Chapter Eight
I know he’s only gonna break my heart. But I don’t care. Fevered with desire I give my all to him, whatever is left of me, it’s his. I’m his. If only for this night. I’ll hold him in my heart forever. My royal bastard.
“Fuck.” he groans. His erection presses between my thighs as I wrap my legs around him.
“Show me pleasure.” I nip at his neck, trailing my fingers down his back. “Show me what you feel for me.”
“I shouldn’t.” He kisses me hard, deep, and wet. Heavy breaths pass between us fueled by liquor. I taste his last cigarette. “But fuck doing what’s right. I want you, Lex. I can’t deny it. I can’t fight it. Baby, I don’t want to. You have me, pretty girl. Fuck do you have me.” James lifts my shirt over my head and smiles down at me. Gazing at me as though I’m truly beautiful and not damaged goods. He makes me feel whole. Like there’s nothing wrong with what he sees when he looks at me.
His rough hands glide over my body, touching me anywhere and everywhere followed by his mouth. Sucking a nipple between his lips, he licks and kisses the taut skin until my back bows off the bed. James handles me with care but doesn’t treat me as though I may break.
Rolling to his back, he brings me with him, positioning me on top, giving me control. I take my time enjoying tracing every line of ink marking his chest with my fingers and tongue memorizing every detail. “You’re beautiful,” I tell him.
“Been called a lot of things but beautiful was never on the list.”
“There’s a first time for everything.” I go for his zipper, and he grabs my hips.
“Slow down. We’ve got the night.”
“I don’t want you changing your mind.”
“You sure?”
“I want this. With you. No one else.” Leaning forward I press my lips to his, tasting his tobacco and liquor deciding it’s my new favorite thing.
My bad ass biker squeezes my backside. “Then take these off, lover.”
I shimmy my jeans off my hips and down my thighs. With a little help from him, my denim goes sailing through the air, followed by his own. “Boxer briefs,” I note and straddle his crotch. Big and thick his cock grows harder when I grind against him. I should be nervous and maybe a little scared, but I’m not. I trust him. Whether he’s good or he’s bad, I know he’s meant to be mine. I don’t care what the consequences are. Life is a bitch and then you die. I’d rather have one night with him, one moment of happiness where I belong to James than be left with nothing at all. To be left with brutal memories and what ifs.
He cups me between my thighs. “Jesus, Lex. You’re fucking soaked.”
Rolling my hips, I press my body closer to his, wanting him to touch me there. Needing him to give me this one piece of him. To color my world with more than pain. To show me that when a man takes a woman it can be beautiful. That what we share, whatever our connection is...that he feels something for me.
“Gonna make you forget anyone ever touched you, but me.” Maybe it’s the liquor talking for him, but I don’t care. I’m getting my way. I know we’re being reckless and being with a man like him is dangerous for more than my heart. He’s a biker with the road name Murder, and h
e told me himself he’s used his hands to kill. The same fingers wrapped around my throat have taken a life, but he won’t hurt me.
Squeezing my throat, he gazes at me with such intensity. “So damn beautiful,” he whispers, his dark voice and lethal touch consuming me.
I suck two of his fingers into my mouth earning me a deep throaty growl.
“Gonna be the death of me, pretty girl. Fuckin’ ruining me.” He shoves me to my back and looms over me, spreading my legs wide, hooking those strong hands of a killer around the skimpy waistline of my panties. With little effort James rips the fabric clean off. Dipping his head, he presses his nose to my pussy and inhales my scent. Giving me a kiss there my filthy biker grins up at me from between my thighs. “Never tasted anything sweeter.”
My cheeks redden but its dark enough he can’t see or doesn’t notice. Eyes rolled to the ceiling, I grip the sheets and enjoy the ride. The wiry hairs of his beard tickling my thighs. The sweeping of his tongue against my sensitive skin. The firm hold of those rough hands on my hips. I take it all in. Taking the good he’s gifting me.
I need it.
I need him.
Ravishing my body with affection like I’ve never felt before, James doesn’t miss a beat, devouring me like his favorite dessert. The man has a way with his fingers and tongue. I can only imagine what else he can do.
I want it all.
I want him.
Under his touch, I unravel experiencing the greatest high as an orgasm rocks through me in heavy waves. Just when I think he’s going to stop he comes at me again, sucking my clit, and thrusting his fingers in and out me like a piston.
Trembling beneath him, I’m about to shatter into a million pieces. Back arching up, I tug on his dark hair, forcing his head up. “Take me, James. Make me yours.”