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I groan as her hands slide over my chest, taking off my shirt, tracing the lines of my tattoo. "I want you too, Meghan. You have no idea."

She steps back, her eyes roaming over me as she starts to peel away my clothes. "Oh, I think I have some idea," she says with a wicked grin.

I can't help but marvel at the woman before me.

Meghan's tough exterior has softened, revealing a vulnerability that makes my heart ache.

I reach out, cupping her face in my hands.

"You're beautiful," I murmur, brushing my thumb across her cheek. "Inside and out."

A blush creeps across her face, and for a moment, I see the girl beneath the hardened exterior.

"Tor," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion.

I kiss her again, softer this time, pouring all the unspoken feelings into it.

As we move toward the bed, I can't help but think how right this feels.

It's not just lust or physical attraction—it's something deeper, something that scares and thrills me in equal measure.

Meghan pushes me onto the bed, straddling my hips as she looks down at me with a mix of desire and affection.

"You ready for this, big guy?" she teases, grinding against me.

I groan, my hands sliding up her thighs. "More than ready," I reply, my voice rough with need.

As she sinks down onto me, I'm overwhelmed by the sensation.

It's not just the physical pleasure, though that's intense enough.

It's the emotional connection, the feeling of being completely in sync with another person.

"Tor," Meghan gasps, her hands braced on my chest as she moves. "God, you feel so good."

I sit up, wrapping my arms around her as we move together.

Our bodies find a rhythm, slow and deep at first, then building in intensity.

I lose myself in the taste of her skin, the sound of her breathless moans, the feeling of her nails digging into my back.

As we near the edge, I can't help but think how different this is from any other encounter I've had.

This isn't just sex—it's making love, as cheesy as that sounds.

And as we cry out together, clinging to each other in the aftermath, I know that everything has changed.

"Meghan," I murmur, brushing her hair back from her face. "I..."

She silences me with a kiss, soft and tender. "I know," she whispers. "Me too."

As we lay there, tangled in each other's arms, I feel a sense of peace I've never known before.

Whatever challenges we face—the Patriot, the club, our own fears—I know we'll face them together.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Meghan

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