Hawk kept his great strength leashed except in battle, but underneath his gentle exterior beat the heart of a warrior. He was a rough, aggressive male encased in a giant’s body. As a result, he was careful of others. But she was made for him. She’d known it the moment she’d met him. His body spoke of rough, hot sex and she was determined to make him hers. At the moment, Hawk was kissing her like he meant business. He had yet to fully dominate her, but she knew he was close. He held her arms pinned, her body held solidly against the bulkhead by his. Gods, his hands were rough, hard, possessive even! Onyx absolutely loved it, but she wanted more. She wanted Hawk uncontrolled, uncaring of anything but sating himself with her in a frenzy of lust. Rough hands squeezed her breasts through her vest. A dominant male body pressed insistently against hers. He seemed to mold her so he fit perfectly. But he did no more. Didn’t try to remove her clothing. Didn’t remove his. Nothing. Much as she wanted to see if he’d actually make a move, that wasn’t how she rolled.
