Chapter 5
Havoc
She’s still asleep.
It’s early, sunlight barely bleeding through the slats of the blinds. The room’s quiet except for the rhythm of her breathing and the soft shift of sheets when she moves.
She’s tucked against me, warm and quiet, one thigh hooked over my hip like she claimed the space sometime in the night and never gave it back.
Like she belongs here.
Like she trusts me.
And that wrecks me more than I expected.
I could stay like this for hours. I probably will. I’m not in any hurry to leave this bed, not with her skin pressed to mine and her body fitted to me like we’ve done this a hundred times.
We haven’t.
Last night was the first.
Her first.
And I still can’t believe she gave that to me. Like I was worthy of that kind of trust.
I’ve done a lot of things in my life. Fought in wars. Took bullets. Buried brothers. Built a club out of ash and grit and turned it into something worth protecting.
But this? Her? It feels like the most dangerous thing I’ve ever touched.
Not because I don’t want it.
Because I do.
Too much.
And now that I’ve had her, now that I’ve felt her shake in my arms and cry out my name while coming undone, I’m never letting her go.
She’s mine now.
That’s not a line. It’s not even a threat. It’s just a fact.
She gave herself to me. Body, trust, the kind of honesty you don’t get twice.
And if anyone comes near her with anything but respect, I’ll put them in the ground for it.
I brush her hair off her cheek, slow so I don’t wake her. Her lashes flutter but she doesn’t stir. Her mouth is parted just slightly. That soft curve of her lips has already ruined me.
She looks peaceful.
No tension in her shoulders. No shadows under her eyes. It’s the first time I’ve seen her fully relaxed since the moment we met.
She’s strong, don’t get me wrong, but she’s been running. I saw it from the start. The way she watched every street corner. The way she moved like she was waiting for something bad to catch up.
Now she’s here, curled into me like I’m safety. Like I’m home.
My mouth finds the curve of her shoulder, brushes softly. She stirs.
I trail kisses lower. Across her ribs. Down her stomach. Until I reach the inside of her thigh. I kiss her there, gently.
I feel her breath catch.
“Still sleeping?” I murmur.
She shifts slightly, her voice low and hazy. “Kane?”
“Mornin’, sweetheart.” My lips graze her skin again. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You were kissing me awake.”
“Could’ve done worse things.”
Her fingers find my hair, tangle in it. She gives a gentle tug. “I like it.”
I hum against her thigh. “Good.”
I start slow. Lazy. Gentle. Just waking her body up. Her legs part, soft and sleepy and trusting.
“Fuck,” I breathe.
She’s already wet. Already warm. The taste of her hits me like a punch to the gut. My tongue draws lazy circles, then flutters just the way I remember made her whimper last night.
Her hips lift instinctively. A low, sleepy sound slips from her throat.
I find the spot. The one that makes her gasp and tremble. I focus there, steady and sure. I want to hear her fall apart again.
“Please,” she breathes.
I give her more. Two fingers, slow and deep, curling as my tongue keeps working. Her fingers tighten in my hair. Her thighs tremble.
“Kane—”
I don’t stop. I want her to come before she’s even fully awake.
She does. Hard. Sudden. A gasp and a shudder that rolls through her entire body. I don’t let go right away, licking her through it, until she pushes at my head, too sensitive to take more.
I rise slowly, licking her taste from my lips. She’s flushed and dazed, hair a wild halo on the pillow.
“Good morning,” I say, grinning.
She gives me a sleepy smile. “Very good morning.”
I kiss her. She tastes herself on me. I feel her legs slide around my waist again.
“Are you sore?” I ask, brushing hair from her cheek.
“A little,” she admits. “But I still want you inside me.”
That wrecks me in the best way.
“Good,” I growl. “Because I haven’t stopped thinking about this since you fell asleep.”
I guide myself into her slowly. She’s still slick and relaxed from her orgasm, and I slide in smooth, filling her inch by inch.
She gasps, and her eyes flutter closed.
“Eyes on me,” I say, voice low and rough.
She opens them, gaze hazy and hungry.
I start moving. Deep. Slow. Watching her face like it’s the only thing I care about. And right now, it is.
“Tell me what you want,” I ask.
“You,” she whispers. “Just you.”
I thrust a little harder. Her lips part. A soft moan escapes.
“I like it when you get loud,” I say.
She meets my gaze. “Then make me loud.”
I grin. “Challenge accepted.”
I change the angle, drive deeper. Her body wraps around mine. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I don’t mind. I want her to leave marks. I want to feel them tomorrow.
“You close?” I ask, keeping the rhythm steady.
She nods, breath catching.
I shift just enough. Hit that spot again.
That’s all it takes.
She cries out, her body clenching tight around me. It drags me over the edge with her. I groan, burying my face in her neck, shuddering as I spill deep inside her.
We lie there, catching our breath, her hand resting lightly on my chest. My arm stays around her back, holding her close.
