Page 65 of Hammer

“Bedroom,” he growled, the word vibrating against my throat where his mouth had moved to taste my skin.

“Too far,” I answered, tugging him toward the living room instead.“Couch.”

He didn’t argue, his hands steady on my hips as we moved together, unwilling to break contact even to walk across the house.When my legs hit the couch, he paused, pulling back just enough to search my face in the dim light.

“You sure about this?”he asked, his voice rough with desire but his eyes serious.“About me?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I told him honestly.

Something vulnerable flickered across his face.“I’m not a young man,” he said, the admission clearly costing him.“It’s been a while.Might not be what you’re --”

I silenced him with a kiss, pouring everything I felt into it -- desire, yes, but also trust, gratitude, and something deeper that neither of us was ready to name.“I don’t want a young man,” I whispered against his lips.“I want you.Just you.”

The last of his hesitation dissolved at my words.His hands found the hem of my shirt, sliding beneath to touch bare skin with a reverence that made me tremble.I tugged at his shirt in return, needing to feel him, all of him, against me.

When he lowered me to the couch, his body covering mine, I felt protected rather than trapped, desired rather than owned.The difference was monumental.

“Tell me what you need,” he murmured against my neck, his beard creating delicious friction against my sensitive skin.

“Just this,” I answered, guiding his hand where I wanted it.“Just you.”

Hammer explored my body, pressing against my skin with a possessive force that ignited fires within me.His fingers traced the outline of my breasts, teasing my nipples until they hardened into tight peaks.Then he swiftly pulled my shirt over my head, and unclasped my bra, as if he couldn’t wait another moment to see more of me.

His lips were soft and his breath hot as they whispered against my sensitive skin before enveloping one erect nipple with his warm mouth.His teeth scraped gently against it, sending shivers down my spine.

I arched my back in response, moaning softly as he continued to worship my body.My fingers dug into his hair, urging him closer even as I felt myself growing wetter for him.When he finally switched to the other nipple, drawing it between his teeth and tugging gently, I thought I might explode.

“Please,” I gasped out, my voice husky with desire.“Take me.”

He stood and quickly removed his clothes.I watched him hungrily as I struggled to remove my own jeans and panties.He covered my body with his, his eyes burning with a fierce intent that made my heart race.Without another word, he positioned himself at the entrance of my pussy and pushed inside with one powerful thrust.I cried out at the thickness of him filling me completely, feeling both stretched and fulfilled in ways I never knew possible.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned, pumping into me slowly but surely.“So fucking hot.”

I couldn’t form coherent thoughts anymore, lost in the sensation of being claimed by him.My body rocked against his, meeting each of his thrusts with feverish eagerness.When he reached down to play with my clit, I came undone with a muffled scream, as I slapped my hand over my mouth to silence the noise.The force of it surprised both of us, my muscles clenching around him as waves of pleasure washed over me.

“Oh God,” I moaned, barely able to catch my breath.“Don’t stop.”

And he didn’t.He continued to pound into me, our hips slapping together in rhythm as he relentlessly brought us both closer to the edge once more.His rough hands roamed my body.The taste of him was on my tongue, and I wanted more -- more of this incredible connection, more of his dominance that left me aching and yearning for more.

“Look at me,” he growled, pulling out almost entirely before pushing back in with renewed force.“Admit it -- you belong to me.”

The words were ugly in some ways, yet they held an irresistible power that made me shiver with need.“Yes,” I whispered back, meeting his gaze unflinchingly.“I belong to you.”

He grunted, and after a few more strokes, I felt the heat of his release inside me.He closed his eyes and tipped his head back, pure bliss etched on his features.When he pulled out, he quickly lifted me into his arms and carried me to our bedroom, where he shut and locked the door.

“I thought you said I’d be disappointed, that you probably wouldn’t be able to get it up,” I said, teasing him a little.

He looked down at me.“I didn’t lie.I think I was just more turned-on than I realized.”

I smiled up at him softly.“Hammer, if it gets any better than that, the pleasure may kill me.It was perfect.Better than anything I’ve experienced before.”

He eased me onto the bed and followed me down, tugging me against him.I traced idle patterns across his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my fingertips.His arm held me close, protective even in this moment of vulnerability.

“I felt more with you just now than I ever did with him in all those years,” I confessed, the words slipping out in the safe darkness between us.

Hammer’s arm tightened around me, his lips pressing against my forehead.“You deserve more.”

I lifted my head to look at him.“So do you.More than a wife who came with a ready-made crisis and teenage boys.”

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