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“Hawke,” I plead with him, for what I’m not sure. But he hears the whimpered pain in my tone.
“Sweetheart,” he groans, his forehead resting against mine while he breathes me in, his hands cupping my face. “I’ve fucking missed you. I’ll go slow for you, to give your mind time to catch up to what your heart already knows. I can do that, butknow this, Emmarys, you are mine. I love you with every fiber of my being, and I’m never leaving you again. I fought to get back to you, and some stupid request you have for closure and space won’t ruin that.”
My willpower slips and Hawke uses that moment to take my lips with his, his kiss turning aggressive, his tongue slipping into my mouth, tasting me. My body sways, and my hands reach out, gripping his shoulders tightly. He groans into my mouth from the contact and that noise vibrates throughout my entire body. I feel awakened as one of his hands moves to tangle in my hair, the other sliding down my side, gripping my waist and bringing my body against his. There is heat everywhere we touch.
“Fuck,” he growls. “You taste even better than I remember. I used to get off on the memories I had while we were apart, but nothing I remembered does your taste justice now.”
“Hawke.” His name is a plea on my lips, my body swaying into his, wanting him tighter around me.
Sensing what I need, his hand runs between us, over my stomach and under the waistband of my jeans. His lips slid down my neck, licking and biting the sensitive skin until I’m shaking in his grip. “You owe me dinner, sweets.”
I tilt my head back, our eyes catching, and my body heats seeing how wide his pupils are. He grins at me before running his lips against mine again, taking my bottom lip between his teeth and biting lightly. Instinctively my body pushes into him.
“Emma, are you going to be a good girl and let me eat your perfect pussy right here?”
I moan in response, never being this turned on before in my life, and not remembering Hawke being this demanding. “Please.”
“Please what, sugar?” he presses between kisses, his hand coming down between us, massaging my breast and swallowingmy whimpers when he pinches my nipple through my sweatshirt and bra.
“Please, I want you,” I gasp as both his hands slid under my shirt, running against my bare skin before lifting it off and over my head.
“Even more beautiful than I remember,” he rasps, and with a small tug, my bra unsnaps, and my breasts tumble free. Shivers instantly dance across my exposed skin in the cool air of the library, only warming as Hawke lifts and squeezes them in his palms, his thumbs softly rolling my nipples into achy peaks. Heat spreads to my core and another wave of pleasure hits between my thighs. I am half undressed in a public area and yet all I can think about is how I would die if he stopped right now.
My fingers tangle in Hawke’s blond locks, when I direct his mouth to where I want him most. He hums in approval before bending low, gathering his hands under my ass and lifting me, bringing his mouth level to my chest. He licks a long line between my breasts, nuzzling against the soft flesh before closing his lips around my nipple, sucking and biting the tip. I gasp and my hips push against him. He groans before switching sides and giving my other nipple the same, delicious torture.
I can feel pleasure pulsing between my legs while my hips start thrusting slowly against his length, rubbing myself against him through the layers of my jeans and his sweatpants. With a deep growl tearing from his throat, he releases my nipple, setting my feet back on the ground before dropping to his knees. He stares up at me, the green in his eyes glittering with triumph while his fingers undo the button on my pants, pulling down the zipper, hooking two fingers on the sides, and tearing them down my legs. I know what he sees instantly. My panties soaked, for him.
“Yes. fucking yes,” he murmurs, leaning in and running his tongue across the wet material. My knees shake.
“Hawke.” One of my hands twists back into his hair, the other holding onto the shelf behind me. He glances up at me. “I just...I—-no one else. Besides you.” I don’t know why I feel the need to reassure him that Jax and I never became this intimate, especially since I don’t want to know about Hawke’s experiences.
His eyes soften and then the next second they’re gleaming, the heat in his gaze running over my body as he takes me in. “Tell me you know why that is, Emmarys.”
“I—-”
He slips my panties down, his fingers trailing over the skin on my legs and thighs. “Tell me that you know, sweets,” he demands again before leaning in, his tongue licking up my slit.
“I’m yours,” I gasp out the words as they're torn from my soul, my back arching into the bookcase.
Hawke reaches up, his hand cupping my jaw, and brings my eyes back to his. My eyes widen from the intensity of his gaze. “There’s never been anyone but you, Em.”
I inhale sharply at his words, from the truth that's etched over his face. I’m equal parts relieved and thankful. His hands move to my hips before he grabs my leg, pulling it over his shoulder so I’m open to him.
“You are mine, Emma. Only ever you.” He sounds almost half-crazed while licking up my slit to my clit and curling it slowly, before sucking it into his mouth.
My hand comes up to my mouth, holding in the cries and pleas from echoing around us as he thrusts two fingers in and out, his tongue sucking and feasting on my clit. My legs shake and my hands grip anything I can hold onto. The ledge, his hair, all the while my hips rock against his face. Hawke consumes me like his last meal on earth, like he’s been waiting to taste me again for years.
“Oh, fuck, Hawke,” I moan, keeping my voice low, and feel his lips smile against me.
Knowing exactly what I need, he curls his fingers rubbing against that magical spot. My knees almost buckle when he sucks my clit even harder. “That's it, sweetheart. Give it to me. Show me how much you missed me.”
Everything inside my core tightens, and Hawke uses his fingers and his tongue to push me into my orgasm. It tears through me, pleasure and pain, waves of sparks while my pussy clenches around his fingers, drenching his tongue and face. Hawke keeps me filled until each ripple fades. My legs give out, and he catches me, holding my body to his, helping me to stand on my own as he slowly gets back on his feet.
I’m too dazed to even respond while Hawke guides my feet back into my jeans and shimmies them up my legs, zipping and buttoning them back up. By the time he hands me my bra and shirt, I’m a little more coherent, and suddenly the enormity of what we did settles on me. And where we did it. We could have been caught. Anyone could have wandered this way into the library and seen us.
My face flushes and panic claws its way up my throat. “Hawke, we shouldn't have done that. I have to go now.”
I go to move around him, but he grabs my arm, pulling me back into him. “Emmarys, I would never let anything hurt you. You think I would let you be that vulnerable, let anyone see what's mine?”
