Page 67 of Misted
A gasp mixes with a moan and tears out of my throat. I’m lost in his hands, and a part of me likes that I’m too weak to fight what I’ve craved for what feels like an eternity. When he slaps me again, heat trickles between my thighs with shameless persistence.
By the fifth strike of his strong hand, I’m whimpering and grinding into him. Hawk hasn’t looked at me with that smouldering expression for years. I shouldn’t be chasing the past, and I know it’ll never return, but witnessing a sliver of the old him shoots ecstasy through me.
His roughness is my heaven as long as he touches me. Something in the back of my mind tells me this is wrong, but I couldn’t care less right now.
Hawk brings down his hand on the side of my arse harder this time. The sting burns and so do my eyes, but I bite my lower lip and soak in the throbbing pleasure in my core
“I’m curious.” His fingers trail over my hot red arse, creating torturous, maddening friction.
“About?” I breathe out, not sure if I want to distract him or myself.
His lust-filled gaze meets mine in something intimate and unravelling. “How you look when you break to pieces.”
You saw it but you were too blind to notice it.
“You’ve seen me break, so it’s only fair I see you break, too.” His fingers roam into my slick folds and a groan rips from him. My back arches as he lazily smears my wetness down, down, until his thumb presses against my arsehole.
My eyes widen as I choke in a breath.
“Did anyone touch you here?” There’s a harshness to his voice that didn’t exist a few seconds ago.
I face away from him, trying to appear unaffected. “That’s none of your business.”
“I’m making it mine.” He slaps me with his other hand, pushing his thumb the slightest bit inside my arse.
The mere gesture fills and stretches me whole. With my over-stimulated arse cheeks, it’s like I’m being set on fire. The problem is, I don’t want it out.
I’m seconds away from begging him to take me rough and raw as he did against the table.
My need for him isn’t physical, it’s about the consuming connection I’ve been chasing and dreaming about for years.
He presses his thumb further and my walls clench in pain but continue to suck him inside anyway.
“This will be mine.” He thrusts another finger inside my slick entrance so I’m full with him. “This has always been mine. The sooner you accept that, the better.”
I don’t get to reply. I don’t even get to think.
He removes both his fingers and before I can protest, he shoves my legs apart and lowers his head between my thighs.
The first harsh, long lick of his tongue jerks my body against the bindings. I try to move my hands and stop the assault, but the ropes tighten into my wrists. My legs are helplessly open wide so I’m fully exposed to him.
“Oh God… Hawk…?”
He doesn’t pay me attention, his wicked tongue continuing the long, merciless assault against my sensitive folds.
Pressure builds inside me like a volcano on the verge of eruption. I’m going to come by the mere sensation of his stubble against my thighs.
He laps at me, thrusting his tongue inside me with raw strokes then replaces his tongue with his fingers as he licks a long path straight to my clit. He sucks on the throbbing skin and fucks me raw with his tongue. I thrash against the binding as if a foreign being possessed me. My fists clench and unclench with the impossible need to drag my fingers into his hair.
I don’t last. I can’t.
The orgasm hits me with a shattering force that I never felt before. A tremor shudders through my limbs as the waves continue on and on. Hawk doesn’t stop.
He keeps sucking and tonguing me with ferocious persistence. I’m barely coming down from the overwhelming pleasure when he bites down on my clit. The remnants of my previous orgasm collide against another wave and I come with a long scream.
My walls clench, and an involuntary shudder spasm through my body.
Hawk continues his tongue’s wicked ways. This time, his thumb presses back against my arsehole as a threat or a promise, I don’t know. But it’s enough to start the maddening buildup all over again.