Hawke

by Jescie Hall

“I know. I just couldn’t help it. I missed the taste of you.” He traces his lips along my jaw.

My eyes narrow at his response. What kind of man is okay with another man taking care of their woman for him? He literally doesn’t care. Doesn’t care that Hawke paid for it. Doesn’t care that he stepped up to help. Nothing.

“Wreck me, shatter me, destroy me, be the ruin of me. I don’t care, just make me feel again,” he whispers against my lips.

“I’ve had a decent amount of sex in my life, but nothing...nothing compares to this shit right here.” He points his fingers to my body, scrolling up and down with a look of disbelief.

We were addicted. Our new drug, our insatiable appetite for each other. It was never enough, we just couldn’t get close enough. Our bodies synced together like we’ve been connecting for years.

The last thing he told me was to never let anyone define what they don’t understand, and that no one can characterize who you are but you.”

“Don’t lose me in the madness,” he breathes. My heart aches at his words. I shake my head as if to tell him that would be impossible. “I know what he does to you. He gets in your head,” he explains, licking his lips while looking at mine. “Just be careful who you trust.”

“Taste yourself. You’re so fucking sweet.” I suck on his fingers as I continue swallowing his thick cock in my walls, sending shock waves of pleasure through him. He can barely keep his eyes from rolling into the back of his head at the sensation of being inside me in two different ways.

He grabs for the back of my neck, pulling my forehead down against his as he continues thrusting his hips up into me, filling me with his hard, velvety cock. “Fuck, you make me feel so alive.”

“You’ve awakened me,” I reply. Running my tongue over his lip ring, I find my way into his mouth, kissing him with my entire body before pulling back to look at him again. “I see everything now, so clearly. Like I’ve been asleep my whole life until you.”

“Cole,” he whispers, trying to get my attention. I’ve sealed my eyes shut as the sensations electrifying throughout me become too much to bear while I ride him, my sex rippling with pleasure at every roll of my hips to meet his. “Baby,” he comments again, wanting to say something. I blink my eyes open to find him watching me. “Tell me you love me,” he demands, his emotional eyes staring through me. “It’s okay if you don’t...you don’t have to mean it. I just want to hear you say it.”

“Just tell me, tell me you love me,” he says again, pleading with me.

He looks at me with the saddest, most appreciative expression. I don’t know the last time he’s ever heard someone say they loved him like this. Maybe never. He trusts me enough to let me in, to show me how much something like this means to him, how everything before this didn’t matter, because now he’s seen love. He’s seen the truth in my eyes and now he’s drowning in it.

He looks in amazement at my lips as if he could see the words on my truth-telling tongue. He gazes into my eyes, stilling for a moment to catch his breath.

“I love you too, Cole,” he answers with a lazy half-grin, his palm against my cheek, thumb brushing along my cheekbone. “I do. It doesn’t even make sense to me how we got here, but I do.” We are both in so deep, too deep. The depth we’ve succumbed to will drown us in darkness, both of us willing.

“Is this real? God, I feel like I’m dreaming,” he whispers, running his fingers softly along my cheekbone, down to my jaw and lips.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he whispers, leaning in closer, running his lips against mine.

“You know I can’t live without you now,” he states softly.

“You’re my calm in the soul, crazy in the flesh,” I utter the words of my favorite poet to him again, this time with him conscious.

“If I lose you, I lose everything,” he whispers against my lips. “We can’t ever let that happen,” I say before kissing his top lip and then bottom, gently sucking on his lip ring.

“Do you know what I wanted to do to him? I wanted to kill him with my bare hands, in front of you, for you, for Ben, for me. How fucked up is that?”

“I wanted to tell him nasty things, brag to him about how amazing it feels to fuck you raw, and how hearing you scream my name instead of his made me feel phenomenal. How fucking beautiful you are when you come for me. How he’s a spineless prick who’s never been able to make you come like I can with just one look.”

“I’m fucking vile for having these thoughts,” he admits, shaking his head and touching my jaw, his thumb tracing my lips. “You’re not,” I say, looking deeply into him. “You’re the kind of guy devils tell angels to go talk to to get them to fall, not knowing you’re the type to save them from the depths of Hell they’ve surrendered themselves to.”

“I’m just so happy you’re mine. You’re finally mine,” he whispers, leaning in closer again.

“Baby,” he says empathetically, pulling me into his embrace, his arms comforting me while gently rubbing my back.

“You freed me from my cage, Cole. You brought me back to life, and you freed me,” he whispers in a cracked tone. “We freed each other, Hawke,” I whisper, holding the side of his neck, gazing lovingly into his eyes. “And now it’s our time to fly."