Naked

Very, very special chapter!!

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--------------------------------------------------I was mending my socks situated in Hawk's bedroom crosslegged at the floor at the foot of his dilapidated bed. I wanted to prick his nerves to the best of my abilities since I was the only one he excluded from everything. Now I was going to have my payback by overtaking his personal space.

A little smirk split my lips with how angry he was sure to be once he found me trespassing his male sanctum.

Not long after my nefarious thoughts were expressed, there he was.

He had opened the door only to stop at the threshold and stare at me frozen. My heart skipped a beat a when he just stood there assessing the situation, meaning me.

Slowly, with the devilish smirk still etched on my lips, I dragged my gaze from his boots, passed his knees and his powerful thighs clad in his trousers; then I stopped at his crotch for a moment and cocked my head to the side just to ire him a little more and continued upwards to his broad full chest that was steadily rising and falling. He had omitted his tailcoat again and stood there in his shirt and waistcoat and all the more delectable.

I continued up, up to his thick neck and then I gasped when I reached his face. The sock went slack in my arms and dropped on the floor, its meagre existence now is forgotten.

His face was impassive, the hard lines of his chin and cheekbones highlighted by an imperceivable light. His two blues were the deepest I had ever seen them be, the one almost matching the other in its hue. If I had only seen the upper half of his face I could tell you he was angry, but looking at him fully you couldn't mistake how smug he looked right then.I had once again fooled my self into believing I could trap him and that had backfired worse than a loaded revolver. it was I that was trapped by him and he was basking in it.

He closed the door and I heard the distinct sound of a lock clicking in place.

Damn... I was doomed now.

I stood fast and then... I lunged at him. We crashed into each other, lips claiming lips harder than ever. Hands grasping fabric and pulling hard till ripping sounds echoed along with my breathless moans.

Heat pooled between my legs and I couldn't control my self when desired made me pull on his hair hard to crush my mouth to his wanting more. His tongue invaded my mouth and he twirled demanding my submission. I sucked on it provoking a growl to escape him and urging him on.

My hands made quick work unbuttoning him form both waistcoat and shirt and soon the garments were forcefully discarded to decorate the floor. I had him bare-chested under my arms and I pushed him lightly away to marvel at his male beauty. We both gasped and breathed in heavily when we parted. Our lips still a whiff away.

I skimmed my palms slowly over his heated skin marvelling at the firm texture of him. Straight lines and deep valleys and small crevices where his muscles met to form the magnificent man. I sighed when he trailed his mouth from my jaw to my ear and sucked gently on my lobe, his hands pulling me from the waist to his body.

He continued on his assault and I bent my head the other way to give him free access to the tender skin of my neck where he bit, sucked and licked a delicious trail over to my clavicle, only to repeat it all over again.

It was the most delightful torture anyone ever done to me and I couldn't stop myself from groaning and biting my own lips seeking release from my wantonness.

That's when he ripped the clothes off my body.

He growled and with his big hands, he grasped the material and the thing disintegrated in a blink of an eye.

I gasped and tried to steady myself from falling from the force he used on my poor garments. When the hawk was satisfied tearing my fake skin apart, he simply took a step back and raked my naked body from head to toe. His tongue darted out and licked his dry lips like a predator about to consume its prey.

He kicked his boots off and tugged his trousers and undergarments off of him with haste. Once that was taken care of he eyed me again.

Hunger laced through me as I stared unabashedly at his stiff erection. It was almost twitching and I couldn't help but lick my own lips in anticipation.

I ached so badly to filled by him, the fire burning my insides and wetness dripped down between my legs.

When I looked at him in the eyes again he grabbed my head in one hand to plunder my mouth with his tongue and with the other he grabbed one of my knees and lifted it to his hip.

I was a good deal shorter than him and with that action, I was simply airborne. We fell on the bed in a tangle, kissing and groping each other with our nails, marking red stricks on our skin. The distance still too great between us. He grabbed my knees and separated them, pulling them over his hips. He steadied himself in one hand and pulled away from our kiss.

My lips felt swollen and bruised but I could care less about them when he was above me, looking down on me so sweetly. I felt him probe my opening and with one swift thrust, he entered me.

We both cried out and he buried his head on my neck for a moment staying completely still, giving me time to adjust to his sheer size. He layered kisses on my neck and jaw before rising and caressing my cheek with his palm before kissing me tenderly.

And then he started rocking his hips back and forth, eliciting my most pleased moans anyone ever heard and kept going. At first, he was slow, precise, gentle taking me with care and love, showering me with his affection and attention to how my body reacted to him.

I was burning. Burning with such need to come that I urged him to go faster and harder, pummeling in my depths to ease my torment.

I bit and sucked on his neck when he lowered and dragged my nails along his back until he gave up the slow tempo and powered on driving me to edge.

Our moans became louder, our need more fierce and the harder he drove into me the harder the need became.

He heaved and slammed hard into me, almost propelling me to the headboard and just when we both started crying our release...

I gasped thrashing in my cot. My eyes flying wide open taking in the darkness of my room and the state of bliss I was in from my dream.

I heaved for air for a moment trying to push the dream away, so as not to rekindle that desperate feeling and cursing my stupid brain at how vivid everything was.

Motherfucker. It was only a dream...