Page 13 of Devil's Valentine

Lust.

Exactly what I want to see on my woman’s face.

“This isn’t a one-time fuck,” I tell her bluntly as I toe off my boots and undo my belt, the buckle making a clanging sound as I undo my jeans and let them drop to the floor.

Her eyes rove over me like she has no idea where to look. Fucking perfect.

She asks absently, “It isn’t?”

“No,” my voice is hard, unyielding. “I’m claiming you. The next time I’m in Church at the club, I’ll make it official for the club, but this,” I motion between us, “is happening and it’s permanent.”

She swallows hard and blinks a few times before she starts to nod. “Permanent,” there’s a far-off quality to her voice, like she’s caught in a trance, and I can’t help but smile.

“That’s right, Sugar,” my tone is coaxing as I lean over her and start to undress her.

Eagerness fills me with every inch of skin I uncover. Her jeans are tight on her ass and thighs, like they’re painted on; and bothare so juicy that I want to take a bite out of her. I’m sure I will at some point, but not tonight.

Tonight is all about claiming my woman and showing her that I’m all in when it comes to her. She might not fully believe my words, but that’s okay.

I just need a little bit of time. I’ll prove it to her.

And then we’ll have the future we’re meant to have.

When she’s down to just her bra and panties, it’s as if she comes back to herself and a blush starts to crawl up from the top of her round tits and up her neck. “Dean,” she murmurs, “you don’t think this is kind of fast? You talking about claiming and it being permanent? What do you mean, Church? Like a wedding?”

I chuckle softly and crawl up her body, covering it with my own. She arches up into me, pressing more of her bare flesh against my own. I swear tingles cover me wherever we’re touching and it’s something I’ve never experienced before.

There’s no doubt in my mind that it’ll only ever be this way for her. My woman. My Scarlett.

“I don’t give a fuck if it’s fast. You’re mine,” I growl.

I slam my lips down on hers, swallowing her protests and the sweet whimpers coming from the back of her throat. Fuck, I need her. My cock is begging me to be buried inside of her tight, wet heat.

Pulling my lips back just enough to get the words out, my voice hoarse with need, “Yes, I’m claiming you. I knew I would yesterday when I saw you. There will be no one else for me now. Only you.”

“Wow,” she whispers and there’s so much wonder in that one word I find myself almost chuckling.

“Church is what we call both the club’s meeting space and the meetings. It’s not like a wedding in a religious church but claiming you at the table is just as binding in my world. You’ll be mine, under my protection and then, by extension, the club’s protection. No one will be able to hurt you or touch you. You’ll be my Old Lady, just like the women you’ve met at Crescent Sugar. The club will be your family.”

Scarlett’s eyes well up with tears which has my heart pounding and my mind racing wondering what the fuck I did and said wrong. There’s so much hope when she finally blurts, “I’ll have family again?”

My entire body softens, and I press small kisses to her forehead, her chin, both of her eyelids, her cheeks, nose, and then her lips. “You’ll have the most badass family you could ever want or need. They’ll have your back and I’ll be right at your side.”

The laughter that bubbles up out of my woman has me pulling back from her slightly and staring down at her in wonder. She’s fucking gorgeous when she laughs.

“I think you might be more than a little crazy, Dean,” there’s amusement in her voice, “but I don’t think I can turn down everything you’re offering. Maybe that makes me a little crazy too.”

“Oh,” I tease, “I’ll show you crazy.”

With that warning, I devour her mouth, one of my elbows supporting my body over hers as the other starts to roam her curves. She’s soft and I know she’ll be as sweet as she feels whenI finally taste her. I reach down, gripping where her lace panties hug her hip and snap it.

She gasps into my mouth, but all I do is smirk before kissing along her jaw and then down the delicate curve of her neck. “I’ll buy you all the lace panties you want, Sugar. I’m going to be destroying a lot of pairs of them.”

I shift, switching my arms, and rip the other hip of her panties. She tips her head back and arches her back as if she’s offering me her delectable tits.

Don’t have to ask me twice.

When I reach behind her, I undo the hooks of her bra before tugging the very offensive fabric away from her. It was hiding my woman’s lush globes from me and that is just unacceptable.

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