Cradling her against my chest like she weighs nothing, I shoulder open the door to my room—our room now. Her father's appearance ripped open old wounds, and I can see the way she's fighting not to drown in memories. The lock clicks into place, sealing out the world. In here, it's just us. No threats, no past, no bullshit. Just me and my old lady.
I set her down gently in the middle of the space, but keep my hands on her hips, steadying her. Her big eyes are wide, shining with trust. Trust in me. It hits like a gut punch, knowing what she's been through, what that piece of shit father did to her. Kinda pisses me off I let him walk away tonight. But there wasn’t mush I could do with her right there.
I’ll worry about that fucker later. later. Tonight, my ol’ lady’s my priority. Tonight, I claim her properly.
I take a step backward, toward the bed. "Come here, baby." My voice is low, commanding, but I keep it soft around the edges. She needs dominant right now—needs to feel safe in my control, needs me to take the reins so she don't have to think, just feel.
She steps forward without hesitation, closing the distance until she's pressed against my chest. I can feel her heart racing, matching the thunder in my veins. I tilt her chin up, forcing her to meet my gaze. "You're safe. You're mine. No one's taking you from me. No one."
Her lips part, a shaky breath escaping. "I believe you."
"Good girl." The words rumble out, and I see the way they affect her—pupils dilating, a flush creeping up her neck. She's so innocent, but her body knows what it wants. It wants me.
I capture her mouth in a kiss that's all fierce possession, no gentleness this time. My tongue sweeps in, claiming every inch, tasting the salt of her earlier tears mixed with that sweet flavor that's purely Cami. She moans into it, her hands fisting my cut, pulling me closer like she can't get enough. I walk her backward until her legs hit the bed, then break the kiss to look down at her.
"Strip for me." It's an order, not a request. I step back, crossing my arms, watching her with hungry eyes.
Her fingers tremble as they reach for the hem of her shirt, but she doesn't hesitate. She pulls it over her head, revealing those perfect small breasts cupped in simple white lace. Fuck, she's beautiful. The shirt hits the floor, and she moves on to her jeans, shimmying them down her hips, kicking off her shoes. Panties next, sliding down her legs until she's bare before me, vulnerable and exposed.
My cock hardens in my jeans, but I don't rush. I drink her in, every curve, every freckle. "Turn around. Let me see all of you."
She obeys, spinning slowly, her dark hair cascading down her back. When she faces me again, her cheeks are pink, but her eyes hold mine—brave, wanting. "Rhett..."
"Shh. On the bed. On your back." I shrug off my cut, folding it carefully over the chair—respect for the colors—then yank my shirt over my head. Her gaze roams my chest, tracing the scars,the ink, the muscles honed from years of fighting and riding. I see the heat in her eyes, the way she licks her lips. It takes everything not to pounce.
I unbuckle my belt, the sound deliberate, watching her squirm as I drop my jeans and boxers, freeing my hard cock. It's thick, veins pulsing with need. Her eyes widen, a mix of awe and nervousness. "It's...big."
I let out a low chuckle, climbing onto the bed and caging her body with mine. "It'll fit, baby. I'll make sure you're ready to take me.” My weight presses her into the mattress, skin to skin, heat building between us. I kiss her again, slower this time, my hands roaming—squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples until she arches and gasps.
"Rhett, please..." Her voice is breathy, pleading.
"Please what? Tell me what you want." I grind my hips against her, letting her feel my length sliding against her slick folds. She's already wet, soaking, her body betraying how much she needs this.
"You. Inside me. I want to feel you." Her nails dig into my shoulders, urging me on.
"Not yet." I slide down her body, kissing a trail from her neck to her collarbone, savoring every inch. My mouth closes over one nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing just enough to make her cry out. The other gets the same treatment, my hand kneading the flesh while she writhes beneath me. Fuck, she's responsive, every touch drawing whimpers and moans that go straight to my dick.
I move lower, kissing her stomach, the curve of her hip, until I'm between her thighs. Her scent hits me—musky, aroused—and I growl, spreading her legs wide. "This pussy is mine, Cami. Only mine. No one else touches it, tastes it, fucks it. Understand?"
"Yes...yours." She nods frantically, her hands threading into my hair.
I dive in, tongue flat against her clit, licking long and slow. She bucks, a sharp cry escaping, but I hold her hips down with bruising force, keeping her pinned. My woman. I eat her like I'm starving, alternating between sucking her clit and thrusting my tongue inside her tight heat. She's dripping, coating my chin, and I love it—love how she unravels for me.
"Rhett! Oh God, it's...too much..." Her thighs quake, trying to close, but I force them apart, adding two fingers to stretch her, curling them to hit her g-spot.
"Come for me, angel. Let me taste it." I suck harder, fingers pumping, until she screams, her pussy clenching around me as her orgasm crashes through her. She screams loud enough the whole compound probably hears, and fuck if that don't make me harder.
I don't give her time to come down. I crawl up, positioning myself at her entrance, the head of my cock nudging her slick folds. She's panting, eyes glassy, when I press forward slowly, inch by inch, feeling her virgin walls stretch around me.
She's tight—fuck, so tight it borders on pain—but wet enough that I slide in deeper. There's resistance, and she winces, her nails biting into my back.
"Breathe, baby. Relax for me." I kiss her forehead, her temples, her cheeks, holding still until she adjusts. "You're doing so good. Taking my cock like you were made for it."
She nods, hips shifting experimentally, and I push past the barrier with a groan. She gasps, a mix of pain and pleasure, but then her legs wrap around me, pulling me deeper.
That's all I need. I thrust fully inside, bottoming out in her heat, and we both moan at the sensation. Buried to the hilt, I pause, savoring how perfectly she fits me, like she was crafted for this. For me.
"Mine," I growl, starting to move—slow at first, letting her get used to it, then faster, harder. My hips snap against hers, the bed creaking under us. She's so fucking wet, the sounds obscene, mixing with her whimpers and my grunts.
