We move together. Pushing. Pulling. A balance that I have only felt with him.
The last of my nightmare disappears, leaving behind only light, the darkness chased away by the rough slide of his cock inside me. He’s not gentle and I don’t want him to be.
“Turner,” I mewl his name. “Yes,” I gasp, “don’t stop.”
He grips my hip and tilts it just slightly. Perfectly.
When he slams inside of me again, burying himself deep, he hits the spot inside me that has stars falling around me like fireworks. “Fuck,” the word comes out as a groan, low and husky. “Right there.”
“I’ve got you, Angel,” he growls the words and I feel them flowing through me and pushing me closer to the edge.
“Need your cum,” I pant out the words, something taking root in the depth of my soul. Something special. Something sacred.
He grunts, “I’m going to give you every drop.”
The sound of our moans mix with the sound of our skin slapping together. He fucks me hard and fast, pushing and chasing.
“Graycie,” his voice is strained, “your sweet cunt is begging me for my cum. Gonna put my baby in your belly, tie you to me, claim you for forever,” his words are broken puffs of air mixed with growls and need.
His words make my orgasm rip through me. My nails dig into the skin at the nape of his neck as my eyes roll back in my head. He fucks me right through my pleasure, heightening it to the edge of it being too much.
My entire body feels like a live wire, like I’m electrified and just waiting to be grounded.
Turner takes my mouth in a kiss which is beautiful in its devastation, and brutality. It’s all snarls and teeth and feral need. When I moan into the kiss, he swallows down the sound and thrusts into me once, twice, and then buries himself deep.
I feel every jet of his cum with a clarity that has me clinging to him. I ride the aftershocks of my pleasure, the walls of my channel milking his length as he roars out my name.
I’m a panting mess, the air sawing in and out of my lungs. The bliss rushing through me ebbs just enough to make it feel like I’m no longer free falling.
“Mine,” he growls against my lips before he sucks my lower lip into his mouth and nips at it like he can’t help himself. “You’re mine, Graycie-girl.”
“Yours,” my words are choppy with my labored breathing.
My limbs feel heavy and I cling to him, not wanting to let go of him, needing to keep him close. His murmured words, soft and sweet filter through and take root.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” his breath fans over my skin. “Watching you fall apart for me is a fucking gift. You have no idea how grateful I am that you trust me with your body. I’ll have your heart and soul soon, too.”
His words don’t feel like a threat, they feel like a vow.
I sink into the feeling, the nightmare forgotten. Those fears are crushed under the weight of our pleasure, of the connection between us.
It’s there like ink under my skin. It binds us and pulls us together.
And words of love, the same ones I blurted out carelessly and pulled back in fear, are on the tip of my tongue begging to be spoken aloud and given wings. I hold them back, for now.
But I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to.
My man deserves to know how I feel. I should tell him he’s my everything, but the thought evaporates as a dreamless sleep pulls me under. I let it, knowing I’m safe in my biker’s arms.
CHAPTER 24
SNAKE
Everyone is keyed up as we sit in church because we all know Ryker has news to share and my gut is screaming at me that’s it has to do with Graycie. I can’t help but glare at my Prez because he didn’t pull me aside and fill me in first.
If we weren’t sitting in this room, which I consider hallowed ground, I would beat the fuck out the man. He might be my best friend, my brother, my Prez, but I’m barely holding myself backfrom letting him know just how pissed off I am at him.
My woman is in danger, I can feel the truth of it buzzing under my skin, but I’m in the dark. I fucking hate it.
