From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

between his hand and the hard, unyyielding length of his bodyy. Something…
something was happening. It was what his kisses and brief touches before
had hinted at and promised. Myy bodyy suddenlyy went as tight as a
bowstring taking aim, and myy lips parted a second before Hawke folded
his hand over myy mouth, silencing the moan I wouldn’t have been able to
suppress. His hot mouth moved against the side of myy throat, his lips, his
teeth. There was a wicked sharpness—
The tension broke. I broke. Pleasure whipped out, intense and sudden.
It was like standing on a ledge and then being pushed over. I fell,
shuddering in pulsing, throbbing waves, and I kept falling until the hand
between myy legs slowed and then stopped. I wasn’t sure how much time
had passed, or when Hawke’s fingers slipped from myy thighs or his hand
eased awayy from myy mouth. Myy heart was onlyy beginning to slow when I
became aware of his hand pressed against myy stomach, and his arm curled
around myy shoulders, keeping myy boneless bodyy snug against his.
I thought mayybe I should sayy something but…what? Thank you
seemed inappropriate. And I thought that it wasn’t entirelyy fair that he had
given me this, while I gave him nothing of the sort. Plus, I thought that I
should probablyy look to see if Kieran or anyy of the other guards had
noticed what Hawk had done—what we’d done under the blankets, but I
couldn’t keep myy eyyes open. I couldn’t get anyy words out.
“I know yyou’re not going to admit it,” Hawke said, voice low and
thick. “But yyou and I both will alwayys know that I was right.”
Myy lips curved into a faint, sleepyy smile.
He was right.
Again.