The Grand Mistress

When Hawk came back from picking woods, he didn't see Cat around but when he opened the tent, the girl was sound asleep. Giving her time to rest and recover, he went on and cleaned the mess he did beside the fire earlier when he cooked and later piled off the woods he picked beside the fire, with the intention of drying them up. Perhaps by tomorrow he can use it already. He intentionally just picked up small twigs and branches that he found nearby as he thought they would dry out more easily than those big fallen branches.

When he was done with his chores, he realized how messed up and dirty he was so he took shower in the rain. The weather was still as angry as it was but the wind somehow calmed down and what was left was the rain and thunder. Hawk lavished himself with the cold rainfall for a few minutes and when  he had enough, he took some extra shorts and wore them. It was very cold but he thought the fire in the campsite was enough to warm him so he decided to be shirtless though. Like what he did to Cat's clothes, he also hung them beside the fire to dry them. Soon, he was left with nothing to do but just sit in the fire and think of many things.

If he didn't come on time, Cat might have been dead and Hawk could only sighed heavily with that. He was really so afraid of what he would find here and was foolishly praying to God, whom he never prayed ever before, to spare Cat and take him instead. He had never been so afraid in his life and he was never that desperate to sacrifice himself for someone. What's with Cat that he was so afraid of losing her?

He rejected her already, but part of that was the very reason he could not see the truth in her eyes. Cat never wanted to be his woman—that's what he always sees behind her eyes, rather she had some hidden intention God only knows what. 

Since the first time she took a step toward him, he knew there was something, something about her that made him suspicious of her intentions. However through all those encounters they had, she managed to capture his heart even when he knew she was more than she says. What could her intentions be? Would it be really wise to pursue her now and give up Feather when everything about the woman Cat was all a mystery? 

Perhaps this was his challenge, this was the risk he had to take. Afterall, love wasn't an easy thing, many people made sacrifices for love, perhaps he should take this path and sacrifice his doubts to be with her. Besides, wasn't it pretty clear—with what happened now and how she almost died—that he cannot live without her?

As for Feather, he needs to fix things with her. He knew she would be very upset but things between them don't make sense anymore, she knew that already. It was like they were just going onto the relationship because it was expected but there was indeed no feeling in it. Feather will always be special because he was his first love, but things were very clear now and he knew that he had to go and be with Cat or he would be miserable all his life.

Soon, Hawk found himself in front of the tent, watching the girl sleeping. The thought of her being all naked in there grew instant desire for her warmth and after minutes of restraining, he just couldn't take it. He cautiously entered the tent and slid through the blanket she had covered her naked body in. Couldn't help himself, he grabbed her for a warm embrace and her fragrance slid past to his nostrils, making all of the inside twitch in convulsion. God, how can she have this tremendous effect on him?

Cat's skin was so silky and smooth that an embrace couldn't be enough.His desire lured Hawk to touching her naked flesh anywhere in her that his hands wanted to explore. He took special liking in her long legs that she had curled into and the man lavishly caressed it over and over as he planted feather-like kisses at the back of her neck. Cat then was facing sideways and Hawk had embraced her from the back. Just as minutes flew, Hawk's unconsented invasion woke up Cat and the first thing he heard was her gasped of pleasure.

"Hawk...." Simione called his name not knowing what for. Did she want to stop him? Hell no, not when everything including her heart was so cold and his warmth was so comforting. Her fears too were still lingering somewhere in her heart and the man was the only thing that was making her feel safe. So, she clung to his warmth and let him do what he pleased.

"Turn to me mi amore," Hawk whispered into Simione's ears and pulled her to his side so that he could have a look on her ever beautiful face. When their eyes met, it was only for a second because they were both thirsty for a kiss. When their lips met, it was fire and Simione felt the burn of Hawk's mouth melting all her longing and caress away.

She had to be honest, all her intentions toward Hawk Monsanto weren't all pure but her body never lied to him. Whenever she moans and takes pleasure of all his touch, she honestly feels it—she was honestly taking all the pleasures in and this was the very reason why she became vulnerable to him. There was just something different with Hawk Monsanto's touch, even before he saved her today, she always felt safe within his grasp. It was like, out of all the people he met in her life, he was the very first one who will protect him from harm. He didn't even know if he was capable of such, but Spin, the same person who made her feel the same, was just a young boy and yet, she made him feel very safe and hopeful too.

Hawk meticulously explored Simione's mouth this time, as if  he had never been into her before. However, every kiss with the girl for him felt different each time and so it was like he was kissing her for the very first time again. He slowed down the kiss and tasted her explicitly, it was so slowly and deep that they both could hear the sound of their tongue licking and lapping inside their very lips.

While he was owning Simione's mouth, Hawk's hands reached for her silky legs and had her wrapped it to his waist. He then pressed himself hard to her, making her very aware of how ready he was for her. His engorged manhood pressed deep into Cat's middle hips but soon, Hawk positioned it lower, at the very front of her wetness so she could take pleasure in it.

"Ah shit!" SImione broke the kiss to curse at the pleasure. Hawk was still on his shorts and so the linen pointing hard to her was rubbing her front, giving her some half small  pleasure that had to be filled. Hawk was teasing her purposely, torturing her as he owned her lips once more and let her struggle with the anticipation of him fulfilling her own desires. Hawk's hand then settled on her smooth ass but he was only pressing so she can be as close to him and to control the movement of the thrust he purposely did to torture Simione more. He moved thru and fro, teasing her while his lips made separate pleasure that the girl couldn't anymore decide which to give attention to. Both his lips and the movements he made were making her crazy and she could only do nothing but moan for it under his mouth.

Hawk rolled on her when he thought she had enough of the torture and lavished himself with her beauty as soon as he was on top. His two hands case her while her copper colored hair splattered on the comforter making her look like a seductive lioness that needed to be pleased.  The man couldn't help himself smile at how beautiful of a prey she was and it just took a minute before his lips landed on her two beautiful mounds, his most favorite thing in the world. 

He played on it, both his lips and hands and the pleasure she gave Simione was so raw that she ended up clinging to his dark curls. What she did communicated the girl's consent to Hawk's blatant trespass and it only increased his urges and lust over her. How could she be this obedient tonight? All their counters weren't as such, as if Cat was either protesting his touches or taking over the lead, but right then she was unusually obedient as if he so wanted him to please her thoroughly. Whatever her intention was, Hawk still wanted her no matter if she'd take him to heaven, or to hell even.