Page 96 of Hawke

I relished the praise, a sick part of me wanting more of it. I never needed it before, but when I was sitting here, riding my boyfriend’s cock, no, my mate’s cock, I wanted more of it.

Hawke must have seen a twinkle, a spark in my eye once the words left his lips because he smirked and jerked his hips upwards to meet my thrusts. “That’s it, baby, gods, you take my cock so damn good.”

I moaned, my breasts feeling heavier by the minute. Could it be possible they were growing? I wouldn’t doubt it with this supernatural crap going on, but sensing my distress, Hawke cupped one of them while keeping a firm grip on my hip.

“Fuck yes, Dede, just like that. Ride me. Your pussy grips me like a vice.”

I groaned, my head doing its best not to bounce around like a rag doll. Hawke snarled, his hip thrusts becoming more frantic. “Want me to take over?” He spoke in a hoarse, rumbling tone.

I couldn’t speak, only a whimper escaped. I wasn’t weak. I wanted to prove myself, but how could I convey that when I could feel so much?

Emotions, both his and mine, collided like one raging fire tornado and one winter hurricane. I felt his love, his desire, his fear, his excitement, his love, but most of all his lust. He wanted to be rough with me, but the fear he would scare or hurt me over rode it.

I wanted to give him everything, but my fear of not being adequate enough stood in the way. I wasn’t being fast enough for his liking.

Hawke paused his thrusts, gently laying me on the sheets as his shaft twitched inside me. He stared into my eyes with a fire burning brightly inside them.

“You are my everything. You are more than adequate, my mate.”

I gasped, the sound echoing in the room as I felt his heart beat against my chest.

“You are more than anything I could ever imagine, more than I ever deserve. I know you’re overwhelmed. I only want to give you pleasure from now until the end of time if I have to.”

“It‘s just so much right now, I want to be in charge—”

Hawke‘s laughter was like a thunderclap, resonating throughout the room. “The only time you will ever be in charge is when I let you, and even then, will you ever be in charge?” He nipped at my lip. “Now let me take your worries away, my sweet girl. Your body is changing. It was selfish of me to expect you to ride my cock as your body is experiencing its first heat.”

Hawke tenderly rocked his hips, touching each part of me. His kisses ran down my neck, but the fire still burned in the pit of my stomach. I wanted more.

“More,” I whispered. “I need more.”

Hawke‘s teeth were bared in determination, his movements becoming more and more frenzied.

“Thank fuck, because I need to be rough.”

Hawke pulled from my body, flipping me over. I raised to my knees, pushing my ass in the air. He growled in appreciation and pulled my hips toward his massive erection. It didn’t take long for him to push into my weeping core, his knot continuing to slap into my ass.

“Yes! Oh, more!” I cried out, gripping the headboard.

Hawke gripped one of my hips while his other hand wrapped around my hair, pulling it until I leaned back and could stare into his eyes.

“My mate looks so beautifully taking my cock. Fuck, Delilah, you do not know how long I’ve wanted to fuck you like this. Those pouty lips, this perfect ass. Fuck.”

I cried out as an orgasm washed over me. It dulled the searing fire of pain. Hawke shortly roared when his orgasm took over, and his grip tightened in my hair.

As I felt spurts of his come jetting inside me, I felt an emotion I had buried deep inside and had buried so deep I never thought it would see the light of day.

Hawke must have felt it, he had to, because he released himself from me. He didn’t implant his knot this time, instead he fell to the side and pulled me into his embrace.

My sweet mate. He cupped my cheek, and my tears fell. “Are you still in pain? I’m ready to go again. I’m always ready,” he chuckled. “I’ve got more seed, and I can go all day and night.”

I shook my head, the salty taste of tears on my lips.

His eyes softened, and he kissed my forehead, my cheeks, and my lips until I composed myself. “I just love you. I didn’t want to tell you because I was afraid—”

“I would leave,” Hawke interrupted.

I nodded.

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