Page 65 of The Biker's Forbidden Virgin

Every nerve in my body fires off as I gasp and do as he asks. He told me to hold on, and that’s all I can do.

The first orgasm rips through me so hard my legs go completely limp, and Leo has a hard time keeping me up. It doesn’t faze him. Instead, he drops us to the floor, wraps his arms under my back, and hunches over me like an animal.

"Fuck! Oh, fuck!" he booms, his entire body clenched. Just seeing him like this is enough to send me closer to the edge once again.

My eyes roll back, and I feel the fireworks going off in my body.

I can feel my body clenching around him, gripping him like I never want to let go. The intensity between us is suffocating, wrapping me in a heat so consuming it blurs the line between pain and pleasure.

My body is already sore from the first time we had sex, my muscles aching from the way he took me, but this… this is something else entirely. It’s raw, unrelenting, like he’s trying to brand himself into me, trying to make sure I remember exactly who I belong to before I walk out that door.

I do. I could never forget.

"Fuck, Nisa," Leo growls, his breath hot against my skin as he drives into me one last time, his body tensing above mine. I gasp, nails digging into his back as I feel him spill into me, his releasetriggering my own. A final shudder racks through me, and for a moment, everything fades away—Marc, the Hands of Hell, the fear clawing at the edges of my mind.

There’s only us.

Leo collapses against me, his weight pressing me into the floor, grounding me, anchoring me in this fleeting moment of peace. His breathing is heavy, uneven, his chest rising and falling against mine as he struggles to catch his breath.

"You better come back to me," he murmurs, pressing a soft, almost desperate kiss against my cheek. His voice is hoarse, rough with emotion. "Do you understand?"

I nod, but it’s not enough for him. He cups my face, forcing me to meet his gaze. His dark eyes burn into mine, searching for something I can’t give him—certainty. A promise I don’t know if I can keep.

I swallow hard, my throat tight. "I’ll do everything I can." It’s the best I can offer, and from the way his jaw flexes, he knows it.

I reach up, tracing my fingers down his still-clothed back, wishing I could freeze time, make this moment stretch on forever. I want to sleep, to curl up in his arms and pretend that the world outside this room doesn’t exist. That I’m not about to walk into danger, into the arms of men who would hurt me without a second thought.

But I can’t.

Reality is waiting, and I can already feel it creeping back in, poisoning the air between us with unspoken fears and the weight of what’s to come.

So I do the only thing I can do. I hold Leo tighter.

I may not be able to get out of this mess with Marc without going through some danger but at least I can pretend.

CHAPTER 36

JUST A BAD FEELING

Leo

"She's on her way inside." Tella says through the in ear microphone.

We can't get too close, but I got Tella to don some camouflage and go as close as possible. I need at least one person close enough to help her just in case something goes bad.

I'm hoping no one from the Hands of Hell MC will be coming around any time soon to do any perimeter checks.

Either way, it's fine with me.

Tella will be on his own for a few minutes, but I know he can handle himself.

I'm only a few minutes away, all he has to do is say the word. I'm saying all the prayers I can that it doesn't happen, though. I need Nisa to get out of this in one piece. Starting a war between the two clubs isn't going to give her the best chances of that.

My phone buzzes in my pocket and I look down to see that it's Eva calling me.

There was a point in my life where I used to look forward to her calls because it always meant that I was about to get a piece of ass. Now when the phone rings, and it's her, all I feel is annoyance. I wish she'd find someone else to call.

I'm sure she's reaching out because of something to do with Jayne, but I can't focus on that right now.

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