Page 59 of Maverick

I was failing at this. My cheeks burned with utter embarrassment.

“Princess,” he said, sitting up, voice thick with worry. “Talk to me.”

I stared at him, tears hovering in my eyes. “It hurts,” I admitted, choking on the words. “I know it’s silly. People do this every day, but I can’t…”

He exhaled slowly. “You’re not silly. Your body’s never done this before. It’s okay.”

But something about his expression shifted, a resolve hardening in those stormy eyes. “Trust me again?”

I kinda hesitated, then nodded. “Yes.”

He laid me back gently. “Sometimes… you just gotta rip the bandage off. That’s how it is in those books, right? The men take charge?”

My pulse kicked. “I guess so.” A tremor ran through me as he positioned himself again, one large hand bracing my hip. I knew what he planned to do. He didn’t plan to stop. Was I consenting to this?

“Look at me,” he commanded softly. “Breathe. Let me do this. I promise I’ll make it worth it.”

My throat was dry. I locked eyes with him, forcing myself to relax. Then, in one rough thrust, he broke through. The biker popped my cherry. The pain made me gasp, but this time, hedidn’t back off. He stilled inside me, letting me adjust, his hands gripping mine above my head. Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, but my mind clung to him, focusing on the warmth and weight of his body on top of mine, the sound of his ragged breathing.

“Oh, fuck me,” he groaned, his voice laced with pleasure and concern. “God, Lexi. Fuck, princess,” he rasped, voice strained. “You feel. God, you feel so goddamn good.”

I couldn’t form words. He felt so goddamn big. And I was too full. However, I couldn’t speak it. I let the sensations wash over me as I struggled for air, the initial shock ebbing. Slowly, a tingling warmth replaced the sting. But he moved, and I felt a raw friction that teetered between pain and something deeper.

“M-Maverick…”

He dipped his head to kiss me, swallowing my moan as he began a careful rhythm. Each thrust drew a stifled cry from me, until gradually, my cries shifted from those of pain to a wobbly sort of pleasure. My entire body felt lit from within. The fire was inside. Sensations I’d only ever read about burnt me alive.

“Good?” he panted, brow furrowed with concentration.

My tears mixed with a half-laugh. “Yeah… it’s… oh God…” My words dissolved into a gasp as he angled himself differently, hitting a spot that made me see stars. The ache was still there, but overshadowed by wave after wave of something new, something exhilarating.

Maverick’s grip tightened as he moved faster, reminding me of the fierce, possessive men in my novels when they claimed their women. A strangled groan left my lips, my body bowing upto meet his. The bed creaked beneath us, rose petals crushed to bits. The scent of them mingled with the musk of sweat and sex.

This was happening. The realization made my head spin.

“Lexi,” he growled, burying his face in the crook of my neck. “You’re mine.” His words vibrated through me, a benediction of sorts. I held his back, a surge of heat coiling low in my pussy.

My mind went hazy as our sex built to a climax.

Somewhere in that frenzy, he pressed his forehead to mine. “You’re mine now.Mine.You hear me, princess?”

“Yes,” I gasped, tears streaming down my face. Not from sadness, but from the overwhelming storm of sensations and emotions. “I’m yours.”

“Property patch or not,” he growled, each word punctuated by a heavy thrust that nearly done me in. “You belong to me… I belong to you.”

“Always,” I whimpered, meaning it in that moment with every fiber of my being.

A heartbeat later, he surged his dick into me harder than ever before. Despite the lingering sting, a rush of pleasure crested within me. Then, a wave of pleasure, like a deafening clap of thunder, slammed into me, a soundless roar that forced a cry from my throat.

The biker growled in response, gripping my hips as he sped to his own release. His body shook against mine, his muscles taut as he claimed me in the most primal way, his hot mess spilling into me.

It was done. No going back now.

For a few moments, we lay there, panting in unison, sweaty and tangled. My heart hammered so loud I thought it might burst. A swirl of emotions stormed inside me. Relief, triumph, soreness, warmth, a strange sense of pride. And more than that, love.

I’d done it. We’d done it.

Maverick whispered, “I love you.” Echoing my own feelings.

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