“I’m clean.”
I smile. Glad that my first time with him can be free of any worries.
“And I’m on the pill.”
He chuckles. “So I don’t have to worry about knocking you up.”
“No. Not a chance. I want all of you, Snake.”
Snake positions himself between my legs, and I feel him gently thrust himself inside me. I’m tight and, though I’m excited and ready, I’m still a bit anxious.
“I will go slow,” he says, leaning down to give me a kiss. “Slow and gentle to start.”
I’m so tight at first — so nervous and anxious to finally have this man that I forget how happy I am to be having sex with him, but Snake is true to his word and gentle. When he fills me for the first time, holding himself thrust deep inside me, I’m so overcome that I gasp and I lock my legs around his back, keeping him there.
I never want this sensation to end.
He’s mine, all mine, and I will keep him.
For a moment, he indulges me.
Then, smiling a new smile that I’ve never seen before — one that’s mirthful and kind — he kisses me again and whispers, “Addie, you will have to unlock your legs. Cause we can either fuck or pretend we’re statues, but we can’t do both.”
I blush.
And release him.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t ever fucking apologize. If you want to play mimes or statues or whatever, I’ll do it. Anything to be with you. You make my dark life a whole lot brighter, Addie.”
Another kiss. One that makes me want to lock my legs around him again.
Carefully, he starts again.
In and out, slow and gentle, and his eyes watch my face in the same way I’ve watched his for so many years, alert to any shift in expression, any sign of concern, of pain, of joy, of lust.
This rough, hardened man cares so deeply for me and all he wants is for me to feel good.
And, for a time, I’m content with that.
I watch his body move as he fucks me. The way his muscles contract and release, showing off every firm inch of him, the way his handsome face looks in the dim light of my bedroom. I listen to his moans, listen to mine, as they intermingle with gasps and grunts and quick, hushed directions on just how we want each other.
But then I want more.
“I’m not so delicate,” I whisper to him. His eyes flash with hunger. “You can fuck me harder. Fuck me like how I know you want to.”
“Yes,” he growls.
And his thrusts grow in intensity.
He puts his hands on me, presses me, turns me, uses me in ways that I never imagined. Guiding my body into positions that allow him to fuck me so deep that fireworks of pleasure explode inside me.
The entire time, I’m smiling.
At least, when I have control of my lips, that is.
More than once, a little shockwave shakes my body and sends me into spasms that have me twitching and clenching and leaning up to wrap my hands around his strong shoulders and press my lips to his.
I kiss him a million times.
I moan his name just as many.
And then I hear a change come over his breathing; deep, full, shaking; this is the moment that I’ve wanted for so long; to feel him as close as I can get him, to have him complete; all because of me.
I’m flat on my stomach, prone and face-down with him fucking me from behind when I hear it.
I turn and look at him over my shoulder, see the change come over his face.
“I want to turn around, I want to see you when you come,” I moan.
“Hurry, Addie. I can’t hold it.”
He pulls out, and I flip around as fast as I can — eager, intent.
He enters me and I clench my hands around his back, pulling him against me, into me, while he fucks me deep. As I feel his body shake with the strain of holding back his orgasm, I lift my lips to nibble at the lobe of his ear and whisper, “I want your come, Snake. I want it so bad.”
“Oh Addie, fuck…”
This powerful man breaks.
With a groan that shakes his entire chest, I feel him let go. My lips meet his, and I throw my legs tight around his back, lock my ankles together, and keep him there until I feel the shaking and twitching stop.
He’s mine. All mine. And I’m never letting him go.
It seems like both forever and not-long-enough that I hold him there, until we separate and sprawl out on the bed, my head to his chest, his arms around me, encircling me, pulling me tight to him. The sound of his breathing — relaxed, deep, at peace — is all I hear. Content in ways I never imagined, I lie in his arms, for a while able to fight back any thoughts of the outside world.
But only for a time.
So many questions bubble to the surface in my mind.
Can I even hope to keep a man like him for more than a night? Should I?
If I become Snake’s old lady — if I tie myself even closer to the club — how can I ever hope to become my own woman?
Snake may have just taken my body, will he take my future, too?
Chapter Twelve
Snake
I don’t stay in bed with her once she falls asleep. I can’t. Because the second she drifts off and the light that comes from being so close to her fades, my dark thoughts return. They return with a vengeance that propels me to my feet and drives me to the other room.
I have the
