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She doesn’t sound like she’s in pain. She’s not asking me to stop. The lazy smile she gives me is total bliss.

We both take a deep breath when I’m seated all the way inside her. The moment is surreal and fucking huge. She has no idea how big this moment is.

I thought for sure I would never let a woman into my life, into my heart, but then I was thrown into the path of my Hellcat. Everything is different now. Everything except my past, but the pain isn’t as stark. In this moment it’s not a hot brand searing my soul, but it’s still a part of me.

“Move,” she groans, her nails digging into my neck deeper as she wiggles her hips, her body enticing me to give her what she wants.

I take a deep breath and bury my face in her neck, kissing her there and showing her my devotion. Then I start to move. The warmth of her, the way the walls of her pussy squeeze and milk my length has me almost tumbling over the edge.

But I can’t.

She’ll come first. Always.

Always her pleasure ahead of my own.

Our bodies move together, her hips lifting to meet each one of my thrusts, spurring me on until I’m lost in the haze of desire the same way she is. Time has no meaning as our bodies join.

“Need it,” her voice is a rasp, and she keeps repeating the words. How long has she been chanting it?

“I’ll give you everything you need, Rebel. Everything you want.”

“Fill me with your cum,” she begs.

“Fuck,” I grit out through my teeth, trying to hold on while her pussy squeezes me. “You want my cum, Hellcat? You gonna take my seed and give me a baby?”

The moan she lets out with my words, reverberates through me. I fuck her harder and faster, chasing something, chasing fucking everything. She takes everything I give and asks for more, her body begging, her moans pleading.

“Yes,” she hisses and then she screams my name as she falls over the edge.

“That’s it,” I praise her. “Such a good girl, milking my cock.”

And she does. Her walls clamp down on me and everything unravels inside of me. My past. My pain. My pleasure.

I push inside of my woman as deep as I can, and I let go. It’s the only thing I can do.

I am reborn in the need and want zipping between us, but there’s something deeper there too. Something I’ll never be able to walk away from.

“Mine,” I murmur as I press my lips to Rebel’s, our orgasm still sending shocks through us.

“Mine,” she echoes, and I smile.

Yeah. I’m just as much hers as she is mine. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

CHAPTER 6

REBEL

I know I have a stupidly goofy smile on my face before I even open my eyes. How could I not? I’ve been with Tyler for days, only spending enough time apart to work. It’s only gotten better the more time I’ve spent with the man.

That also means I’ve learned how to read him, and something lurks inside of him that I want to get to the bottom of. There’s a well of endless sadness in his soul. I get peeks of it here and there. My gut is telling me he’s in pain and has trouble letting it go.

The emotions run so deep; I have no doubt that he thinks it’s a part of him. Maybe it is.

Has no one else seen it? Has no one else tried to help him?

The thought of him being alone in his pain, even with his club around him, pisses me off. Do they not know? Do they not care?

Maybe I’m not giving the club enough credit. I haven’t had the chance to meet everyone yet. I shouldn’t pass judgement. Yet.

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