fuck, Cass… Fuck yes… You’re so fucking good. So fucking sweet.”
He didn’t stop driving into me until I relaxed under him, gasping for breath, my body tingling and alive, limp as a rag doll but somehow already wanting to do it all again.
He lowered his mouth to mine and swept me up into a kiss.
And this time it was different. Not the hungry demand of someone desperate to conquer but the slow claiming of someone who already knew I was his and wanted to make sure I knew it too.
He got off me to remove the condom, then pulled me into his arms.
I nestled against the hard planes of his chest, chasing one of the inked birds with my finger. “Is Hawk your real name?”
“It is now.”
“So it’s not the name your parents gave you?”
“No.”
“Will you tell me that one? The name your parents gave you?”
He kissed my lips, then looked into my eyes. “Someday.”
It felt like a promise.
That we would have more days together.
That even Bram couldn’t keep us apart.