Page 124 of Speak No Claim

In one breath, he murmured, “I love you too, Hennessy. My crazy fucking girl.”

I didn’t get a chance to reply. Instead, he slammed his mouth onto mine.

Onyx

The steaming hot water rushed down our naked bodies as if it was cleaning off our families’ sins. We’d never be able to change what happened or to make it any better. We’d definitely never be able to forget.

Clutching the sides of her face, I steadied her until her back hit the tile in the shower.

To claim her, own her, worship her… fucking love her.

For a minute, I allowed her to take my breath away. In my eyes, she’d never looked so fucking beautiful, so goddamn breathtaking, so fucking mine. I gripped her wrists and held them above her head with one hand, while the other slid from her face down to her breasts, kneading them in my hand.

She moaned. I wouldn’t let up. I just kept kissing her, caressing her, whispering how much I loved her. Using my lips to wipe away all her tears, tasting her truths, her father’s sins, her vows to the Brotherhood.

Before another second slipped by, I kissed her for all the months I couldn’t, losing myself in her. It was almost like I was trying to kiss away her allegiance to the society. I never wanted this to happen to her, but I was strong enough to hold her demons with mine.

“Do you have any idea how many nights I’ve watched you, imagining all the things I wanted to do to you?” I pressed against her lips, causing her eyes to flutter open.

I trapped her gaze with mine. She triggered a profound carnal reaction from within me. Her lips were swollen and red, her skin warm and flushed, her hair tousled and flowing loosely all around her gorgeous face. I released her wrists, pulling a few strands of her hair away from her eyes, wanting nothing in the way of her surrendering stare.

I held her face between my hands, prepared to tell her what would always haunt my mind.

“I’ll always protect you, Hennessy. Do you understand that?”

“Yes…”

“You’re mine.”

“Yes…” She nodded, instinctively gripping my wrists, still cradling her face, providing me with the strength to keep going.

“I can’t lose you. Please tell me you know that?”

“I do. I swear it. Please make me yours…”

I didn’t have to be told twice, gliding my tongue into her mouth. She stirred, melting into my touch. I could feel her chest rising and falling against my torso. Her hard nipples firmly pressed against my tarnished skin and tattoos. I hadn’t even touched her yet, and she was already fucking melting, splitting at the seams for me. Exactly the way I wanted her to be.

“Onyx,” she panted, strangled and frantic.

That was my undoing. I dropped to my knees, dying to taste heaven. Sucking her sensitive clit into my mouth, she was now at my mercy, and I never intended to give it to her.

Through heated eyes, she pleaded, “Please…please…”

“Only because you asked so nicely.”

“Onyx…” She purred out my name, fisting my hair, using it as leverage to stay upright.

I made love to her with my tongue, working her clit side to side and up and down as she ground her hips in a back-and-forth motion against my lips and tongue. She was going to rip out my hair, making my cock throb so fucking hard, I started to fuck my fist.

She started coming down my throat and chest.

I watched her unravel from the inside, possessing every last fiber of her being.

I taunted, “Whose pretty little pussy is this?”

“It’s yours. It’s all yours.”

I grinned with her clit in my mouth. Her body shook so fucking violently from the pressure and pleasure, screaming out, “Onyx!”