Page 67 of Hell on Wheels

“You’re hurt, my blackbird.”

I couldn’t speak, tears filling my eyes.

“You need healing.”

I wasn’t sure how we managed to reach his Harley. It didn’t make logical sense.

Flint placed me on the seat and threw a leg over, facing me. He pressed my back against the leather as the bike roared to life. He revved the engine, pulling back on the throttle.

Around us, white smoke began to rise.

“Do you trust me?”

I stared into the blue eyes of the man who owned my heart. “Always.”

He twisted the throttle again, holding the massive iron beast in place as the smoke intensified, growing in size. Thick billowing clouds of white surrounded us, cocooning us in a world where only we existed.

Shadows left his body and gripped the handlebars as Flint reached for me. His hands cradled my face as he lowered his lips to mine. A sensual, needy kiss quickly evolved into a passionate promise.

“I’m yours.”

The connection electrified my body. Desire and lust erupted deep in my core, followed by an insatiable need.

The remainder of my clothes disappeared. Flint’s mouth moved to my throat, kissing across the tender skin. He licked at the column of my neck, adding open-mouthed kisses to the bruised area.

Swallowing, I gasped when I no longer felt pain. “Flint.”

A smile curved his lips as he lifted my hand, gently licking and kissing my broken wrist. The skin tingled as it heated, slowly losing the ache. After a minute, no pain remained.

Still weak, I felt much better than before we began this ride.

White smoke drifted around us, rising high to cover our bodies and never receding. The world faded.

Only the two of us existed.

I felt Flint’s cock harden as he rolled his hips. “Lark.”

“Fill me,” I pleaded as he fisted his erection, gliding a hand over the velvet-wrapped steel. “I need you.”

His expression softened.

“I love you,” he declared, staring into my eyes.

“I love you too,” I replied with conviction, sliding my fingers over his shoulders and around the nape of his neck.

He lifted me over his lap as my legs dangled over the bike. His boots firmly planted on the ground as he flashed a wicked grin. “Put me inside you.”

I slid my palm over his girth, squeezing once as he groaned, and guided him to my pussy. Lifting with his help, I fed him into my body, slowly sliding down the hard, thick length.

“Hold onto me, baby. It’s gonna be a wild ride.”

And it was. Delicious. Dirty. Downright sinful.

He fucked me on his bike, but he made love to me too. I lost my heart to him in the middle of that smoke-wreathed ride, promising my forever and making an oath to become the ol’ lady he needed.

He deepened our connection with every thrust, solidifying a bond that could never be broken.

A shadowed, fiery biker outlaw claimed me.

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