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He laughs sexily and helps me pull his shirt off over his head.

It barely hits the floor before I’m swept back into his arms and we’re moving down a hallway.

My body comes back to life when my back hits the mattress, Hawke’s body coming back down on top of mine, pinning me to the mattress.

He’s heavier than last time, bulkier, but I can still feel his same heated skin everywhere.

When he pulls back and our gazes clash, I tell him the only coherent thought in my mind.

“I want you, Hawke.”

He groans, his hips thrusting against me, before kissing me hard, his tongue dipping into my mouth and sucking on my own.

“You have no idea how much I want you, Emma. You’re perfect. And you’re all fucking mine.”

His hands slide up my thighs, and he pushes them farther apart. “I need to make you come again. I want you soaking and ready for me.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant around our kisses.

He breaks away, sliding down the bed, his fingers parting my folds.

His tongue delves into me, like he’s starving, consuming every drop of my arousal.

My head presses into the mattress, my fingers dig into his sheets while my body is skillfully worshipped.

Hawke’s mouth closes over my clit, while his tongue dives deeper inside my pussy.

It’s messy, raw and intense, the way he eats me hungrily.

It doesn’t take long before my body tenses, poised to shatter.

As if sensing my orgasm, Hawke bares down, sucking my clit and circling his tongue right where I need it.

I fall apart quickly, my body trembling and my muscles fluttering.

Hawke continues kissing and licking as each wave of pleasure rides out.

My mind slips and my body is shaking by the time he crawls up over me. His lips are glistening and wet, his eyes are heavy-lidded with almost a frantic glint to them.

“Are you ready for me, Em? I can’t wait any longer. I need to feel this perfect cunt wrapped around my dick,” he growls, hovering over me. I can feel the head of his cock as he slides it through my wet folds.

“You’re the only one I've done this with. I’m still of birth control too, if you want?—”

“If I want to take you bare just like the first time I made you mine?” He grips my chin, eyes darkening. I nod my head. There's a strange gleam in his eyes before he pulls me in for a hard, bruising, dirty kiss, the motion pushing the head of his dick inside me. We both gasp at the feeling.

His forehead drops to mine, both of his hands flattening onto the bed next to my head. “There’s no going back once we do this, Emmarys. I need you to know that. No running, no second-guessing how right this is. You’re mine, permanently, forever.”

His words are like a brand on my heart, and I feel protected, owned, loved, even if his words hold a scary edge to them.

“I want this, I want you,” I tell him, my leg curving up and around his hip, pushing him farther inside me.

I whimper at the fullness, the way it's better than I remembered. He is so fucking big inside me. Pleasure sparks all along my skin, my pussy squeezes him tightly, my hips meeting each thrust.

“Fuck, Em,” he groans. “I don’t think I can last long. I’ll make it up to you the next time, I promise.”

A giggle escapes my lips and my hands hold his face. “I’m close already. You feel too amazing inside me.”

“Shit.” He thrusts deeper, his motions becoming frantic. “You don’t know what you do to me. So fucking perfect. Perfect little cunt for my big dick.”

“Yes, Hawke.” I grind down on him, clutching his body in my hands. His head tilts back, his jaw tight. “Come with me.”

At my words, his eyes snap back down to mine.

I can see his teeth clench while he slams forward again, sinking deep.

His muscles flex under my fingertips, the room fills with the sounds of my cries and his groans.

I come, hard, painfully, my body waking up and embracing exactly what she has been missing.

“Fuck, Em,” Hawke rasps, his eyes closing, his mouth taking mine while he moans, driving into me hard as his hot cum fills me.

We’re both breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat, and I can feel his cum dripping from my opening and onto my thighs. I don’t move though, lost in the glow and the feel of this man. Hawke’s face nuzzles into my neck, and I feel his small panting breaths.

“You’re fucking amazing.”

My head twists to the side and our lips touch in a gentle kiss. He rolls us over, taking his weight off me, so we’re eye to eye with him still inside me.

“I missed you.”

He nods, his fingers running over my cheeks and down my chin. “You’re all I thought about. Every waking minute was spent planning to get back to you.”

“Hawke—”

“I love you, Emmarys,” he rasps, his arms pulling me closer. “I love you so much.”

Tears spring to my eyes, and he’s there quickly to wipe them away. It's on the tip of my tongue to tell him how I feel, but he covers my mouth with his hand before I can.

“Don’t give me the words yet. I need to prove myself to you more. Just don’t forget that this is how I feel. How I have always felt, even when I was gone.”

He tucks my head under his jaw and soon the soothing sounds of his heart beating against my ear and the lull of his breathing relax me. We fall asleep wrapped together, connected, finally where we were always meant to be.