Page 127 of Cryptic Curse

Slowly, he makes his way down my body, planting soft kisses over my stomach and hips.He looks up at me with a reassuring smile, his eyes asking for my consent.

I nod.

His touch is delicate but confident.It’s clear he’s done this before, but not like those men who used me.Hawk is different.Every movement of his is for my enjoyment just as much as his own.

I gasp at the sensation, gripping onto the sheets beneath us.His touch sets my whole body aflame as he navigates his way around me expertly.

“Hawk,” I breathe out in a moan, arching into his touch.He looks up at me once more, his eyes full of desire and admiration.

“You okay?”he asks in a husky whisper.

“More than okay.”

Each movement is thoughtful, every kiss and touch designed to elicit pleasure.He slides his fingers between my legs, following with his tongue.

Oh, God…

I arch, grasp the linens, cry out, as he sucks at me.First gently.Then not so gently, like he’s feasting on me.

I’m so close.So close to where I was last night, when?—

He stops.

Looks up at me from between my legs, his chin glistening.

“Hawk, please…”

“Oh, baby.Don’t you worry.But I’ve got to get inside you.”

He moves from the bed, slides on a condom, and then…

He thrusts into me.

I gasp.

He’s large.So large.But I’m wet and ready, and it’s nothing like the painful invasions of my past.It’s slow and gentle, filled with the kind of warmth and kindness I never thought I’d associate with this act.

Hawk takes his time, building a steady rhythm that has me gasping in pleasure.His eyes are locked on mine, filled with an intensity and devotion that takes my breath away.I wrap my legs around him, urging him deeper.His movements become more urgent, more passionate.

He quickens his pace, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting…

Until I gasp as an orgasm rips through me.

“That’s it, baby.Come for me.”

His words spur me further into the climax.

I never imagined it could feel like this.Like I’m complete.

That I want him inside me.

And God, I do.

As my climax rolls away, another takes its place.

Another.

Another, another, another…