Page 140 of Restless Hawke
Her head slowly lifts, and her eyes search mine.
“I forgive you, Allegra, but it doesn’t mean I don’t feel that I’m entitled to some revenge.”
Those stormy-gray eyes flare, and I can’t fight the grin pulling at my lips, then brace my feet and shove up into her an extra quarter of an inch I didn’t have before.
She gasps, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as it drops back.
I kiss up her neck and across her jaw until I get to her ear. “But I don’t have the willpower to do it now…”
“Oh, thank God.”
There will be plenty of time forthosegames.
The onesbothof us enjoy.
But not now.
I release my hold on her hip, allowing her to rise until only the head of my cock stays inside of her, then sink back down so slowly that the glide feels endless. “Oh, fuck…”
She rolls her hips and squeezes her cunt around me, her groan filling the space as we barrel down the street, neither of us caring about the destination or when we might get there.
It’s all irrelevant at this point.
This woman is only going one place—back home withme.
I hold her against me, clinging to her, relishing the feel of having her in my arms again. It’s only been two weeks, but it might as well have been two decades since I last tasted her, since I last felt this completeness.
It’s so wrong to want someone this much, especially when you know they’re bad for you, when you know how toxic they can be, when you know they’re willing to lie, steal, and cheat for someone as dangerous as Satriano.
But I do believe her, and I’ve forgiven her for everything that came before today.
This is our fresh start.
Our chance to really come together with nothing between us. No more lies. No more half-truths. No more games.
And as she rides me, grinding down with each upward thrust of my hips, it feels like I’m finally home. Like all these years spent wandering were all forthis.
The restlessness settles in my soul, bound to this woman who needs me as desperately as I need her. Like an anchor mooring me in a storm, she’s become the one thing that finally feels right and like it’smine.
Allegra cups my face and angles my head, kissing me with a wild abandon, like she can’t get enough, like she’s been starving since we were last together and I’m the only one who can satisfy her hunger.
And I let her take and take.
She moves frantically now, gliding up and down on me, squeezing with each retreat and clamping as she bottoms out.
My balls draw up tight.
That low tingle starting at the base of my spine.
“Fuck, Allegra.” I tug on her hair, tilting her head away from me so I can bite down on her collarbone in that same fucking spot I wanted to mark her the first time we were together.
She twitches on my cock, her whole body fluttering as she comes. Tensing, her back arches, her pussy rippling and clenching around me as her orgasm slams into her.
The drag and pull of her pussy walls finally unleashes my release, and I groan, burying my face against her damp skin as I come deep inside her.
And it simultaneously feels like finally letting go and finally finding the one thing I’ve been looking for my entire life.
Allegra collapses, her entire weight settled against my chest, my cock still embedding inside her. Every warm flutter of her breath against my skin makes me twitch and cling to her even tighter.
