His kiss went on and on as he steadily increased his tempo. His tongue swept against hers, taking everything she had to give. Onyx was his treasure, his warrior woman. She was the one person he could always count on to have his back, even more than Yuri and the others. Onyx was his life.
Not a gentle lover, Hawk surged into her now with more and more intensity. He reached up to release the cuffs from the headboard. “Hold my body with yours, Onyx.
Show me how much you want me.” She instantly obeyed his command, wrapping her arms and legs around him. Flesh met flesh as they slammed against each other. Hawk could never remember a time when he needed to come more, or a time when he was so desperate to hold back his orgasm.
Onyx stiffened, then she bucked against him almost uncontrollably, shrieking her pleasure. She convulsed around his, milking him, coaxing him to follow her into oblivion. It was a seduction he couldn’t resist.
With his own shout of release, Hawk emptied himself inside the haven of her pussy. Sweat beaded over his body, over hers, making their skin to skin glide silky and smooth. Hawk thrust deep, holding himself as far inside her as he could manage. He arched his back and let the pleasure take him, reveling in the feel of her tight cunt locked around him in her pleasure.
When the tremors subsided, when he knew he could no longer hold himself off her, he rolled them to their sides. Every now and then, his hips gave a little involuntary thrust that sent pleasure darting through both of them.
“Wow,” Onyx breathed. “That was…”
“I know.” Hawk chuckled. “I’m not sure I survived that.”
“Me neither. Gods, I’m on fire, Hawk! That was the most fantastic sex I’ve ever even heard of!”
Hawk burst out laughing, holding her close, nuzzling her neck with his kisses.
“Well, I guess that’s my version of a Molotov Cocktail.” Onyx thumped his chest before snuggling closer to him, hooking her thigh over his hip. But she didn’t deny it.
Marteeka Karland
Erotic romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade.
Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried so hard to rid her of.
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