Ecstasy Untamed (Feral Warriors #6)(63)

As his hands slowly slid up her thighs, his long fingers curving halfway around them, she wondered how much more of this she could take.

"Hawke. Come inside me."

"Not yet. Aren't you enjoying this?"

"Yes, but you . . ."

His hands slipped back down to grip her calves. "Bend your knees."

When she complied, he pushed her knees beneath her, his hand sliding up and down her spine, keeping her down. She felt as if her rump were practically waving in the air.

"What are you doing?" she gasped, then knew when his finger slid deep inside her again.

"I'm loving you," he said simply, and she wondered if it could be true. Could he feel for her as deeply as she felt for him? Was it possible?

With his finger, he found a place deep inside her that had her writhing and gasping, rocking against him over and over and over with the most exquisite pleasure.

"Hawke. Hawke."

Barely aware, she found herself on her back again, Hawke rising over her, shucking his pants. His body was strong, beautiful. His arousal huge and gloriously curved.

He watched her, his face tight with barely leashed control. "I can't wait."

She opened her arms and her thighs. "Come to me, my hawk. Come inside me. Now."

Bracing himself on his arms, he held her gaze as he slid slowly into her, stretching her with his thickness, filling her as she'd never been filled, joining with her as if she were meant for him and him alone.

When he'd filled her completely, he slowly pulled out, then pushed in again, faster this time, his face strained, his arms quivering. But still he watched her, still he held her in that tender gaze. Her hands hooked around his neck, her legs around his waist as his body thrust harder and harder, a driving, wild inferno that would no longer be contained, pumping, joining them, over and over as she met him thrust for thrust, forcing him deeper, joining with him more completely, and still it wasn't enough. Faster they mated, harder, until they were slick with sweat, their breaths shattered.

"Hawke." His name was a whisper on her tongue, a jewel of perfection she would give to him and at the same time keep for herself. I love you. The words she wasn't ready to say filled her head, her heart, until she thought she would burst from the force of them. From the force of the love she felt for him.

She smiled, and he grinned at her, laughing as he drove into her.

Her body began to rise, shooting fast and hard toward a powerful explosion that had her crying out with the wonder of it, her body clenching and shattering in an orgasm a hundred times more powerful than the one before. Because Hawke was in her, with her. As she screamed, he roared, and it was the most perfect moment she'd ever known.

Slowly, Hawke leaned down and captured her mouth as he drove into her again. And again. And once more, this time slow and full. Complete.

On a shuddering breath, he collapsed and rolled, keeping her tight against him until she lay on top of him, her forehead against his chin.

"That was . . ." She gasped for breath. "The most fun . . . I've had in years."

He chuckled, the sound beneath her ear a deep, lovely rumble. "I agree. I don't think I've ever laughed that close to coming before. It almost sent me over the edge."

She lifted up, looking into his face. "You held on nicely."

"Did I?" He grinned at her.

That pressure built up in her chest again until she thought it would burst, or spill down her cheeks in the form of tears. Heavens, she loved this man. She kissed his chin, then tucked her head against him again.

His hand slipped into her hair, holding her head against his pounding heart. "Do you want a shower before we get some sleep?"

She shuddered, the move involuntary. "No. I don't want to move." She didn't want to be parted from him.

"Me either." He kissed her forehead tenderly. "Sleep, Smiley."

In so many ways, her world was crashing down around her. But here, in this bed, in this man's arms, she was safe. For now.

"I love you, Hawke." The words came out unbidden, a cry straight from her heart.

His arms tightened around her. "I love you, too, Faith. You're mine."

She grinned, soft and swift, kissing his chest. But the joyous rush ebbed all too quickly. She shouldn't have told him how she felt. It wasn't fair to him. Not when he might be forced to stand aside as they cleared the way for her animal to mark another. But that was a worry for another day, another hour.

She did as he asked, and slept.

Hawke held Faith as she slept, his heart filled with equal parts delight and fear. He adored her, this darling, darling woman whose grin bloomed inside him, making him laugh even in the throes of primal passion. She loves me. But he was terrified of what it meant for her that she'd been marked by an infected animal spirit.

It wasn't that there had never been female Feral Warriors. He knew there had been. The animal marked the strongest, and that didn't always mean physically. The strongest morally, emotionally, mentally.

Faith was all those things.

Goddess, in some ways she was one of the strongest people he knew. She'd stood there while they'd discussed the possible need to destroy all new Ferals, yet she'd shown him her own marks, knowing what that might mean for her.

And the draden. His heart clutched all over again at how she'd stayed to help him fight Lynks and Polaris, knowing the draden would come. She might not have fully comprehended the magnitude of such an attack this close to Feral House, but she'd fought draden before. She knew they'd kill her, yet she'd stayed anyway.