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But when she tugs at my boxers, I know I may lose all control. I bite down on my inner cheek to keep from coming too soon. This is a dream come true, and the idea of it not being good for her doesn’t sit well with me.

She gasps when my hardened cock flops out onto my stomach, and she notices the Prince Albert piercing.

“Oh,” she whispers as she grips me in her hand, and I almost come, right then and there.

“It doesn’t hurt.” I don’t know why I say it, but I’m finding it hard to focus and keep myself from losing it.

Her tongue darts out, and she flicks her tongue over the tip sending waves of pleasure shooting through me. From my toes all the way up to the top of my head.

“Harley,” I croak, and she stops and glances up at me. “I need to be inside you,” I tell her honestly. “I can’t hold back.”

A soft giggle escapes her plump lips, and the corner of her mouth tilts upward. “Okay.”

We move in sync, as Harley lays back and I hover over her, nestled between her thighs. “You tell me if you want me to stop,” I murmur as my cock nudges her opening. “Okay?”

“Okay,” she whispers with a nod. And then, I’m sliding into her. The tight heat that wraps around me has me biting my lip so hard I taste blood, and I lose myself in the moment until I’m fully seated

Harley feels like heaven and hell, forgiveness and retribution. She’s holding on tightly to me, her hands around my neck, and when I pull away slightly, she whimpers.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. Just don’t go so slowly,” she mumbles as her hips lift against mine, and I thrust back in, harder than before. Harley’s hiss of yesss is the response I’m hoping for.

Our bodies fit together so easily. And our initial nervousness gives way to a deeper connection. It’s not about perfection. It’s about being together and sharing this moment. I can feel the love and trust between us growing stronger with every touch, every kiss, and every thrust.

“Harley,” I whisper against her cheek. “I may not have been your first, but my God I’ll be your last.” It’s a promise.

I reach between us, finding her clit and circling it with my thumb. Her walls pulse around me as I fuck her harder and harder. My body moves faster the closer I get to my own release, and her body responds in kind.

When we finally come, together, I look into her eyes and see the love shining in them. It’s taken us far too long, but we got here in the end, and that’s all that matters.

“I didn’t think anything could feel so good,” Harley whispers against my neck as her fingers draw over the ink on my chest. “This is what perfection feels like.”

Afterwards, we lie together in each other’s arms, our breathing slowly returning to normal. Harley rests her head on my chest, and I hold her close, feeling a sense of contentment I’ve never known before.

“It was worth the wait,” she murmurs, her voice filled with awe. “Thank you, Hadrian.”

I smile, pressing a kiss to her hair. “Thank you, Harley. For trusting me. For being with me. This is just the beginning for us.”

She nods, her eyes closing as she nestles closer. “I can’t wait to see what the future holds.”

I watch her as she falls asleep, the soft rise and fall of her chest a soothing rhythm. In this moment, everything feels right. The challenges we face and the decisions we have to make all seem more manageable with Harley by my side.

As I drift off, I know that whatever comes our way, we’ll face it together. And that’s all that matters.

SEVENTEEN

REV

The next morning, Hades, Racer and I head back to Belfast. The drive to the airport is filled with a sense of dread, but there’s also hope. I’m not running away. Instead, I’m facing up to my responsibilities, trying to find a way to balance the two worlds that mean so much to me.

Once we’ve landed, we pick up our bikes from the long-stay car park and head into the city. It immediately feels like I’m back home as the chaos of Belfast envelops me in its heavy cloak. The streets are bustling, and the air is filled with the sounds of car horns, distant laughter, and the occasional siren. It’s strange how you can leave a place, but it never really leaves you.

Riding our bikes through the narrow streets, the wind whips past me as we head towards the clubhouse. The familiar sights and sounds of the city are a stark contrast to the inner turmoil I feel. My mind is still stuck on the girl back in England, and the hours Hades and I spent questioning our father keep replaying in my head.

The clubhouse comes into view, its weathered exterior is familiar, calming some of the anxiety in my gut. The trees that form the backdrop to the garden are a welcome reminder of the summer days spent outside with the family I’ve found.

We park our bikes and head inside, the scent of leather, smoke, and beer hitting me as soon as I step through the door. The place is alive with laughter, banter, and the clinking of glasses. The rowdiness is comforting.

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