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A tear slides down my cheek as he uses my hips to pull me closer to his body. His mouth pries mine open and his tongue clashes against mine.

I meet his ravenous strokes with my own. He groans with a ferocity that I feel straight to my soul.

I want to cry with gratitude. With love. With everything I lost all these years.

Hawk is kissing me again.

And it’s not just any kiss, it’s a claiming and a promise. Something tells me he’ll never let me go now, and although that should scare me, I mold myself closer into him and grab his nape.

Still clutching me by the hip, his other hand wraps possessively around my back.

He groans into my mouth. I whimper in his while threading my fingers through his hair.

We kiss for what seems like forever. Like we’re teenagers starving for each other’s air. We kiss until my lips are swollen and my head swims from the lack of oxygen. We kiss until I’m ready to die kissing him.

When he pulls away, my mouth grieves the loss. Both of us pant, inhaling and exhaling each other. I suck in stuttering, needy breaths as I stare at his hypnotising turquoise eyes.

I dreamt about kissing him for years and now, I don’t want to stop.

“Hug?” I lean in, but he stops me by his harsh stare.

“If this is a game, then I swear, I’ll get us both fucking killed.”

I smile, remembering my similar thoughts just now. “I’m fine with that.”

And my lips are back on his. Hawk pulls my hair free until the red waves cascade down my shoulders. His other hand snakes up my thigh underneath the dress. I moan against his lips when he reaches my knickers and pushes them aside. His calloused fingers find my slick core and rubs so sensually, but also so possessively as if he’s staking his claim all over again.

I fumble with his shorts until I free his proud, thick cock. I don’t stop kissing him while I try to bring him close to where I need him the most.

His hardness pokes at my entrance, but he doesn’t remove his fingers from my slick core.

“You’re mine, Hellion.” He releases my lips and cages my chin between his thumb and forefinger so I’m staring into those deep, affectionate albeit dark eyes. “You’re fucking mine.”

“Yes, yours, Hawk. Only yours.” I breathe, and I’m not saying it just so he’d get inside me. I’m saying it because I’ve been his since that day I was thrown into The Pit.

I’ve been his since these deep turquoise eyes trapped me in with no way out.

I don’t even see other men. I never did and never will.

No one is Hawk for me. Absolutely no one.

“And you’ll always be.” He removes his fingers and I swear he thickened even more as he thrusts inside in one go.

I’m ready, more than ready, but as I take him all in, it’s like being stretched open. The pain intertwines with the pleasure so closely, I whimper and moan at the same time.

He swallows the sound with a passionate, all consuming kiss that robs my breath away. I wrap my arms around his shoulder and ride him — or try to anyway. Even though I’m on top, Hawk thrusts in me from below with a controlled urgency. My walls clench and zaps of pleasure consumes my body.

His hands grab hold of my off-shoulder dress and yanks it down so my breasts spill free. He releases my mouth with a wicked smirk and maneuvers me up so my hardened nipple is in his face. He takes the sensitive pink peak in his mouth, lapping at it with his hot, wet tongue. He pinches the other one between two fingers while his free hand keeps my hip down for his maddened pace.

I’m delirious, not knowing what types of sounds I’m making. I momentarily forget he’s injured or that I cried my eyes out not long ago thinking he was dead.

Hawk is all over me, pounding harder and sucking faster. His thrusts slam inside me with a force that cripples me. His arms surrounds me in a steel-like cage as he releases my sensitive nipple with a pop. His lips bruise mine in a shattering kiss.

My walls clench around him and I come on a hoarse scream against his mouth.

“Join me… please…” I gasp near his lips. “Please…”

Hawk slams into me like a lunatic, and then he growls as his back muscles turn rigid. Warmth fills my insides, and my whole body.

Alive.

Tears stream down my cheeks as I kiss him and kiss him and kiss the hell out of him.

I’ve been dead for so long and he’s the only one who can bring me to life.