Page 23 of Marked By Blaze

I tangle my fingers in her hair, bringing my face down to hers for a kiss. She opens up for me with a breathy sigh, and what starts off as a simple press of lips quickly turns into a mad tangle of tongue. She trails her hands down my back, careful not to touch my injured shoulder as she runs her fingers feverishly over my skin. She leaves a storm of heat everywhere she touches, making my cock jolt with need. Her breath hitches when I bring her thigh to my hip and rock forward, my groan mixing with her whimpers as our chests connect—my rough rubbing against her soft.

Our desire turns darn near feral as our tongues tangle in an insatiable kiss, breathing into each other until we’re practically one. She writhes restlessly under me, rocking forward to hump my cock and wetting my length with her arousal. “Now,” she cries as she claws at my back, the sound needy and desperate. “I’m ready to feel it now.”

My breath blows harshly against hers as I reach between us and grip my cock before guiding it to her virgin hole. She whimpers as I rub the thick head over her wet pussy, gathering her juices before working the tip into her entrance. She buries her short nails into my back as she braces for what’s to come. “Relax for me, angel,” I grit, drinking in her flushed expression. Christ, she looks so fucking gorgeous, those innocent eyes staring up at me with such trust and affection.

It floors me. Tests my willpower in ways no other person has ever managed to in the entirety of my thirty-two years.

“Fuck!” I hiss out as I sink my cock slowly into her pussy, inch by inch, watching her expression for any discomfort. I bring my thumb to her clit, rubbing the bud in tight circles, and hereyes glaze over from the move. She whimpers as she rolls her hips against my finger, gasping out when I push another inch into her drenched pussy.

“So big,” she whispers. “God, Blaze, you’re so big.”

“It’s okay, baby. I’ll take of you,” I rasp against her lips before sinking into the kiss to muffle her cry as I slam forward, tearing through the thin barrier of her virginity and impaling her with my thickness. I thought I knew what to expect, but fuck, it takes sheer will to not come on the spot. She’s so fucking tight. Fuuuck! I rain kisses over her cheek—over the birthmark—and her temple, chanting my apology over and over. “I’m sorry, baby. Fuck!”

Ingrid tightens her arms around me, still careful not to disturb my hurt shoulder, as she buries her face into my throat. “I’m okay,” she whispers into my skin. “It hurts a little, but it feels good. Don’t stop.”

There is a need twisting inside of me, clawing for me to move and rut my gorgeous girl with the urgency of a rapid dog, but I hold back, forcing myself to be still as her body adjusts to my thickness.

“I’m not going to stop.” No, I’ll make her want it—want me—just as desperately. I grit my teeth as I strum her clit, rubbing the bud in fast and tight circles until her body is rolling needily against mine, fucking herself over my cock in desperate need. She rubs her pebbled nipples against my pecs as she moves restlessly under me until I feel her channel lock around me and her pulsing pussy grip me tight. She cries out, her back arching as moisture floods her sex.

“Oh God, Blaze,” she sobs, her sex contracting and releasing fiercely around my cock. “More,” she cries.

“How much do you want it?” I say through clenched teeth. “I’ll move when you beg for it.”

“Please,” she cries as a shudder rolls through her. “Please, take me. Daddy, please!”

There. That’s what I was waiting for, the acknowledgment of who she belongs to. I draw my hand from between her legs to grip her thigh, pulling my cock out before slamming back into her with a rough growl. There is barely any control left to cling to as I pound my cock into her, fucking her like a feral animal looking to claim his mate.

Mine!

Ingrid sobs against my skin, writhing under me with a desperation to be closer. Her thighs open wider for me, fingers cling to my skin as she rolls her hip to meet my hard thrust. And fuck, I should be gentle. Take it slow for a girl that’s never been with anyone else before but I can barely hold back when she seems as desperate as me. Thrashing wildly under me and clawing my back, marking me as hers.

“Fuck baby, I’m not going to last long!” I growl, gripping her hip tightly as I drive my cock fast and harder into her, feeling her hot channel pulse wildly around me. “You’re so fucking tight. Let’s get you off again before Daddy comes all over your tight little pussy.”

“Oh God!” she whimpers as I brace my hand on the headboard and nearly bend her in half as I jackhammer into her in rough pounds. Every slam forces the bed against the wall and no doubt bothers the guy next door but it’s only right that punk gets a taste of his own medicine. Ingrid cries out, every slam making her breath hitch higher and higher until she throws her head back with a scream seconds before her sex cinches hard around my shaft. I drive my cock deep into her and shoot thefirst spurt into her clenching pussy. I roar out her name, pinning her to the bed as I bury my hot seed into her. Marking her as mine.

Mine.

“You belong to me, Ingrid,” I growl, pounding into her in rapid thrusts until she’s milked me of every drop. “Mine!” I release her hip before falling forward with a heavy sigh. “I love you,” I pant, brushing my lips over the side of her head. She’s trembling from the climax, tiny tremors rolling through her system as she hugs me close and waits them out. I give it a few seconds and wait until my heart isn’t threatening to pump out of my chest before rolling to my side and then gathering her into my arms.

“Blaze, your shoulder—”

I pull her tight against me when she tries to lift her head from my injured shoulder, afraid to cause me discomfort. “Let me hold you,” I say, hugging her tighter in my arms.

She pauses for a second. “You can hold me on your other side without undoing all my hard work.”

“How about this, you lie down here without worrying, and later, I will let you nurse me back to health.”

She scoffs at my words before inching a bit lower so her head rests on my pec instead. It's a small gesture, but it sends my heart slamming hard against my ribs. In my arms, Ingrid fits like a puzzle piece, and I question why the fuck it took us so long to cross paths.

Her breathing grows even after a few moments, and I lie there for what feels like hours, listening to her sleep. It’s nearly midnight when I finally get up and walk to the bathroom to clean up. I grab a wet towel and return to the bedroom, Ingrid barelystirring as I clean the evidence of our lovemaking from her thighs. The crimson spots make my heart swell with affection and gratitude; the evidence of her innocence given to me is proof of her trust in me. Trust I never thought a rough biker like me would ever deserve.

I dispose of the towel and walk back into the bedroom. She barely stirs when I climb back into bed, and when I draw her into my arms, she snuggles close with a sigh before falling back to sleep.

I will protect her like my life depends on it because it actually does. I cannot imagine a life without Ingrid in it. There will be no life without her from this point on.

Chapter Ten

Ingrid

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