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“Shh, I'm hungry, let me feast,” he growls, right before his mouth is on me, and I gasp at the feeling. His tongue moves in ways that brings me so many intense pleasures. I cry out, my hips buck, but Khan places his palm on my stomach to hold me still. He doesn’t stop and I feel the pleasure building until I can’t handle it any longer.

“Khan, please, I can’t,” I whimper. He hums and places a finger inside me. One movement and my entire body tenses, pleasure like I've never felt before ripping through me.

“Oh my!” I cry out. Khan moans and my body jerks, feeling over-sensitive as I come down from the intense climax. He kisses his way up my body until he takes my mouth. I can taste myself on him.

“Fucking delicious. A delectable desert and, baby, I always go in for seconds,” he confesses.

He positions himself between my legs, and I feel him at my entrance. “Right now though, I want to feel you come apart,” he states softly as slowly––inch by inch––he fills me. I gasp, feeling him stretch me. Khan groans deep in his throat. “Fuck, I forgot how tight you are,” he grits though his teeth. “Need to move, baby.” I don’t respond, too overwhelmed at the feeling of him inside me.

His hips start slowly rocking and that pleasure soon starts to return. “Fuck, you feel so damn good,” Khan moans, lifting my thigh over his hip as he rolls them. I grip my nails into his back as he increases his rhythm and I feel myself getting closer to that edge.

“Khan,” I pant.

“Yeah, I feel you, baby. Fuck,” he moans, leaning down, taking my mouth, kissing me as I climax, silencing my screams. He continues hard and fast, and I watch his muscles in his body tighten, his face pinched as he grips my hips, slamming himself inside me.

“Shit, fuck,” he groans, pulling out as he climaxes, covering my stomach, his chest rising and falling as he get his breathing under control. His eyes on me are hooded, and slowly he moves his hand across my stomach, spreading himself over my body, over my breasts. “Mine, you're mine, Talitha. No one else will ever hurt you, no one else will ever fucking touch what is mine.”

Tears sting my eyes. I reach up and pull him closer, and leaning on his forearms, he strokes my hair away from my face. His blue eyes look at me so intently, so lovingly. I smile softly. “I love you, Khan.” His body goes stiff, and I see the fear flash through his eyes. “I love you so much, and I know you do too. I feel it and I see it. I know you may not want to say it but that’s okay because I already know.” I place a soft kiss on his mouth, and he deepens the kiss. His tongue sweeps across mine and I moan. Without warning, he pushes forward and fills me to the hilt.

“Khan,” I breathe. He smiles against my lips.

“I love you, Talitha. You’ve had me scared shitless, but fuck, hearing you say those words to me… fuck, they scare me more––”

I interrupt him. “I… I'm sorry, I…”

He cuts me off, kissing me. “Shut the fuck up, baby. Your words scare the shit out of me because no one has ever said them to me. The way you look at me, the way you make me feel,” he says as he slowly rocks in and out of me. “This, right here, I have never felt with anyone but you,” he rasps. “This is us, this is scary, but fuck it’s incredible,” he says before kissing me.

Chapter Thirty

Khan

I swear, if I could have stayed buried deep inside her continuously, I would. That beautiful, shy, innocent woman has turned into a fucking sex demon, and I am loving every fucking second of it.

Laying there, her sprawled across me fast asleep, I hear the movement of the brothers outside the door, packing, ready to take on the cult. I stroke my fingers through her hair. I haven’t told her. For the first time since we were at the cabin, she is carefree again. if anything was to go wrong, I have that. I will always have that.

There’s a knock on my door and Rubble sticks his head in, smiling. I hold my finger to my lips to quieten him, not wanting to disturb her.

“It’s time, brother,” he whispers quietly. I nod and slowly move out from under her. She moans in her sleep, nestling into my pillow. I smile and kiss the top of her head. I pull on my jeans and T-shirt, not bothering to shower. I want her scent on me while we fight them, while we gut them. I grab my Kutte off the back of the chair and quietly leave the room, not looking back, because if I do, I won’t leave her.

I meet the brothers outside. “You sure you're ready for this?” Rip asks.

I nod my head. “Let’s do this.”

We load up and pull out of the compound, no one is talking, no jokes. The mood is dark and murderous. My thoughts are filled with her, fuelling my desire to kill every last one of them.

We meet Dreads and his men at the check point. Moving out, we surround the camp. Parked up, we sit in silence and await the signal. Rubble leans in, whispering, “I will get you back to her, brother. Whatever shit may happen tonight, you get your ass back to her.”

I look at him and frown. “What about you?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “Ain’t nothing waiting for me back there, it’s only me. I will have your backs. Promise me, brother, if I tell you to fucking go, you go.”

I laugh and shake my head. “You're talking shit. We are a brotherhood, we stick together. None of us would ever leave you behind, fucking dumbass.”

“Not a dumbass. Seeing Wes go, seeing the devastation it caused… Just do it for me, for Talitha. I've told each brother the same, you all have something to live for, fuck the brotherhood…” I don’t get to respond to him, the signal to move out comes through and Rubble jumps out of the truck.

“Fuck.”

Chapter Thirty-One

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