Page 14 of Maverick's Code

A slow smile spreads across his face as he shrugs off his cut, followed by his shirt. My eyes widen at the sight of him - broad shoulders, muscled chest covered in intricate tattoos, a trail of dark hair leading down below his belt. I reach out, tracing a tattooed phoenix that spans his left pectoral.

"Beautiful," I echo his earlier compliment.

His belt is next, then his jeans, until we're both in our underwear, breathing hard and looking at each other like we're seeing something precious.

Maverick leans down to kiss me again, more urgently this time, as his hands explore my body. His touch is gentle over my bruises but firm everywhere else, like he knows exactly what I need.

When his lips leave mine to trail down my neck, my collarbone, between my breasts and down my stomach, I can't help but whimper.

"Okay?" he asks, pausing at the edge of my underwear.

"More than okay," I assure him, fingers tightening in his hair.

He continues his path, pressing kisses along the edge of my underwear, then down my thighs. The sensation of his mouth against my inner thighs makes me writhe on the table. I can feel how wet I am, how ready, and when his lips press against the damp fabric between my legs, I nearly come undone right there.

"Maverick," I gasp, my head falling back as sensation overwhelms me.

The world narrows to just this - his mouth, my body, the heat building between us. For the first time in years, I feel truly present, truly alive. The past doesn't matter. The future doesn't matter. There's only now, only us.

As the last pieces of clothing fall away, I find myself in unfamiliar territory. It's not that I'm inexperienced - growing up in a biker club meant there were always men with wandering eyes and hands, and I've had my share of encounters.

But this is different. Maverick looks at me like I'm something precious and touches me like I might break if he's not careful.

"You okay?" he murmurs, his hands resting on my thighs.

"Yeah," I breathe. "Just... no one's ever..." I trail off, not knowing how to explain that no one's ever made me feel this way - like I matter, like this is about more than just fucking.

Something in his eyes tells me he understands.

"Let me show you how it should be," he whispers, lowering himself between my legs.

The first touch of his mouth against my pussy sends electricity through my entire body. My fingers tangle in his hair as he works his magic, his tongue moving in ways that have me gasping his name, arching off the table. The pleasure builds, wave after wave, until I'm trembling on the edge of something monumental.

"Maverick," I breathe, my voice catching. "I need..."

He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire, lips glistening. "Tell me what you need, princess."

"You," I whisper. "All of you."

He rises, covering my body with his, careful not to put weight on my bruises. His lips find mine in a kiss that tastes of both of us together, and it's the most intimate thing I've ever experienced.

"You sure?" he asks, his voice rough with restraint.

In answer, I wrap my legs around his hips, drawing him closer. "I've never been surer of anything."

When our bodies finally join, it's like coming home to a place I've never been before. He moves slowly at first, giving me time to adjust, his eyes never leaving mine.

It's intense in ways I wasn't prepared for - not just physically but emotionally, too. There's a connection here that transcends the physical, that makes me feel seen in ways I never have before.

His movements are measured and controlled, his eyes watching my face for any sign of discomfort. But I don't want careful right now. I want to feel alive, to feel everything.

"More," I whisper against his lips. "I need more."

He hesitates for just a moment. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't," I assure him, my hands gripping his shoulders. "I trust you."

Those three words seem to unlock something in him. His pace quickens, his restraint giving way to passion. I arch into him, meeting each movement with one of my own. The feeling is incredible, but I want more, need more.

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