Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
I groaned. “That’s right, baby. Let me hear what I do to you.”
Her hands clenched the sheets tight, and her heels dug into the mattress as her hips tried to pump up to meet my thrusts.
“Fuck,” I growled against her clit, my voice harsh with need. “You come without permission, and I’ll start over. Slowly.”
She let out a high and frantic cry, but she held back. Trembling, she pulsed around my fingers with the effort of trying not to come.
“My sweet, good girl,” I praised, curling my finger deeper and letting her ride the edge. “Holding on for me. You want to be good for me, don’t you?”
“Yes. But—please—I need it,” she begged, her voice ragged.
“You’ll get it when I say you can.”
She whimpered, her eyes wide and locked on mine like she didn’t dare look away. Her face was flushed, sweat beading at her hairline, her chest heaving as her body tensed and bucked beneath me. I added a second finger, stretching her open, curling both as I sucked hard on her clit, flicking it with the flat of my tongue.
Her body convulsed, and I saw what I was waiting for. She was strung so tight she was going to come hard as fuck.
“Let go,” I commanded.
Maren gasped, then screamed as she shattered.
It ripped through the room as her spine arched off the bed and her pussy clenched tight around my fingers, flooding them with wet heat. Her hips jerked as the orgasm rolled through her—long, powerful, and nearly violent. She cried out again, softer this time, her legs twitching as I licked her through every aftershock, my tongue teasing her until she couldn’t take any more.
By the time I pulled back, she was boneless, her chest heaving and lips parted as her eyelids fluttered.
I slid up her body and kissed her hard, letting her taste herself on my tongue. Then I eased her head onto the pillow and brushed the damp hair from her temple, my fingers lingering longer than they needed to—because I wasn’t ready to stop touching her.
My mouth dropped to her neck, and I brushed a kiss over a sensitive spot. My voice was a low rasp, more growl than whisper, in her ear. “Next time, baby…not gonna be just my mouth.”
A soft sound caught in her throat as she trembled beneath me, like she might beg for that next time right fucking now.
But her body was spent, her skin flushed and sensitive. As much as I wanted to bury myself inside her and fuck her until the sun came up, she wasn’t ready. And she needed rest.
“You need sleep.” My lips brushed her jaw as I slid my arm around her waist and pulled her flush against my chest. “Now, close those pretty eyes and give me what I want.”
She exhaled, her breath shaky but warm, like she was still quaking with aftershocks. But the tension finally melted from her frame as she cuddled against me without hesitation, giving me that same blind trust she’d handed over to me when she surrendered her body.
I kept my grip firm, one hand splayed over her hip, and the other resting flat between her shoulder blades, holding her to my chest, my lips gently brushing her temple as her breathing evened out against my skin.
She was gone within minutes, completely relaxed in my hold, wrapped in me like I was the safest place in the world.
Fully possessed.
Not yet claimed.
But it was only a matter of time.
7
KEVLAR
Ididn’t want to leave her.
The sun hadn’t fully risen yet, the sky outside the bedroom window barely hinting at dawn, but my body didn’t care. I was already up. Alert.
And hard again just from the warmth of her body beneath my sheets. Her soft leg was tangled with mine, bare skin flush against my thigh, and her hand rested over my ribs like she didn’t plan on letting go.
And fuck me, I didn’t want her to.
I wanted to stay in bed and wake her slowly, with my mouth between her legs and my hands gripping her thighs as I dragged orgasm after orgasm from that sweet little body. I’d just had her last night, but with her breath soft against my chest and her lips parted in sleep, I was fucking starving for her again.
The fire burning in my veins wasn’t just lust. It was also protection. And possession. The bone-deep need to fortify every inch of her world until nothing could touch her. Not that SUV. Not the men in the diner. Not the bastard pulling their strings.
That meant getting the club behind me. And to do that, I needed the green light from King.
As president, his authority was absolute, and he kept a tight fist on the reins. From the outside, people would probably see it as micromanaging, but they didn’t understand King or the life we led.