40. May I Have Another
CHAPTER 40
May I Have Another
Melinda Mayweather
I stare into Hawke's deep blue eyes, losing myself in their depths. They're like the ocean at twilight, mysterious and alluring, with flecks of silver that catch the light. In his gaze, I see myself reflected back, but not as I am–as he sees me. Strong. Beautiful. Loved.
My love. His love. We are one.
The realization washes over me, as powerful as any tide. Together, we can face this crazy world. No matter what happens - no matter what challenges we face or what enemies come for us. With Hawke by my side, anything is possible. And for the first time in my life, I truly believe it.
Hawke's lips find mine, and I taste myself on them—sweet and musky. It should be strange, but it's not. It's perfect. It's us, intertwined in every way possible. The kiss deepens. My body calls for him, cries for him. There's an empty ache in my core that only he can soothe, a hunger that only he can satisfy.
I'm still trembling from my first release, aftershocks of pleasure rippling through me. But it's not enough. I want more. I need more. "Please touch me again, Hawke," I whisper against his lips. "I need to come again."
A wide grin curves his mouth, a mix of male satisfaction and desire dancing in his eyes. Without a word, he slips his hand down between us. His fingers find that sensitive bundle of nerves, still swollen and sensitive from his earlier attentions.
He circles it with the pad of one finger, applying just the right amount of pressure. It's perfect. So perfect. I cry out from the pleasure.
Hawke keeps his motions even, the steady rhythm making me tremble beneath him. Through our bond, I experience his concentration, his determination to bring me pleasure. It amplifies my own sensations, creating a feedback loop of desire and satisfaction.
The pressure coils and builds inside me again, faster this time. It's like a spring winding tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any moment. My breath comes in short gasps. My heart races. I cling to Hawke, my fingers digging into his shoulders, needing an anchor in the storm of sensation.
When the release comes, it's even more intense than before. Pleasure explodes through me, a supernova of sensation that leaves me gasping and shaking.
As the waves of pleasure ebb, I open my eyes to find Hawke watching me. His gaze is intense, filled with a mixture of awe, love, and unbridled desire. Our bond hums between us.
"Good girl," he whispers in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. The praise sends a shiver down my spine, igniting a fresh wave of desire. "You were perfect. Ready for more?"
His words, combined with the heat of his body pressed against mine, make me tremble with anticipation. "Hawke," I whimper. "Yes."
He dips his head, his lips trailing a path of fire down my neck. When he reaches my chest, he grazes my nipples, one at a time, with his teeth. The sensation is electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
"Ah, Ah!" I cry out. My hands fly to his head, fingers winding deep into his silky hair. I hold him there, silently begging for more.
Hawke obliges, lavishing attention on my sensitive flesh. In one smooth motion, he aligns our bodies and presses into me. He sinks deep and fast, taking my breath away.
Oh. Fuck. Yes.
He's so big. So hard. Perfect. The stretch and fullness are exquisite, bordering on too much but never quite crossing that line.
Hawke sets a rhythm that's both torturous and divine. He thrusts slow and deep, dragging himself in and out of me at a pace that has me moaning with every movement. Each time he drives himself in all the way to the hilt, I am complete in a way I never have been before. We are two halves of a whole coming together.
Through our bond, Hawke's pleasure mingles with my own. It creates a feedback loop of sensation, each of us feeding off the other's ecstasy. The love and desire flowing between us is almost tangible, a force as real and powerful as the physical act of making love.
The pressure builds inside me once more, a crescendo of pleasure threatening to overwhelm me. The release snaps inside me, and suddenly I'm floating in a galaxy made only of pleasure. Every nerve ending in my body sings with ecstasy, and for a moment, I lose all sense of where I end and Hawke begins.
As I'm riding the crest of my climax, Hawke follows me over the edge. He drives himself deep inside me one last time, his body shuddering against mine. His groans and growls, primal and unrestrained, only drive me higher. His cock pulsing inside me, filling me completely, prolongs my own pleasure.
"Fucking perfect, sweet girl," Hawke murmurs against my skin, his voice rough with satisfaction.
We lie there, panting, tangled together. Our bodies slick with sweat and still intimately joined. I am thoroughly claimed, marked inside and out as Hawke's. But more than that, I am loved. Cherished. Protected.
I look up. Hawke’s eyes are soft now, filled with a tenderness that makes my heart swell. I reach up, tracing the line of his jaw with my fingertips.
"I love you," I whisper. "So much."
Hawke captures my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm. "And I love you, my sweet girl, my mate. More than I ever thought possible."
With gentle hands, Hawke rolls us to the side, his movements careful and deliberate so that he remains deep inside me. He tucks my body against his, the heat of his skin warming me from head to toe. His arm wraps around my back, his hand coming to rest on my butt in a gesture that's both possessive and tender.
"Sleep, my sweet, sweet girl," he murmurs, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. His voice is a low rumble, soothing and full of affection. "I'll need you again soon."
As if to emphasize his words, he twitches inside me, still intimately connected. I love it. Love being so completely connected to him.
I burrow into him, reveling in the solid strength of his body. His chest is warm against my face, rising and falling with each breath. I focus on the steady beat of his heart, letting its rhythm lull me towards sleep.
A wave of contentment and protectiveness flows into me from Hawke, soothing any lingering anxieties about the challenges we face. Here, in Hawke's arms, I am safe. I am home.
My eyes grow heavy, and I let them close. The last thing I'm aware of before sleep claims me is Hawke pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder.
"I love you, sweet girl," he whispers, his words following me into my dreams.