Page 105 of Restless Hawke

Heat boils deep and low in my core, and I instinctively clench where his cock would normally be—and where it currently is.

He issues a low, rumbling groan. “You’re going to come for me now. It will help you relax.”

Coen adjusts his hand at my core and twists my clit between his fingers, and like a fucking stick of dynamite…Iexplode.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuck.

Pleasure courses through me, my pussy clenching, body convulsing, ass tightening around the head of his cock. He keeps moving his fingers over my clit.

Keeps working me through the orgasm as he slowly pushes his cock deeper into me.

Until it feels like he’s completely consumed me.

Until it feels like he fucking owns me.

My orgasm finally ebbs, my limbs heavy and wobbling, and I drop down onto my forearms, resting my chest against the mattress, unable to hold myself up any longer.

Coen’s arm wrapped round my waist keeps at least that half up, and he slips his hand from my clit, down to my pussy, and slides two fingers in, fucking me there as he slowly eases his cock back, then pushes it in a fraction farther than he had been.

“Christ, you’re so fucking tight, Allegra. Feels fucking good…”

I can’t help the inclination to squeeze around him in response, to tighten, but his thrusts in both places, the slow, steady rhythm he sets that allows him to push deeper with each drive of his hips, quickly relaxes me into an almost trance.

My mind slips into a hazy fog of pleasure I didn’t know existed.

I want to float in it forever.

“That’s it.” He grinds his palm against my hyper-sensitive clit as he keeps fingering me. “God, you’re so good at taking my cock in your beautiful cunt and your stunning ass. I wish you could see what you look like right now with my cock shoved up it.”

Fucking HELL.

He can’tsaythings like that to me.

It isn’tfair.

It isn’trightfor a man to be this…

Justthis.

I whimper, wishing I could see myself through his eyes, wishing I could see all the things he does that somehow allowed him to forgive me for everything I’ve done—or at least, the things he knows about.

He keeps pushing into me slowly, ensuring he won’t hurt me as he works up another orgasm so quickly after the first.

This one feels different, though.

Almost like my body is starting to unravel, ready to come apart at the seams…

My limbs feel disconnected, like I’m floating on some magical cloud of ecstasy controlled by the man fucking me so beautifully.

“Are you going to come again, Allegra?”

God, he’s so observant.

He can already tell I’m on the precipice.

That it’s so close I can almost reach out and grab it.

I nod. “Y-yes…”