Something shifts in Havoc’s eyes, and I witness the last thread of his control snapping. He growls deep in his throat. Then his mouth crashes against mine, devouring me with a hunger that steals my breath.
His lips are demanding, punishing, claiming. His tongue pushes past my lips, exploring every inch of my mouth as his hips surge against mine. The hard ridge of his cock grinds against my center, and I moan into the kiss.
“I’m going to fucking ruin you,” he growls against my lips. His hands grip my ass, pulling me harder against him. “Gonna wreck this sweet little virgin pussy. Make you mine in every way.”
The filthy promise sends liquid heat flooding between my legs. I whimper, clinging to his shoulders.
“But we’re gonna take it slow,” he continues. “I won’t hurt you, baby girl.”
My heart hammers against my ribs, equal parts terrified and horny.
“Get on the bed,” he commands. “Take off your clothes. All of them.”
I slip off his lap on shaky legs and walk to the bed. My fingers tremble as I reach for the hem of my T-shirt. Nervousness flutters in my stomach—I’ve never been naked in front of anyone before. But the throbbing between my legs drowns out my anxiety, driving me forward.
I pull my shirt over my head, feeling the weight of his stare on my skin. My breasts rise and fall rapidly with each breath, still contained in my simple cotton bra. I hesitate only a moment before reaching behind to unclasp it, letting it fall to the floor.
My hands shake as I reach for the button of my jeans. The weight of Havoc’s stare burns my skin, making every movement feel dreamlike and surreal. My throat tightens with a mixture of nerves and excitement as I push my jeans down my legs, stepping out of them awkwardly.
I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my cotton panties, hesitating for just a heartbeat before pulling them down. The cool air kisses my most intimate places, and I resist the urge to cover myself with my hands. Instead, I straighten my spine and meet his eyes.
The hunger I see there steals my breath.
I lie back on the bed, my heart hammering so hard I’m certain he can hear it. The sheets feel cool against my heated skin. I’ve never felt so exposed, so vulnerable—and yet, strangely powerful under his gaze.
“Fuck,” Havoc growls, the sound more animal than human.
Havoc strips off his clothes. His shirt comes off first, revealing the full canvas of his tattooed torso. My eyes widen at the intricate designs covering his skin—flames and skulls and words I can’t read from here. The Wicked Sinners emblemspreads across his broad back as he turns to toss his shirt aside, and I stare transfixed at the play of muscles beneath his decorated skin.
His hands move to the button on his jeans, and my pulse quickens. Earlier, everything happened so fast—the rush of passion, my own inexperience—I hadn’t truly seen him. Now, as he pushes his jeans and boxers down in one fluid motion, I can’t look away.
My god.
He’s magnificent. Powerful thighs dusted with dark hair. Strong calves. Narrow hips. And his cock—thick and long and impossibly hard, curving up toward his abs. The trail of hair leading down to it makes my mouth go dry, and I remember the weight of him on my tongue, the taste of him.
“See something you like, baby girl?” His voice is rough with desire as he stands before me completely naked.
I nod, unable to form words. Every inch of him speaks of power—the broad shoulders, the muscular chest with those intricate tattoos, the strong arms that could easily pin me down. The lean waist and defined abs that disappear into a V leading to where he’s hard for me.
He’s all man. Solid, imposing, beautiful in a way that makes my heart hurt. The silver in his hair catches the light, and I realize I’m staring, drinking him in with wide eyes and parted lips.
The tattoos continue down his arms, telling stories I don’t yet know. On his chest, over his heart, there’s a design I can’t make out from here. The desire to trace each line with my fingers is clawing, to learn the map of his body with my hands and mouth.
Havoc moves toward me, his eyes never leaving mine as he kneels between my spread legs. I watch, breathless, as he settles his broad shoulders under my thighs. Up close, I can see thehunger in his eyes, turning the blue into something dark and primal.
“I need to taste you,” he growls, his breath hot against my most intimate place. “Need to feel you come on my tongue.”
Before I can respond, his mouth is on me. The first touch of his tongue sends a jolt through my entire being, and I cry out, arching up from the bed. It’s nothing like my own tentative explorations—his tongue is skilled, confident, knowing exactly where to press and when to retreat.
My mind goes completely blank. There’s nothing in the universe except Havoc’s mouth and what he’s doing to me. I look down and nearly come undone at the sight of his silver head between my thighs, his strong hands gripping my legs apart. The powerful president of the Wicked Sinners is devouring me like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.
“Oh god,” I cry as he finds a spot that makes me see stars. My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him against me. I’m shameless, needy, grinding against his face as tension builds impossibly fast inside me.
When he sucks my clit between his lips, I shatter. The orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, stealing my breath and my sanity in equal measure. I’m vaguely aware I’m calling his name, trembling uncontrollably as pleasure pulses through me.
“Good girl, coming so pretty for Daddy. So fucking responsive.”
As the tremors subside, he climbs up me, his cock heavy against my thigh. His fingers replace his mouth, rubbing slow circles around my still-sensitive clit.
