Page 15 of Chaplain

His words send a fresh spike of arousal through me. As he moves over me, ready to sink inside, I press a hand to his chest.

"Wait...I have to tell you something." I avoid his gaze, cheeks flushed. "I've never...I'm still..."

Diesel stills above me. Surprise flashes across his face. Slowly, he starts to withdraw.

Panicked, I wrap my legs around his waist. "Don't stop, please..." I beg desperately.

Diesel's jaw clenches with restraint. "Eden, you should've told me before. I'm too worked up...I could hurt you."

I reach up, cradling his face in my hands. "I know you'd never truly hurt me. Please, make me yours."

Diesel hesitates, clearly at war with himself. I hold his tortured gaze, trying to will him back to me.

Finally, I see the hunger flare back to life in his eyes. "You'll tell me if I do anything you don't like?" He rasps.

"Yes, I promise."

At my reassurance, he sinks slowly into my slick folds once more. I gasp at the exquisite fullness, grasping his shoulders. Now that I have him, I'm never letting go.

Diesel eases into me with extreme care, his arms trembling from holding back. Once fully sheathed, he looks down at me, his eyes full of wonder.

"You're so perfect, Eden," he rasps. "You deserve better than some rough bastard taking your innocence."

I'm touched by this unexpectedly soft side to Diesel.

Reaching up, I trace the stubble along his jawline tenderly.

"I want you," I murmur. "Just you."

I start to move my hips, grinding against him. Diesel groans, dropping his head against my shoulder.

"Eden..." he warns through gritted teeth.

Ignoring him, I buck more forcefully, digging my heels into his back. My fingers grip his hair, bringing his lips crashing down on mine. I kiss him with all the pent-up hunger and need burning inside me.

With a feral growl, Diesel's restraint shatters. He drives into me hard and deep. I cry out in euphoria, wrapping myself around him. We move together with wild abandon, all tenderness consumed by our raging desire.

Diesel thrusts into me relentlessly, the headboard slamming against the wall. I rake my nails down his back, urging him on.

"Harder," I plead breathlessly.

With a snarl, Diesel flips me over onto my hands and knees. He grips my hips and pulls me back onto his rigid length. At this new angle, he hits even deeper inside me. I moan wantonly, pushing back to meet his primal rhythm.

"Fuck, Eden...you feel so damn good," Diesel groans above me. His hand reaches around to rub tight circles over my aching clit.

The dual stimulation quickly pushes me to the brink again. "Don't stop, I'm so close," I gasp.

Diesel's powerful fingers and cock work me into a frenzy until my vision goes white. My inner walls flutter and clampdown on him. I let out a keening cry, drowning in warmth and bliss.

Feeling my release, Diesel pounds into me faster. Moments later, he goes rigid, hot fluid flooding my core as he finds his own shattering climax.

We collapse in a tangled, spent heap on the sheets. Diesel wraps himself around me, both of us fighting to catch our breath. I've never felt closer to another person in my life.

In the afterglow, Diesel gathers me close, our slick bodies intertwined. I rest my head on his chest, listening to his racing heart begin to slow. His fingers trail lazily up and down my spine.

Neither of us speaks, basking in the intimacy we just shared. I feel safe, encircled in his strong embrace. This connection between us now runs soul-deep.

Too soon, Diesel stirs and sighs regretfully. "I need to get back to the club before they come lookin' for me."

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