Page 86 of Her Magnificent Mistake

They didn’t need to speak.

Marcia shifted forward, lifted her weight on her hips, and positioned his cock at her entrance, then eased down.

When he was fully seated, they both sighed.

Making love to Hawk had always been rough, desperate. His strength was at the forefront of the experience, lifting and twisting her in ways that made her gasp at the impossibility. And yes, in the weeks since Artrip’s death, with Marcia moving into Hawk’s chambers, they’d had plenty of time to practice.

But tonight?

Tonight was their wedding night.

And as she told him, each night with him was special.

With a groan, Hawk wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer as she rocked. She loved this position, because not only did she control the pace and the strength, but the tip of his cock rubbed against that supremely sensitive spot behind her clitoris.

Marcia wasn’t sure how long they moved together, each plunge, each shift, each arch drawing out their pleasure until they were both almost dazed with desire. But finally, she could take no more teasing, and clasped Hawk’s cheeks in her hands.

“Are you ready, love?” she gasped.

He held her gaze, giving her permission to take what she needed.

So she did, her speed increasing, her moans and gasps coming closer together, until she finally felt her climax tip.

With a breathless moan, she arched her back and held onto her new husband, her inner muscles spasming around his core as she milked him. But Hawk wasn’t still—oh no. As soon as her orgasm began, he thrust upward, then again, and a third time.

Perhaps it was the friction, or perhaps it was the way she squeezed him; Hawk’s, “Oh God,Marcia,” was accompanied with a flood of liquid warmth to her core.

After a dozen heartbeats, she collapsed against his shoulder, her breathing as heavy as his.

“Every night with you is special,” she whispered again.

His hand was stroking up and down her spine in a comforting way. “Aye, but tonight was miraculous.”

Marcia pressed a kiss to his skin, then grinned and sat up just enough to meet his eyes. “Marvelous?”

“Magnificent,” Hawk corrected, pulling her against him. “I love ye, wife.”

She kissed him. “Forever.”