Page 59 of Restless Hawke

Chuckling, I press my thumb into her clit, and she groans, her eyes closing, forehead dropping against mine. “He has nothing to do with what’s happening right now, Allegra. Now, tell me you want my cock…”

She whimpers, reluctant to do just that.

Already, I’ve put her in the submissive position, somewhere she is not used to being. Making her say it is asking too much. But I need it all the same.

“Tell. Me.”

I push harder.

She drags her head back, locking her gaze with mine. “I want all of you, Coen Hawke.”

Fucking Christ…

She grasps my cock and strokes it in one long motion, her thumb brushing over the pre-cum leaking from the head, making my finger move across her clit in response.

A little strangled sound slips from her lips as she guides my cock straight to her core. The blistering heat and wetness engulf the tip, making me grit my teeth, my body tensing against the desire to drive straight into her.

“You think I’m going to fuck you without a condom?”

Her gaze holds mine. “I don’t playthosegames. I’m on birth control, and I’ve been tested.”

“Me, too.”

Thank fuck.

Because I want to feel all of her…

The rippling of her cunt as she comes with nothing between us.

No barriers, no games, just this.

And that’s all the convincing I need to shove into her in one long, hard thrust.

It rocks her back onto the bar, and one of the tumblers falls off the edge and shatters on the floor. Glass shards scatter across the marble, pieces sliding under the furniture, but I don’t care.

I know exactly how much those cost us to put in this penthouse, but it’s a small price to pay for the feeling of her hot, wet core clenching around me.

“Fuck…”

It comes out more growl than word, and I bury my face against her neck, dragging my hips back to plunge into her again.

One of her hands finds my nape, the other tightening around the counter to try to keep herself steady as I pound into her.

Each thrust drives her back until she’s pressed to the wall.

I grasp her thighs and spread them wider, dragging her forward to the edge so I can grind into her, against her clit, giving her the friction she needs while I get deeper and deeper inside her, bottoming out with each thrust.

Her nails bite into my neck.

Glass rattles as another crystal tumbler inches toward the edge with each slam of my hips. Her hand snaps out and pushes it back, and I chuckle against her damp skin, kissing my way back to that spot on her collarbone I sank my teeth into earlier.

I lave my tongue across the indentations, and her pussy clenches in response, rippling, her hips driving to meet mine.

Allegra enjoys a little pain with her pleasure.

That will certainly keep things interesting.

Her entire body is primed.