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Her eyes widen, and her teeth worry her bottom lip, yet she starts taking off her sweater.

Her fingers fumble with the first couple buttons.

She’s determined though. She likes what I said to her, what I called her.

I can see the emotions she feels for me with the stubborn tilt of her chin, when her fingers hook in the waistband of her sweatpants and those too fall to the ground.

Want. Need. Love. This girl wears it all for me and I can’t take my eyes off of every inch of skin she unveils.

My own hands go to my clothes and as I lift my shirt off over my head, revealing all the tattoos that she loves, Emmarys’s eyes turn dark and hungry.

My chest tightens as I watch her move faster, until she’s completely naked before me, trusting me.

She believes in us and I can finally see that all her walls are down.

Her heart is open to me completely and I vow to never cause her any reason to doubt us ever again.

I step back and reach for the button on my jeans. I lower the zipper, pulling out my cock, already thick, hard, and leaking at the tip just for her. I give myself a few strokes with my hand, watching as her eyes flare, and her thighs press together.

“Hawke,” she says my name, and the needy tone in her voice is my undoing.

Stalking across the room, I’m on her in three strides, my hand grasping her jaw, while the other lands on her tight, thick ass, pulling her body into mine.

She gasps and my mouth lands on hers. Her lips and tongue meet my demanding strokes, her hands grip my shoulders.

She kisses me back like I’m her air, her body moving against mine like she’s trying to climb me.

Groaning, I let go of her jaw and use both hands to pick her body up against mine.

She moans at the contact of her tits brushing my chest, her nipples already hard, aching for my mouth.

I walk us to the bed, her pussy hovering right over my cock, and with every step, the tip brushes against her sensitive clit.

“Oh my God, Hawke,” she moans and her body writhes in my arms, searching for more. I grin and kiss her exposed neck.

“Does that feel good, sugar? Do you want my cock deep inside this pussy?”

She nods, her arms holding on tighter to my shoulders, her eyes meeting mine and she’s biting that plump bottom lip again. “Yes. I need you. Please.”

I groan as she begs me to fuck her, needing to feel her hot silk wrapped around me, choking my cock.

Dropping her back to the bed, I use my legs to push us up the mattress, bringing my cock against her pussy, stroking it.

Emmarys cries out, her nails digging into my back as she holds on to me.

Her legs lock around my hips. I can feel how wet she is already, my cock stroking through her folds.

“I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside you, making you mine, putting my cum so deep inside you that it seeps out for days.”

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she chants, her hand moving between us. She grasps my cock and pumps it once, twice, before lining the head up with her opening. She tilts her hips up, pushing the tip farther inside. “Hawke, you feel so good. I need you inside me.”

One of my hands fists her hair, bringing her gaze to mine.

I make her look at me as I push all the way inside her body, her pussy latching onto me, gripping my shaft tightly.

The golden hue of her eyes darkens until they’re whiskey brown.

But it’s the emotion I see in them that makes my heart thud hard, painfully.

Love. Trust. Need. Everything I see in her I pour back into her.

I give her all of me, including the dark, dangerous and possessive thoughts I have running through my mind when it comes to Emmarys.

Her lips part as I start thrusting, long, deep, hard.

Her tits bounce, from the force, and her legs tighten around me.

She cries out when I thrust in deeper than ever before, my cock fucking her hard.

I’m on a mission to make sure she feels me every time she moves tomorrow.

Her nails scratch down my back and the moans and sighs that leave her mouth spur me on.

I keep pounding into her, loving the way her pussy flutters around me and how the sounds of our skin slapping against each other echoes in the room.

I need it. I fucking love it. For the rest of my life, I want Emmarys under me, taking everything I give her.

“You feel amazing, Em. You’re so fucking beautiful, screaming for me, taking my dick like such a good girl. Your pussy loves it, Emmarys. Look how greedy she looks, gripping me like you never want me to leave.”

Her hips slam against mine, fucking me back. “You can’t leave, Hawke. You’re mine.”

“And you’re mine, sugar. I’m going to make it so you can never escape me, Em. Would you like that? If I keep you forever, marking you, marrying you, putting my baby inside of you?”

She moans louder, and her back arches, thrusting her tits up at me, and I grip them, squeezing, rolling her nipples between my fingers.

“I think you like that, Em. I think you want to wear my name, my ring, and someday let me knock you up,” I groan, leaning back far enough to watch myself screw her harder.

“Yes,” she pants, her eyes turning glassy while she meets me thrust for thrust, her pussy getting wetter with everything I say to her.

“So perfect for me, Emmarys. I want you to come now, sweetheart. I want to feel your pretty cunt coming around me,” I growl against the skin on her neck, my lips and teeth biting and sucking.

She comes hard, her orgasm wringing a cry from her throat, throwing her head back, as her nails pierce my skin. The tight vise grip of her pussy on my dick brings me to my own release and I finish deep inside her, her name on my lips.

We’re both breathing hard, sweat covering our bodies.

I sink onto the mattress beside her and roll her body so she’s sprawled on top of me.

There is no one like Emmarys Lawson. My hands caress her curves, running over her sculpted muscles forged by years of time on the ice.

She’s perfect. She is my everything. I would do anything for her, and do anything to have her.

“I love you,” I tell her.

She lifts her head, our eyes locking. “I love you too, Hawke.”

My heart thuds in my chest, finally feeling whole for the first time in days.

“You believed me, you trusted us. I’m so proud of you and the way you handled things. You’re strong, and sweet, and everything I need,” I tell her, the praise in my voice evident.

Emmarys watches me, her hand tracing over the tattoos on my skin, her lips ghosting over each of them. All of them are an ode to her and our relationship.

“I was scared at first. But I knew deep down in my soul that the man who fought to get here, wasn’t going to ruin his chance.

I knew you loved me and the depth of that love after everything we’ve been through.

I was angry at that woman and your old team, and that asshat Anthony.

I wasn’t going to let them get away with hurting what was mine,” she replies, her words measured, strong and carrying so much love.

“You’re incredible,” I murmur, my hands running through her hair, grasping her face and pulling her up my body to kiss her.

We get cleaned up and I grab her a glass of water from downstairs.

Now is the time. I can feel it. Emmarys is mine.

She flat out admitted she would cross lines to protect me.

I would already do anything for her, to keep her.

I would die for her, even kill for her. We have years ahead of us, a lifetime, and I am going to make sure she is with me forever.

Once we settle into bed, I hand her the glass of water and she drinks it all. Trusting me, she falls asleep on my chest. I wait until her breaths evened out. Wait until her body is heavy on mine before grabbing my phone.

ME: Ready.