Page 95 of Filthy Love

She was so angry with him.

And that’s all it took. A few well-placed suggestive words, he took over.

Where Gia had been rocking against him, he let her drop a few inches locking her in place to his groin. A perfect fit.

He was hard, and it made the cushion of her softness all the better until her eyes hazed over with the feeling she couldn’t quite grasp out of reach.

And he began to thrust between her spread legs.

Oh, god. Oh, god.Oh, god.

The notoriously controlled and standoffish man turned in a primal being with a single focus of nailing her to the wall through two layers of clothes.

It was impossible not to feel how intense he’d become in only seconds. His kisses were a possessive claiming, something of her dreams and they robbed her of oxygen she couldn’t find in her to care about.

This was all she wanted.

Two animals perfectly in sync.

“Why can’t you see how good we’d be together?” She moaned tasting his need.

It was impossible to believe he could deny something that felt this good.

She could crush every argument and still Hawk would walk away from her.

Though his hunger fueled hers, she feared before long he’d walk away.

But he wasn’t right now.

Not when her fingers buried in the back of his hair making sure his lips didn’t leave hers.

Not when he strode down the long hallway with her held against his chest.

And he wasn’t walking away when he fell onto the couch with her.

Crushed, her body was drunk on him.

She easily opened her legs, wanting Hawk to move aside her shorts and fuck her crazy.

Fuck her in all the ways she’d waited for.

Suddenly the monotony of her life was screaming in full color beneath his hardness squashing her as he rocked and pushed into the cradle of her thighs with no purpose she could tell other than to cause her brain to explode from the delicious friction. She gripped the back of his shirt, feeling every sensation under the sun as his tongue made itself at home in her mouth.

He tasted amazing. And every atom wailed and scratched at the insides of her bones feeling more alive than she had in a long time.

He was a perfect kisser.Oh, god. He was perfect.

When their mouths parted it was like time stood still.

Ragged, untimed breaths became a song of sorts in the echoed room.

Hawk’s eyes glinted. He appeared to be searching her face, so she lifted a hand, cupped his jaw and pulled him into her space.

An inch separated them. And she told him. “I want you,” she felt utterly reckless. Beautifully alive with every nerve ending on high alert for his touch which came a second later when he rolled a thumb across her lower lip, dragging it down, he dipped inside her wet mouth and the motion was obscene when he stroked her teeth and then her tongue. She grasped on tight and sucked that thumb as though she had something else in her mouth.

He growled and pushed down with his hips.

“Did you hear what I said?” It was like watching an athlete being the best at his sport. The subtle shifts of Hawk’s body were nothing short of excellence. How his exposed collarbone protruded off his torso and his forearm muscles clenched. He’d always given her the sense he was a man who took what he wanted and fuck the rules of morality.

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