Page 13 of Claimed By the Rebel

“I can, and I do,” he replies. “You, Aurora, are worthy of taking up space. You don’t have to apologize for existing,” he murmurs. His words echo in my mind, though I can’t quite accept them.

“But… I’m…”

“A warrior,” he finishes for me. I furrow my brow, not expecting that. “You’re stronger than you know. Beneath that strength, is a fragile heart I want to protect, if you’ll let me.”

“Why?” I’ve asked this before, but he hasn’t given me an answer I understand yet.

“You are valuable. Precious. Every new piece of your story you give me only draws me closer to you.”

“Me?” I whisper, tilting my head up so our noses are almost touching.

“You,” he says meaningfully.

“How–”

Razor cuts me off with a kiss. He cups my face and holds me still while he drinks down my protests. We’re both gasping for air when we finally break apart.

“You are everything I never knew I needed,” he tells me, his breath tickling my lips. Razor’s deep brown eyes sparkle with little golden flecks, his face softening as he holds my gaze.

“You… want me?” I squeak out. I realize I sound like a broken record, but I just can’t wrap my mind around everything that’s happened in just a few short days. I met this man a week ago and now…

Razor chuckles and leans down, his forehead resting on mine. “You don’t seem to believe my words, so why don’t I show you how much I want you?”

I barely get the chance to agree before his lips are on mine again. The kiss is slower this time, more deliberate and focused. Razor slips his hands under the hem of my shirt and teases me with light, barely-there touches as he sips from my mouth, drawing out a soft moan from somewhere deep inside of me.

He continues trailing his massive hands up my body, inching my shirt up as he goes. Razor brushes his thumbs across the underside of my breasts, causing an unexpected shiver to run through me.

Razor groans into our kiss, the vibrations running through me and settling in my lower belly, creating an intense pressure. His tongue slowly drags across the roof of my mouth, making me whimper as he pulls away. I automatically follow him, wanting more of this slow burn.

He smirks at me, his eyes growing dark and heavy with desire. “Patience, beautiful. I’ll give you everything, but I’m going to do it my way.” Razor untangles himself from me, standing up and holding out his hand. “Will you give me control, Aurora?”

I look up at him, the fog of lust clearing just enough to consider his question. I’ve been controlled my whole life. It’s only recently I realized how much. Only leaving the compound to run errands, cleaning the clubhouse from top to bottom every day under threat of violence, and being made to feel like my presence is unappreciated at best, and unwanted at worst… I shouldn’t be so willing to jump into something with a man asking me to give up control. Still, my first instinct is to fall into Razor’s arms and tell him he can do whatever he wants to me.

Sensing the war raging inside, Razor’s eyes soften ever so much. “Giving up control is its own kind of freedom if you trust the person you’re giving it to. Do you trust me?”

He's asked me that before, and each time my first thought is yes. I trust him with all of me. "I trust you, Razor," I whisper, taking his outstretched hand. He pulls me up so we're face to face, and then Razor breathes me in before placing a sweet kiss on the side of my neck.

He inches my shirt up once again, higher and higher until he finally lifts it over my head. His lips immediately latch onto my breast, sucking at my nipple and rubbing his tongue on the sensitive peak.

“So fucking beautiful, Aurora. So beautiful when you give in to me. So beautiful when you let me love you like this.”

Love? Did he say love?

Before I can even process his words, Razor pulls away from me. Did he mean to say that? Is he freaking out? Does he…

My world turns upside down – literally – as Razor tosses me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. I shriek and then laugh, kicking out my legs. Apparently, he's unfazed by what he just said. I'll have time to worry about it later. Right now, I need his touch more than I need his answers.

Razor tosses me down on the bed, making my extra weight jiggle. I cover up my belly, the familiar rush of self-doubt rushing through my system. How could I possibly measure up to the shredded, sexy, beastly man standing before me?

He growls before he kneels over me with one knee on the bed. Razor grabs my wrists and pins them above my head with one of his massive hands, while the other hand slides down my body, tracing the contours of my chest, my torso, and my rounded belly.

“You’re perfect. Thought I made that clear. I guess I’ll have to show you that, too, Aurora,” he whispers into my lips.

I think he’s going to kiss me, but instead, Razor rubs his nose against mine before trailing his lips and nose down my neck, over my collarbone, between my breasts, and lower, lower, lower…

He nips at the soft flesh of my belly, sending a jolt of electricity to my throbbing clit, followed by a warm rush of wetness dripping out of my pussy. Razor takes a deep breath and lets go of my wrists, sliding the rest of the way down my body so he can focus on my pussy.

“I fucking smell how much you want me,” he growls, spreading my thighs apart and running his nose up and down my slit. I close my eyes, not sure what to do with his attention. Some animalistic sound rumbles out of him. I can feel his need as it vibrates through me, making my nipples and clit ache. I feel my channel clench as more of my arousal leaks out.

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