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“Thanks,” I say, lifting my hand to push the hair that’s fallen into my eyes out of the way.
“Are you okay?” she asks cautiously.
“Yeah, I think I am. Could we talk?”
“Of course,” she says, lighting up excitedly.
“Not here, though. Later, somewhere private, the others too.”
“Do you want to come to Gulliver’s place?”
“No, how about Hawthorn’s boat?” I suggest.
“What about my boat?” Hawthorn asks from behind me.
My body tingles with excitement just from the sound of his voice, but I don’t turn to face him, not yet.
“Penelope wants to talk to us all, she wondered if we could use your boat,” Izzy says sweetly, a tinge of suspicion filling her voice.
“Is that what you want, Penelope?” Hawthorn asks, his voice low and gruff.
Inhaling sharply, I spin around to face him. “Would that be, okay?”
His eyes rake over my hair and face, and one side of his mouth lifts up into a half smile. “You already know you can have whatever you want, all you have to do is ask.”
My lips twitch up into a smile, and a soft laugh bursts from my mouth. Moving without thought, I launch myself at him and press my lips to his. The moment our mouths are joined, he wraps his arms around me, pinning me to him as he takes control of the kiss, devouring my lips while his fingers tangle in my hair.
“What the fuck?” I hear someone say, but we don’t even pause, kissing each other like we’ll never get another chance. Gripping me tightly, he holds me in place, showing me and anyone else who’s watching that I’m indisputably his.
Eventually he drags his lips from mine, not loosening his hold on me but allowing me a tiny amount of room to breathe.
“Izzy, I need the key,” he snaps.
“What?” she asks slowly.
“The darkroom, I need the key,” he says, not trying to hide the need in his voice.
When I try to turn and look at my sister, Hawthorn claims my lips again, demanding all of my attention. Lifting me off the ground, he urges me to wrap my legs around him, then holds my weight with his hands on the back of my thighs.
I hear a soft giggle, then feel movement as he carries me through the school and into the darkroom, kissing me the entire way. When my back hits the cushions of the old couch, he follows me down, his hands frantically running over me like he never thought he’d get the chance to do it again.
“Hawthorn,” I gasp as he nips at my neck.
“Are you mine, Princess?” he demands.
“Hawthorn.”
“I asked you a fucking question. Are. You. Mine?” he snarls, saying each word slowly between bites.
Am I his? I don’t even have to think about it, I’ve been his since the first time he called me Princess, from the first moment that he looked at me and saw who I could be. “Yes, I’m yours,” I gasp.
My words detonate something inside of him, and we become a blur of motion. Slipping my underwear down my thighs, he slides two fingers into my soaked core, stretching me and pumping in and out of me until I throw my head back and come with a cry. Shucking off his pants, he lifts me off the couch and takes my place, positioning me so I’m straddling his wide thighs. Gripping his hard cock with one hand, he helps guide me over him, then pulls me down onto him until his dick slips into my pussy filling me.
A keening moan falls from my lips when my butt hits his thighs, but he doesn’t give me a chance to get used to this position before he grips my hips in his hands and starts to lift me up and down his dick. Riding him, his cock feels impossibly thick, and each time he fills me, the pleasure is accompanied by a jolt of pain that heightens the sensation and sends me hurtling toward oblivion.
Hawthorn touches me like I’m special, like I’m important, like I’m his, and I worship him like he’s mine, like he’s the first, the last, and the only one in between, and none of it’s a game, none of it’s manipulation or coercion. Everything between us is real, and by the time we’re both crying out our releases, entwined together on the couch, nothing has ever felt more real and right and honest.
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