Page 50 of Filthy Love

And as he strode back inside, the warmth of Gia’s house greeting them. He kept one arm tucked under her ass while he locked the door behind with the other, taking steady steps through the hallway, and up the stairs, he took the turning down to her bedroom where her arms locked tight enough to choke around his neck.

“Don’t leave me, Hawk. Not now. Please.” Her soft-spoken pleading made the cock, not doing a very good job at hiding in his pants, even harder, and a twinge of guilt attacked his chest, because her helpless desire turned him on even more. A decent man wouldn’t feel good about hearing his woman beg.

The hellwas his thinking. She wasn’t his woman.

Guilt punched him in the side of the head.

Not because of what he’d done.

But that she expected him to ditch and run.

It was the only thing she’d known him for.

He’d crossed that line. Having lived by his own rules and his own code since he was fifteen he always thought he was doing the right thing in not letting her get entangled with someone like him. He wasn’t good and nor was he decent. He’d eat her alive morning, noon and night if she let him until there was nothing left of her. He’d thought he was doing the right thing. He was either punch drunk on Gia’s pleasure, or he’d made a monumental fucking mistake.

Sandpaper dry mouth, he placed her down on her bed.

She was a goddess looking back at him.

One that made him hard as stone and had his heart galloping straight down to his belly. The taste of her filled his mouth and he searched for ways to express how fucking grateful he was she’d given that to him, she’d allowed a monster inside her perfect body.

All words that mattered failed him.

He wasn’t versed in expressing his feelings and when he saw her frown as if she anticipated him to walk out the door, he did the only thing he could to show her.

Hawk prowled across her bed, the mattress depressing dramatically under his weight, her shy grin lit him up. Pounding blood to his starved cock.

He showed Gia he was right where he wanted to be, and nothing was moving him, when he slid his two hands up her legs, widening her thighs and he bent over her again, licking from top to bottom and back again on her slick sex. She was so fucking incredible, her beauty eclipsed all.

He just wanted to mark his territory.

Claim what a dirty piece of shit like him didn’t deserve.

“You have no idea what it’s like to have a fantasy come to life.” He moved over her, sucked the delicate skin on her neck, taking starved kisses up her throat to her ear. “Gia …” more licks, this time heading south he pushed his shoulders into place, his hard cock lodged into the bed. It wasn’t about him. It was all for his Gia.

“I’m going to make you scream again. Can you handle that?”

“Oh, god.” Her whimper and body shimmer were music to his dead soul, he smiled against her pussy, licking his name one letter at a time. “Give me the words.”

“Yes.” Impatient was his little bit, when she dragged fuck out of his hair again, hooking both her legs around his shoulders. His scalp tingled with lust and love and pain. “Fuck me with your wicked mouth.”

“So wet,” lick. Suck.So, mine.

And that’s what he did. Until the sun rose, and Gia fell into an exhausted sleep and Hawk lay at her back with his mouth swollen and saturated in sweetness, he tongued his fantasy and made her come over and over. Until her screams were the only sounds he heard.

He whispered dark and carnal things into her pussy. Starved, filthy dreams he could have only seen behind his eyelids were coming true one pussy suck at a time.

He claimed it.

He made her clit his own toy by washing it with his depraved love.

The way her legs pinned his ears he was gonna be deaf tomorrow.

He didn’t care. Just kept right on licking her.

Crossing that line between them meant Hawk slept steadily for the first time in a long time.

CHAPTER TEN

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