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belonged to him utterly.
    Hawk entwined one hand in her hair and one hand on her hip, then pulled her back to meet him, hard. Vivian bit back the scream that wanted to erupt. If he thought he was hurting her he would stop. She never wanted him to stop. She wanted him to fuck her to sleep then eat her for breakfast. Vivian felt another orgasm building inside her and she let it come. Thick pulses of pleasure spiraled out of her center. A soft noise of release escaped her throat.
    "Come for me, Viv," Hawk whispered in her ear and she felt herself do just that. Hawk continued his long, rhythmic thrusts, each one intensifying her bliss until she couldn't take it anymore. Her thrill broke and cascaded through her as she cried out. As if he had been waiting for that moment, Hawk thrust harder inside her, then pulled her up onto her knees, continuing to take her from behind. Vivian yelped at this new development. She hadn't had any time to relax, to sink into her orgasm. Hawk continued to take her hard. "Come for me again, Viv."
    Normally Vivian needed at least a few minutes recovery time and Hawk knew that. His single-minded attention and insistence were new. Maybe he knew something she didn't though, because she felt her thighs tensing and her inner walls clenching again. The building of pleasure already felt different, more intense—like she'd not been brought down to normal, instead she was already starting at a high level of pleasure and the peaks were about to get higher than they ever had.
    Vivian moaned and held onto the sheets for dear life. Hawk worked her, sliding in and out of her hard, both hands on her hips. He pulled her backwards, hard, then reached one hand around her body, expertly finding her most sensitive spot and teasing it with familiarity. Vivian buried her face in the bed and cried out, pleasure radiating out from her core in almost unbearable lengths. A new orgasm built inside her as all knowledge of who she was outside of this bedroom, outside of this partnership, was driven from her mind. In that moment, she existed only to receive and give pleasure. She existed only for her husband to touch, to enter, to take as he saw fit.
    Hawk moaned deep in his throat and thrust harder, even as he continued to slide his fingers lightly across her clit. Vivian squeezed her thighs together as her release built and then broke like water breaching a dam. Her face still buried in the bed, she screamed out her pleasure and her husband's name.
     

Chapter 3
     
    Hawk relaxed onto the bed next to his spent wife, being careful not to let any of his weight down on her. Her eyes were closed, her body limp and sated, her hair spread everywhere like a great, dark flame. He thought he'd never seen anything so beautiful in his life. He lowered his head onto the pillow next to her and ran his hands along her body, reaching forward to cup her belly.
    "Mmm," Vivian murmured. "That was amazing."
    Hawk smiled, feeling pleased with himself. She would sleep well tonight. He kissed her cheek and spent a few more minutes in her afterglow before covering her with a blanket and getting up.
    Hawk cleaned up in the adjoining bathroom, pulled on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt, and then prowled into the kitchen to get something to eat. The prepared dinner at Vivian's parent's anniversary party had been good, but not very filling. As he raided the fridge and set about eating a snack, his mind ticked over the day's events as it always did before he went to sleep. But something kept distracting him. Several times he put his thoughts on hold and lifted his head to the quiet room, like there was something to hear. There wasn't.
    When Hawk finished his snack he left the kitchen, padding noiselessly into the living room and looking around. Why did he feel something was off? Randomly, he picked up items and looked at them, occasionally cocking his head again like a dog scenting the air. At the end table next to the couch he stopped and stared for a long