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If I could speak, I’d say it right back.

His chest rose and fell against mine. I turned my head, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. His skin smelled like sex and roses. I let out an unstable laugh, half delirious from the rush.

“That was…” I started but couldn’t find a word.

He pressed a kiss to my temple, still catching his breath. “Yeah… it sure was.” Then he eased out of me. A fresh wave of soreness spread between my thighs, but it wasn’t as sharp as before.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, cheeks flushing at the memory of me running from him mid-act. “I kind of freaked out.”

Maverick cupped my face, forcing me to look at him. “Don’t be sorry. It’s your first time. I just,” He exhaled. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

I managed a smile. “It was worth it,” I whispered, and I meant it. Even with the pain, I felt… liberated, somehow.

I had trusted him to see me at my most vulnerable, and he didn’t let me down.

He let out a quiet laugh. “Thank you for trusting me, princess.” Then, with a smirk, he murmured, “I guess this meansthe property patch is official. You’re really mine now. No going back.”

My stomach flipped at the possessive edge to his voice, though it sent a thrill through me. I might’ve bristled at being called property once, but here, wrapped in his arms, I found it oddly comforting.

He wants to protect me. Cherish me. Right now, that’s all I can ask for.

He carefully shifted onto his side, drawing me against his chest. I curled into him, listening to the steady beat of his heart. The afterglow pulsed through my limbs, mingling with the ache and the swirl of emotions. When did my life become a romance novel? A small grin tugged at my lips. Maybe it always was, and I just never realized it.

“Sleep, princess,” he whispered, pressing a final kiss to my hair.

Exhaustion dragged me under. For once, no nightmares hovered at the edges. Instead, I drifted into a deep, satiated slumber, lulled by the warmth of Maverick’s body and the beating of his heart. My unlikely hero, my biker, my mean outlaw who’d just shown me more tenderness than I ever knew possible.

Chapter 32

Maverick

I lay on my side, staring at Lexi’s sleeping form in the soft glow of the hotel lamp. The night felt still around us, the hush of the upscale room almost unreal compared to the rough roads and clubhouse bunks I was used to. My heart still thundered from what we had done only moments earlier. Every breath she took reminded me that this wasn’t a dream. Or if it was, I never wanted to wake up.

I had taken her as gently as I knew how, but with a hunger I couldn’t leash. It had started right after we checked into the resort, a place far more polished than any outlaw biker like me should have deserved. I scattered those rose petals, popping cheap champagne, determined to give her something sweet, something special, because she was worth more than the dingy clubhouse mattress or the back of my Harley. She needed softness and a hint of romance, even if I had to fake being that guy.

Perhaps I was that guy for her.

When she stepped out of the bathroom in that plush white robe, hair damp and curling around her shoulders, I almost forgot how to breathe.Fuck,I had thought,she’s so beautiful.My entire chest ached. I never felt that way before… not with Sky, not with anyone. Lexi was different. She looked atme like she trusted me, like the rest of the world’s danger didn’t exist for one fleeting night.

And she trusted me with her virginity, something I won’t lie and say it didn’t turn me on one hundred times more. My princess would be all mine, only mine. My dick throbbed as I saw every new inch of her skin. She trembled, but the desire in her eyes was stronger than her fear. God, I wanted to devour her, but I forced myself to take it slow.

I had guided her to the bed. I reached for the small bottle of massage oil I’d found in the courtesy basket, warmed it in my hands, and coaxed her onto her stomach. It took everything in me not to go for her plump ass first.

My palms skimmed across her back, pressing out knots I hadn’t realized she carried. She moaned, the sound muffled by a pillow. My pulse was deafening, but I kept focusing on her comfort as I explored her soft curves. If this was her first time, I refused to let anything overshadow it.

Eventually, I helped her turn over, marveling at how she looked. A work of art, like one of those Greco-Roman paintings, a goddess splayed against the rose petals, hair fanned around her. Her large natural breasts gave way to a soft feminine belly showing my property patch. Between her thick thighs, her snatch was void of any hair. And I knew it had been untouched. Her skin was as breathtaking as marble. I slid my hands down her waist, careful to avoid pressing too hard near the fresh tattoo as I gave the front of her body as much attention as I’d given the back.

My cock throbbed in my jeans, almost painful.

Keeping them on, I took my time and kissed every inch of her tender skin. My head bent to her thighs and my tongue swept her wet folds, lapping up her honied desire. She moanedmy name, and I rushed up to kiss her, making her own sweet wetness mix with the champagne dryness. That was when I felt her melt under me, her arms wrapping around my neck.

Straining back, I lost my pants, watching her eyes capture the moment. Her sly grin, her eyes twinkling with want as she took in my enormous cock, was fuel for my fire.

She looked strained for a moment, but I murmured, “I’ve got you, princess,” and she relaxed. We kissed, things heated up fast, and my brain kinda short-circuited. I could only think with my dick. My cock ached for her, and I pressed it against her clit. She whimpered, half with anticipation, half with nerves, I could tell.

Hell, yeah, I was going to fuck her raw. She was mine, and I planned to enjoy her untouched pussy to the fullest extent. I tried to be gentle at first, guiding myself slowly. Goddamn, I was about to explode already when I charged into her hot vice. She gasped, tears gathering in her eyes. Though busting her cherry was my cock’s singular mission, the thought of hurting her made me uneasy.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered hoarsely, ready to withdraw. But she insisted she wanted this. Her voice trembled yet was resolute. She’d read enough biker romances to guess how it sometimes went, fast and rough. I asked if she truly wanted me to do it that way, and she gave me a panicky nod.

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