Page 49 of Hatter

He turned to face me, his eyes showing a mixture of tenderness and desire. “This room is more than just a place to sleep. It’s a symbol of our shared commitment, the beginning of our journey together. Here, we’ll face whatever life throws at us, side by side.”

“I know you explained before that to your club and other people it will be like we’re married. I guess I just…” I still couldn’t believe this badass biker was including me in his future, in his world.

Hatter cupped my cheek in his rough hand. “I told you before, you’re a part of my family now. You’ve earned your place here. But more than that, there’s no one else I want beside me. You’re my woman, Jo. My… everything.”

His words sent chills down my spine, stirring up emotions I thought I’d buried long ago. I had spent so much time struggling to survive, trying to outrun the monsters that haunted my past, and now, here I was… finally finding a home, a sense of belonging. And a man who loved me.

“Thank you, Hatter,” I said, gazing into his intense eyes. “I won’t let you down, I promise.”

“I’m not worried about that.”

And in that moment, standing in the dimly lit room that seemed to hold the very essence of Hatter’s soul, I knew -- deep down -- that I had found something worth fighting for. What we had was still new, but in time, I had no doubt we’d forge an unbreakable bond.

Hatter pulled me closer, his lips claiming mine in a searing kiss that burned away everything but the two of us. We were one, united in love, trust, and determination…

The flickering candlelight danced across Hatter’s face, shadows carving out the sharp lines of his cheeks and jaw. My heart clenched tight, overflowing with feelings I never thought possible.

“Jo,” he whispered, his voice husky, drawing me in like a moth to the flame. “I need you to know how much you mean to me. When I say I love you, I mean it. When I say you’re my one and only, I’m not just tossing words out carelessly.”

His words squeezed my heart even tighter. My throat felt like it was full of gravel as I tried to speak, but I had to let him know. “Hatter,” I croaked, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes, “I trust you… with my life, with my heart. I love you.”

A warm, gentle smile spread across his lips. His hands reached up, cradling my face like it was something precious. I could feel the rough calluses against my skin, telling stories of battles fought and won, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

My world narrowed down to just us as he pressed his mouth against mine once more. The kiss deepened, filled with passion and urgency. He brought us closer together until there was no space left between us. Our hearts beat wildly, pounding out a rhythm that echoed in my ears, drowning out everything else.

The room seemed to hum with energy, the air crackling like a live wire as we stood there, breathing each other in. Our gazes locked, neither one of us willing to break away, as we began fumbling to undress each other like it was the most important thing in the world.

“Jo,” Hatter whispered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated deep in my chest, “I never thought I’d find anyone who could make me feel this way.”

“Me neither,” I breathed, my heart thumping so hard I was sure it’d burst right out of my chest.

As I peeled back the layers of fabric that separated us, revealing the hard planes and muscles that made up his body, I couldn’t help but marvel at how far we’d come. From the broken girl who stumbled into the path of the Underland MC, to standing here now, ready to bare it all for the man who owned my heart.

“Let me worship you, darlin’,” Hatter murmured, his fingers ghosting over my skin, sending shivers down my spine. His touch was gentle, reverent, like he was afraid I’d shatter if he pressed too hard. But I wasn’t glass, and I needed him to know that I trusted him completely.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice ragged and desperate, “Show me how much you love me.”

He moved with renewed purpose, exploring every curve and hollow of my body, his hands leaving trails of fire in their wake. He whispered words of devotion against my skin, promises of forever that I clung to like a lifeline.

“Never going to let you go,” he vowed, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re mine, and I’m yours. Til death do us part.”

Was he making a wedding vow to me? My heart skipped a beat as the weight of his words settled over me.

“Yes, Sebastian. I’m yours, forever.”

I trembled under Hatter’s touch, every nerve alight with desire. His fingers traced patterns on my skin, like he was reading the map of a world he’d discovered for the first time. It felt like I was flying, my senses heightened as pleasure coursed through me.

“God, Jo,” Hatter breathed in my ear, his voice husky and urgent. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

The hunger in his voice sent shivers down my spine. I reached up, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling him close, our lips crashing together with desperate need. Our connection deepened with each kiss, each caress, until it felt like we were two souls joined as one.

“Show me, Hatter,” I whispered, my voice low and trembling. “Show me what it means to be loved by you.”

“I’ll show you everything.” His gaze burned intensely as he stared down at me.

And then there was no more talking, no more words. There was just us, our bodies moving in perfect harmony as we came together. The world outside ceased to exist, replaced by the sound of our breaths mingling and the beat of our hearts racing.

“Mine,” Hatter said possessively, his hands griping me tightly as if he’d never let go.

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