Page 65 of Scorched King

JD

I guided Sasha into my bedroom, the hardwood floors creaking beneath our feet. Moonlight spilled through the bulletproof windows, casting silver shadows across the king size bed.

Her eyes scanned the space, lingering on the bed that dominated the room. She spun to face me, her voice soft but unwavering. “Where’s Jeanne?”

“I told her to stay in the clubhouse tonight. It’s just you and me here, darlin’.” I stepped closer, my voice dropping to a low growl. “Just us. No interruptions.”

Sasha’s eyes widened, but to her credit, she didn’t retreat. She was playing with fire, and damn well knew it. Her pulse quickened visibly at her throat, her breathing turning shallow. I reached out, tracing the bruises on her neck with a gentle touch that hid the storm raging inside me.

If I could, I’d kill him over and over until every mark faded.

The idea that she would still choose me despite everything stirred emotions I’d buried since Malia’s death. Dangerous feelings. And yet, I was still going to cross a line I’d sworn never to cross again.

“JD…” she started, but I silenced her with a finger to her lips. Hearing my name on her lips undid me every time.

“Shh, baby. Enough talking. Tonight, I’m making you mine.” I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear. “Just feel.”

I spun her around, my hands gripping her hips. I leaned down, my breath hot on her neck, my teeth grazing her skin. A shiver worked through her, a quiet gasp escaping her lips. I smiled, knowing that was all me. I was going to drive her wild.

My hands roamed roughly over her body, demanding and possessive. Through the thin fabric of her shirt, my thumbs brushed her nipples as I cupped her breasts. She arched into my touch, a moan escaping her lips. I pinched her nipples, rolling them between my fingers, drawing out a cry from deep within her.

Unable to wait, I yanked the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head in one swift motion. With her back to me, her scars were on full display. I could never take back what had been done to her, but I could spend the rest of my life making her forget.

I bent to worship her scars, tracing each delicate line with reverent kisses and gentle strokes of my tongue. She tensed, trying to pull away, but I held her firm.

“You’re beautiful, Sasha,” I murmured against her skin. “Every inch of you. Don’t ever fucking doubt that.”

These scars weremyfailure, and each one I kissed came with a silent promise. Never again. No one would touch her, harm her, or threaten her again.

Mine.

I untied the drawstring of her pajama pants, pushing them down her hips. She eagerly stepped out of them, her breath hitching as I hooked my thumbs into her panties, pulling them down too. Needing to see her face, I turned her around, my eyes raking over her naked body, every curve and line begging to be touched, to be claimed. I had spent so much time trying to block out how perfect she was, it was practically like seeing her again for the very first time.

I lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist instinctively. The few steps to the bed seemed endless before I tossed her down, watching her bounce with wide-eyed surprise. I grinned, a dark, hungry smile. This was going to be fun.

From the foot of the bed, my gaze locked onto Sasha’s. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, while anticipation and nervousness danced in her eyes. I reached down, grabbed the edge of my own shirt, and pulled it off. Her eyes widened, taking in the tattoos that covered my chest and arms, not to mention the scars that marked much of the ugly parts of my life.

“This what you’ve been pushing for, little girl?” My voice rumbled low as my lips curved into a knowing smirk. It was time to focus on the future.

She swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes.”

I undid my belt, the leather sliding through the loops with a hiss as her gaze followed my every movement. Her breath hitched as I popped the button on my jeans, forcing me to tighten mymouth to keep from grinning. My pants hit the floor, leaving me in nothing but my briefs.

I grabbed myself as her gaze lingered on the bulge, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

“Fuck. I want to feel those lips wrapped around my dick.”

I crawled onto the bed, stalking her like a predator. Though she scooted back, her eyes never left mine. I grabbed her ankle, pulling her beneath me. She gasped, her hands flying up to grip my shoulders.

It was all I could do not to lean in and push my cock between those lush lips until I hit the back of her throat.

Instead, I dipped down, my mouth finding hers in a fierce, demanding kiss. She melted into me, her body pressing against mine.

I trailed kisses down her neck while my hands explored her body, making a fresh mental map of every single curve. She arched into my touch, her breath coming in soft gasps. She cried out when my mouth found one of her nipples, sucking and biting until she whimpered, her fingers twisting in my hair.

“JD,” she moaned, her body writhing beneath me.

I smiled against her skin, loving the sound of my name on her lips as I continued my exploration. Every inch of her skin received attention like it was sacred ground. She trembled as I trailed kisses down her stomach, her breath hitching as I grazed the top of her mound with my lips and teeth.

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