Page 41 of Her Possessive Bikers

His pace quickens even more, hips snapping against mine with a fervor that sends me over the edge. “Let go for me, baby,” he urges.

And then I do. My body convulses around him, pleasure exploding in waves that leave me breathless and trembling. “Kyler!” I cry out, clinging to him as my orgasm crashes through me.

He groans loudly, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Fuck, Indy... I’m so close.”

I look up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, still coming down from my high. “Don’t pull out,” I say softly. “I’m on birth control... and I’m clean.”

His eyes widen slightly but then darken with a fierce intensity. “Are you sure?” he asks, his voice strained.

“Positive,” I assure him, cupping his face in my hands. “I want to feel you.”

That’s all it takes. With a guttural moan, he drives into me one last time before finding his release. His whole body shudders as he spills inside me, calling out my name in a voice filled with raw need and satisfaction.

“Indy, fuck,” he breathes out again, collapsing against me as the last tremors of pleasure fade away.

We lie there for a moment, both of us catching our breath and reveling in the afterglow. His weight is comforting on top of me; it feels grounding after such an intense experience.

“Damn,” Kyler finally says with a chuckle, lifting his head to look at me. “That was... incredible.”

I grin up at him, feeling giddy and content. “Yeah,” I agree. “It really was.”

He rolls off of me but keeps one arm draped over my waist, pulling me close against his side. We lie there in comfortable silence for a while longer before he speaks again.

"Oh shit, your stitches," I blurt out, suddenly remembering the injury that brought Kyler to my doorstep in the first place.

He laughs, his chest vibrating against mine. "Totally worth it if I busted them," he says, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and contentment.

I push myself up on my elbows to get a better look at him. "You’re serious? You’d risk tearing your stitches for this?"

His grin widens, and he reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "For you? Absolutely."

I roll my eyes but can't help the smile that tugs at my lips. "You're impossible."

"Maybe," he admits, pulling me back down to lie beside him. "But you like it."

I can't argue with that. We lie there in comfortable silence for a few moments longer before reality starts to creep back in. The clubhouse, the rival gang, the danger—all of it looms over us like a dark cloud.

"You should probably go," I say softly, hating how the words taste in my mouth.

Kyler sighs but nods. "Yeah, I know." He leans over and plants a gentle kiss on my forehead before rolling out of bed.

I watch as he gathers his clothes, each movement graceful and deliberate. The sight of him standing there, shirtless andslightly disheveled, makes my heart ache. As much as I want him to stay, I know it’s better this way.

He pulls on his jeans and then pauses, looking at me with an intensity that makes my breath catch. "You okay?" he asks, concern lacing his voice.

"Yeah," I say, forcing a smile. "More than okay."

Kyler walks over to me and cups my face in his hands. His touch is warm and reassuring. "You’re stronger than you think, Indy," he murmurs.

"I know," I whisper back, leaning into his touch.

He gives me one last lingering kiss before finally stepping away. I watch as he heads for the door, pausing only once to glance back at me with those piercing green eyes.

"Goodnight," he says softly.

"Goodnight," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.

As the door closes behind him, the room feels colder and emptier without his presence. I lie back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as thoughts of Kyler swirl in my mind. The night had been unexpected but unforgettable—an experience that left me feeling both exhilarated and vulnerable.

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