I growl against her throat, my voice dark, low, rough. “You like that?”
Her back arches, her breath breaks on a cry. “Yes… God, yes. Nitro, please…”
I drag my teeth over her collarbone, gentle but possessive, then slide my hand into her hair and tug her head back so I can watch her come apart under me. “Good girl. Take it.”
And she does.
All of it.
All of me.
She gives every piece of herself without flinching—her body, her trust, her heart, and the way she looks at me while she’s doing it destroys me. I’ve never been wanted like this. Not for my patch, not for the club, not for what I can do.
Just… me.
And fuck, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt.
She clutches at me, her thighs trembling around my waist, her breath quickening. She is tightening around me, squeezing in these slow, rhythmic pulses that grab me from the inside, and my rhythm stutters.
She pulls me deeper with every clench, her body begging, pleading without words.
“Nitro…” she whispers, voice cracked wide open. “I love you.”
The words hit me like a punch to the chest. My breath stops. My hips falter. Emotion roars through me so fast it’s disorienting.
“Fuck, Marley…” I choke out, leaning down to kiss her as if I’m drowning and she’s air. “I love you too. I fucking love you.”
Her body breaks under mine at the exact second the words leave my mouth.
And I feel every microsecond of it.
The way her walls tighten, flutter, then lock around me in this desperate, pulsing grip that drags a groan straight from the bottom of my lungs.
The way her thighs clamp around my hips, holding me there.
The way she cries my name into my mouth like a plea and a prayer tangled together.
Her orgasm crashes through her in waves, each one stronger than the last, her entire body trembling, shaking, arching.
A low heat gathers at the base of my spine, building fast, unstoppable, every thrust sending it higher, tighter, hotter. My breath goes ragged. My muscles lock. My vision blurs around the edges.
“Marley… Jesus…” I groan, my voice breaking apart.
She pulls me down by the back of my neck, holding me to her chest, her fingers buried in my hair as if she can pull the climax out of me.
I thrust once.
Twice.
And then I’m gone.
My orgasm slams into me hard. My body bows into hers, trembling uncontrollably as I explode deep inside her, each pulse dragging a guttural sound out of me. I bury my face in her neck, breathing her in, holding her as though she’s the only thing keeping me tethered to the earth while everything inside me breaks open.
She clings back just as fiercely, riding the last waves of her release, her body pulsing around mine in aftershocks that make my knees weak.
We fall apart together, slow, shaking, tangled, our breaths uneven, our hearts pounding the same frantic rhythm against each other.
When the tremors fade, I collapse gently over her, my forehead resting against hers, our noses brushing. Her chest rising against mine, her fingers slide shakily over my back, her breath warm against my mouth.
