Page 20 of Chaos (Deathstalkers MC)
I bite my lip. “I’m sure.”
His hands fist my hair as his mouth crashes against mine. He walks us backward; my heartbeat speeds up as I realize where he is taking me.
My mouth dries and I start to get lightheaded.
I’ve only had sex once since Viper.
I cried for an hour after.
Can I do this?
Get out of your head, Tracie.
This is Torch.
Just breathe.
I feel something hit the back of my knees and fall back onto the bed. I look up at Torch, trying to even out my breathing. He looks at me as if he can see through my soul. Can he tell? Does he know what’s going on in my head?
“Let go of it. You don’t need to be afraid. You don’t have to pretend with me. The reason it never worked with them is because you need someone like me. Give me control and I promise that you won’t regret it.”
I nod as I look up at him, trying to let all of my apprehension go.
His hands cross over his chest as he grips the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head. I swallow hard as I take in the sight of his tattooed chest, the black tribal lines trailing over his defined muscles. His hands slowly move down to his belt, the jingling heightening the anticipation before his jeans drop to the floor. He reaches down pulling off each of his boots before extending one of his hands out to me. I take it letting him pull me to him.
“Relax and let me take care of you. It’s okay to let go.”
His hand reaches around to my back slowly easing the zipper of my dress down. I pull the straps off my shoulders before peeling the fabric off my body and letting it fall. Deciding to be daring, I grip the waistband of his briefs giving them a tug and letting him spring free.
Closing my eyes for a minute, I remind myself of where I am and that I’m safe here. His hand takes mine as he pulls me up. Torch kisses me; I can feel the emotion that I’ve blocked for years pouring out. I’m tired of fighting, of pretending, of being guarded.
With a small push from him, I fall back onto his bed. He stares down at me and I can’t help but want to cover myself with my hands.
“Don’t hide from me, ever. You’re gorgeous. I will make sure you know that every day. Tonight you will be mine, and I can promise that you’ll never regret it.”
He lowers himself down to me, his lips closing around one of my nipples while his fingers roll my other. I arch my back and moan from the sudden and fierce attack. My fingers dig into the rumpled sheets surrounding me.
Torch lifts up to look at me, a smile plastered across his face. “If that affected you so much, this is going to be fun.” He winks before his mouth presses against the skin between my breasts.
His hands brace my sides as his fingertips trail lines of pleasure across my sensitive flesh. His kisses continue as he works his way down. Each swipe of his fingers on my skin going straight to my clit. When his lips reach my waistline I freeze. This is new territory for me.
“You better hold on tight, baby.”
He wraps an arm around my waist to hold me in place as his other slowly making its way to my core. When he drags his fingers through my folds I groan. He inserts one of his fingers into me and I arch into his hand. It feels so good and I instantly want more. He strokes my inside easy, hard, fast, slow, I can’t keep up.
I whimper when he pulls out, but before I can object he puts two fingers in me and now I’m writhing. I look up at him. He’s watching me. He starts to lower his head and my eyes widen with the knowledge of his intentions.
His tongue darts out quickly flicking my clit and I yelp. I can feel myself tensing. I’m building and it’s nothing like I’ve ever felt before.
“Are you ready?”
His voice breaks through the quiet room.
I nod.
“Tell me you’re mine. Let me hear what I’ve wanted to for so long and I will make you explode. I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted. Just let me hear it.”
I take a deep breath. “I’m yours.”
