Page 25 of Cold Hard Truth

His dark eyes fix on mine, obsidian with how his pupils are blown wide when his gaze drifts over me. And when he once more meets mine, I rake my nails down his bare,tattooed chest because I’ve never been more desperate for him than I am when he’s offering me his full attention.

“You’re beautiful.” He dips his face to my breast, using his tongue to toy with one nipple, then the other.

He nips at my flesh and peppers my skin with kisses. Patience he’s not always capable of showing like he is now. But in his hands, he’s holding me like he cherishes this as much as I do.

“You’re fiery.” He kisses a path down my center, pausing at my belly button. “You’re everything, Lyla.”

I grip my fingers into his hair, and he looks up at me. “Then fuck me, Sage.”

The growl that vibrates in his chest shakes my core. He kneels between my legs, rubbing his rough palms down my stomach to the inside of my thighs and spreads me wider so he can get a full view of me.

“You sure?”

I reach for the band of his pants and tug at them. “You’re the only thing I’m always sure of.”

The intensity of his gaze spears me. He helps me when his pants get caught, standing up to strip them off. And as they fall to the ground, his hard cock aims at what it wants.

He’s bigger than I realized—and thick. My core clenches at the sight of him, and I’m not sure how I’m going to take him as he climbs over me and presses his bare length through my slickness.

My eyes roll back when he notches himself at my entrance. One hand holds my jaw and the other braces him over me on the bed.

“Look at me, butterfly.”

My gaze snaps to his.

“Are you okay?”

“I—” I stutter. “I need to tell you. I’ve never—” I try to shake my head, but his grip on my jaw stops it.

“I know.”

Of course he does. He’s the one who’s watched over me all these years. The one who’s made sure no one has been able to get close. I roll my eyes, but when I do, his grip tightens.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” I face off with those eyes that are the deepest part of the universe.

“Don’t start questioning us now.” Sage brushes his lips over mine and puts more pressure on me. “I’ve never either.”

My eyes widen at his words, but he doesn’t offer much time to process as he pulls back and pushes his hips forward again. Teasing me at the line we’re on the verge of crossing. Something that feels a lot like changing fate.

“But you’re twenty-one.” I point out because there’s no way he can be a virgin.

“So?”

“You’re a biker.”

“Yep.”

“You can’t be a…” I shake my head, biting the inside of my cheek. “You’re not a virgin.”

“It’s not like I’ve never doneanything,” he admits, and I don’t want to think about that. “But I’ve never fucked anyone.”

“Why?”

Once more, Sage slides his cock between my legs, and I can’t help lifting my hips to intensify the pressure. I need to feel him like I’ve never needed anything. More than answers, more than freedom. Ineedhim.

“You know why.” He kisses me.

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