Page 85 of Biker's Tribute: Property of Bear

Again, there's that ache in his voice. His intense eyes bore into mine. It's been so long since I've loved a man, and I almost can't believe I love this one. But I do love him.

How could I permanently stop my feelings for a man who goes further than any other man has to prove himself to me? How can I run away from fixing this man... who keeps coming back to me with this strong desire to fix himself. And to treat me as best as he can, even when he isn't perfect.

"Yes," I whisper. "Healing takes time, Ethan."

Again, those eyes are perfect. Alluring. And his warmth makes me want to crawl into bed with him and let him have me in every damn position.

"I'll never be perfect," he says. "I'll always have this side to me."

I know what he means. The stunt he pulled at Mallory's nearly made my heart fall into my ass. But Mallory trusted him. And I trusted him. And in the end, trusting Ethan was the right choice. It makes my feelings for him stronger.

"I don't expect you to be perfect."

His response surprises me. He kisses me with soft, perfect lips, and then pulls away with a reddened face.

"Amanda,you are perfect," he says. "A woman like you needs..."

I interrupt him. "You don't get to tell me what I need."

His red face darkens into a scowl.

"I'm a criminal. I can't stop thinking about gambling. I can't promise to be good, far less perfect. And... in my club, no woman is truly mine unless I put ink on her skin. Being with me would ruin you..."

Again, he acts like he doesn't really want me to answer because Ethan kisses me after dropping that massive bombshell. I let him distract me with his lips, but I hate that he feels this way. I run my fingers through his damp beard and push my tongue into his mouth.

No woman is truly mine unless I put ink on her skin.

His words pound repeatedly in my head as our tongues tease each other to a heightened state of arousal. His body is so close to mine and I want him inside me as badly as Ethan wants me too. I don't think about the logic behind letting a criminal biker tattoo me.

I want it. I want him to own me in this special, taboo way.

"I won't let you ruin me, Ethan," I whisper when I finally force myself to pull away from his kiss. "But I will let you take me to bed..."

He tries to hold back a broad grin. He hates showing "too much" emotion. Ever the gambler, he resists showing his hand. But I see this man in the same way he sees me. Everything we try to hide from each other floats to the surface. We can't hide from each other, and in that way, we feel strangely meant to be.

I don't care if he's a biker. Or a criminal. I just care about how this man makes me feel... And I feel loved in Ethan Shaw's arms.

"It's tempting to fuck you against this wall," he murmurs, kissing my neck desperately. "But I'll take your sweet ass to bed... and keep you there all night."

Ethan tosses me back onto his bed like I'm a pillow. Standing at the edge, he slowly unbuckles his pants and reveals his monstrously large dick for me to view up close. My heart pounds in visceral terror as he reveals his enormous dick. Seriously, Ethan is the biggest I've ever seen. I didn't know dicks could get this big and the lump of fear that forms in my throat nearly makes me forget that... I want him.

I want this.

I'm willing to endure the pain of having his massive cock thrust between my legs for the immense pleasure his cock promises. Ethan spreads my legs wide and crawls between them, using his weight to force me into a good position on his bed.

Heat emanates off his large cock and then I feel the enormous head pressing against my entrance. I might be dripping and soaking with desire, but it won't make taking Ethan's dick any easier. I squirm to adjust my position and Ethan clearly thinks I'm trying to get away because he just pins me to the bed, making it clear that I will take his cock no matter what.

The big head pushes up against my tightness and I bite down hard on my lower lip as Ethan thrusts forward and enters me with just the head. My lips spread so wide around the head of Ethan's cock that the pain forces me to gasp out loud.

"Shhh," Ethan whispers, kissing my neck slowly. "Easy baby. I'll go slow..."

Oh God... I don't know if I can take slow, tender lovemaking right now. The pleasure I feel from Ethan's tongue between my legs and the head of his cock spreading me open is almost enough to push me over the edge.

"I love you," he grunts, thrusting another inch inside me as I struggle to adjust to the pain. I know the pleasure will follow but I gasp for air desperately. And did this man just…

He says it again. "I love you, baby."

Baby. Not Dr. Yancey. Not Amanda. Not a nickname with teasing elements to it.

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