His Touch

I’d never thought I’d have hungered for Hawk’s touch. But feeling it now was a heady sensation. I was afraid I could find myself addicted to it.

A tiny part of me admitted that I had always wanted his hands on me. Despite how much I’d resented his cruelty.

But everything has changed. Especially considering everything I know now.

He’d stripped me of my nightdress and in moments I felt the heat of his nude body sliding over me. The scent of him was wild and untamed.

Like an animal caught in the woods.

A creature fighting for survival. Willing to hide or fight…Whatever…Just to live.

As he settled over me, I found my legs instinctively parting to allow his hips to rest between. His hard, pulsating length already ripe and ready to fill me. I could feel his eagerness rising in heady swells which rolled over me.

He kissed my temple and I was intimately touched by the smal