Page 75 of Pretty Vile

A man who carefully conceals all of his broken pieces but deserves to have someone patch them up and promise to keep them safe. I want to be that person. Iamthat person, and I’ll guard his heart with my life until my dying breath and beyond. For I know he’ll do the same for me.

Trailing a finger from the dip at the base of my neck along my collarbone and shoulder, then between the valley of my breasts, Hawk murmurs, "Do you have any idea what you are doing to me?"

My chest is already heaving, and he’s barely touched me. “Only the same thing you’re doing to me,” I reply breathlessly.

His eyes dart up to meet mine, his finger stalling along the lining of my bra. I hold his gaze as he searches deep into my eyes, confirming the truth of my words.

In a swift motion, his hand wraps around the front of my neck, pulling my face to his. His breath fans my lips. "I hope you mean that, Sparrow, because you’ve made me fall in love with you."

“I’m falling with you,” I assure him in a breathless rasp. “We can hit the ground together.”

His thumb strokes over my pulse point. “Or maybe we’ll grow wings and fly.”

His lips slam against mine. Bruising. Demanding. Desperate.

“You better not have washed my cum off this morning,” he growls, our moment of sweetness replaced with pure carnal need.

“No,” I pant. Hawk’s hands roam my body, somehow managing to be everywhere at once, and yet it still isn’t enough.

I arch into him, and he cups my breasts with his large hands, squeezing and kneading the skin. “This sexy little outfit is driving me mad,” he rumbles, staring hungrily at my breasts as he rubs the soft leather fabric above my nipples.

"Wait till you get to the panties," I say seductively. I lie back on the table, resting on my elbows. I kick off my heels and bring my feet up, opening myself wholly to him.

Hawk’s gaze burns a path down my torso, flaring with lust when he spots the zipper. Crouching between my spread thighs, he places his palms against them and pushes my legs further apart. His tongue flicks out to run along his lower lip while he reaches out and pulls down the zipper one achingly slow tooth at a time.

The clang of metal breaking mingles with the heavy rasp of my breaths. I can’t look away from Hawk’s enraptured expression as he slowly exposes me.

“I can feel your arousal through the zipper,” he states smugly, smirking at me before returning his attention to the task at hand. “Mmm, do you smell that? Is all of that wetness for me, Sparrow?”

“Yes,” I pant, biting back the demand for him to stop fucking watching and touch me. My skin is on fire, and if he doesn’t do something about it really damn soon, I’m going to combust.

My hips rock, desperate for relief.

“Need something, baby?” he purrs cockily,stillnot giving me what I’m silently demanding.

“Please,” I plead.

“Please, what? Gotta use your words, Little Sparrow.”

I groan, my head falling back as my hips grind against thin air.

“Hawk,” I whine.

“Not until I hear the words,” he teases.

“Jesus Christ, just fucking touch me already, will ya?”

His grin belongs to the devil—filled with wicked promises and filthy intent.

"It would be my pleasure." Staring me straight in the eyes, he leans in and licks me from slit to clit. I instantly go boneless, a pleasurable sigh escaping my lips.

“Is that what you wanted?”

“Yes,” I moan. “More. Please.”

“Only because you asked so nicely.”

Unable to hold back anymore, Hawk’s hands wrap around my thighs as he buries his nose in my pussy and fucking devours me. His tongue circles my clit before sinking into my tight channel, back and forth, until I’m coming apart at the seams.

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