Page 133 of Filthy Love

This was what he needed. Only this, only her. The demons of the past got lost in the fog of how good he felt when he started to pump into her.

Gia avoided his lips the minute he leaned down to kiss her. His brow creased.

“Gia…” He coaxed softly. “I won’t allow you to close me out, not when I’m rammed ten inches deep inside ecstasy. Not when you made this happen, little bit,yousigned yourself over to me. Open your eyes and see the man who wants everything.” With a motion gentler than he thought possible when she was trying to push him free he leaned his whole weight on top of her body. “You don’t get to take back myeverything. You gave me this pussy. It’s mine now.You’remine now.”

“Yours?” She scoffed, lifting her hips into the slams, nails gouged out his forearms and she made the sweetest sounds he’d ever heard. Her eyes blazing how angry she was even though her body was ready to come. “I’m only yours in private.”

“Shut that ripe, gorgeous little dick-teasing mouth, Gia, before I shut it for you.”

When he slammed into her he muttered the vilest curse against her cheek, he was seeing deities and the fucking devil all at once and he didn’t believe in any of them. Like he'd lost all sense of reality and was acting out the deepest of his hidden fantasies like a man possessed, he was death row, and this was his last meal.

He loved her so fucking much it broke his brain until he couldn't think anymore, just act on his depravity he'd tucked away, just feel she’d said.

She was his catnip, his opiate, his reason for everything.

And he fucked her. And hefuckedher.

The longest strokes.

The deepest, hardest strokes.

She bowed her back, clawed him raw, feeding her pussy to him, his little bit groaned his name so loud it sounded like music and he pumped her even harder, unable to stop.

All he could hear was her chants.Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, Hawk. He couldn’t ignore the slow throb in groin, all the blood in his body sluggish as it traveled there, his dick demanded it all as he grew harder inside her.

There came a time when he had to accept the situation he was in.

There was no putting Gia back in the box he’d always had her in. He had to trust in what she said, thathewas it for her.

For fucks sake, he was falling down the black hole of love with no exit in sight.

As their climaxes crested, her cries ringing like hot harmony in his ears, he buried his face in her throat, kissing her hammering pulse.

Hawk's orgasm paralyzed him.

He didn’t rail it into her.

He pushed deep, and as his release started, rather than thrust his come into her, he simply remained motionless and filled his little bit.

“You’re mine and I fucking belong to you to do with what you want any time you want. I’m a Gia branded motherfucker.”

Her laugh reached right down into his damaged heart that even when his phone vibrated ten more times that night he didn’t feel so sick inside.

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An immoderate time later, a sex worn Gia sprawled on top of Hawk, purring as she played her fingers in his chest hair. “What if I can’t make you happy?” He asked softly...almost anguished.

The fingers going up and down her naked spine didn’t cease their travels. Good thing she was sex sated or she might have overreacted at Hawk’s question. Instead she circled around his nipple until it puckered. “Are you going to beat me?”

His head reared. Nostrils flared. “Fuck no.”

Gia patted him to make him relax. “Will you be verbally cruel?”

Calmer this time, as if he knew where she was going with this. He shook his messy head and grunted. “No.”

“Will you give me all your attention because I’m a spoiled brat and will want it?” Something like relief and hope flickered through those gorgeous eyes. She smiled, curling deeper into Hawk’s chest. Lust flickered in the banks of his gaze.

He didn’t realize what a simple man he was to make happy if only he’d let her.

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