The silence lingers. Outside, the sun climbs higher, casting pale light across the room. Somewhere in the distance, a truck rumbles by, its sound low and fading. She shifts closer, her leg brushing mine, but neither of us speaks.
It’s calm. Unhurried. The kind of stillness that makes you forget the world is still turning.
Then she murmurs, “We should get up.”
“Come with me,” I say, voice low against her hair. “Shower.”
She blinks up at me, then nods.
The water is hot, steam curling around us before we’re even fully under the spray. She stands in front of me, back to my chest, hair damp and clinging to her neck and shoulders.
I wrap my arms around her, pull her in tight. Skin to skin.
Neither of us speaks for a long while.
I lather soap between my palms and start at her shoulders, slow and steady. She tilts her head when I wash her neck, leans into me when my hands slide down her spine. I take my time.
I kiss her shoulder, then her neck. Her breath stutters. I feel her thighs press together, and it lights something in me.
“You good?” I ask, low against her ear.
She nods. “Yeah. Just… new.”
That hits me right in the chest. Her voice is soft, honest. Still a little unsure, but brave enough to say it aloud.
I press a kiss to her jaw and hold her tighter. “You ever want to stop, sweetheart, you say so. Doesn’t matter when. I mean it.”
“I know.” She turns in my arms, wet hair clinging to her skin. Her eyes are wide, vulnerable. But her hands rise to my chest like she knows where they belong.
“I don’t want to stop.”
That’s all I need.
I kiss her. She melts into it, her mouth parting beneath mine. I press her back against the tile, not rough. Just enough to hold her steady. Her fingers clutch my arms. I slide my hands down her sides, thumbs brushing over the curve of her hips.
“Tell me you want this,” I whisper.
She blinks down at me, breathless. “Again?”
A low sound leaves my chest. “I can’t help it. I’m starving for you.”
Her throat works as she nods. “I want this.”
“Say please,” I murmur, mouth brushing her skin. “I like hearing it from you.”
“Please, Havoc,” she breathes. “Ruin me.”
Hearing my name on her lips like that cracks something open inside me. It’s not just want. It’s reverence. Possession. Purpose.
I drop to my knees.
Her breath catches as I grip her thighs and pull her gently against my mouth.
“I’ll never get enough of this sweet pussy,” I murmur.
And then I show her.
My tongue moves slow at first, unhurried, savoring every twitch of her hips, every soft sound in her throat. She tastes like sin and surrender. I find the rhythm she likes, the exact pressure that makes her breath stutter, and I stay there until she’s shaking.
One orgasm crashes over her. Then another.
I don’t let up. My hands hold her steady as her legs tremble. Her fingers bury in my hair. Her cries bounce off the walls, desperate and high.
When I finally lift my head, she’s wrecked. Barely holding herself upright, body slick with water and pleasure.
“Please,” she breathes.
“Please what?”
She meets my eyes, panting. “I can’t anymore…”
I grin. “One more.”
Before she can protest, I dive back in. Focused. Intent. I want her undone. I want her completely lost in what I give her.
She moans my name like a plea, and then she’s gone again, hips bucking, hands fisting the air, voice breaking on a strangled cry.
I keep her steady until the last wave fades, then rise slowly, brushing my fingers down her sides as she slumps against the wall, spent.
Her chest heaves. Her eyes are closed. She looks wild and soft at once, flushed and radiant, her body trembling under the weight of pleasure I gave her.
The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
My woman.
She blinks up at me, still wrecked, lips parted, breath uneven. One hand lifts, hesitant, then settles against my stomach like she’s testing the idea.
“I can… do something for you,” she murmurs, voice soft, uncertain but sincere. “I want to.”
Something in my chest tightens.
I cup her face, thumb brushing her cheek. “Shhh.”
Her eyes flicker, searching.
“Not today,” I say quietly. “Today is about you.”
She swallows. “But I want to.”
“I know.” I press my forehead to hers. “And I like that you want to. But right now? I just want you warm. Safe. Taken care of.”
Her shoulders ease. She nods, slow, trusting. Like she’s letting herself be held instead of earned.
I wrap her in a towel and carry her back to bed. She laughs softly, still flushed, still catching her breath.
“You don’t have to carry me.”
“I know.” I settle her onto the mattress and kiss her temple. “I want to.”
I pull the blankets back over us and tug her close. She fits into my chest like she was built for it.
She traces a line over my chest, quiet.
“What happens now?” she whispers.
I rest my hand on the back of her head. “Now I keep you safe.”
She looks up.
“From what?” she asks.
“From everything.”
She nods once and presses her face into my neck.
She’ll tell me what she’s running from when she decides.
I hold her until her breathing evens out again.
And I watch the window. Listening to the quiet. Thinking about what it’ll take to keep her here, warm and safe, with no more running.
Whatever it takes, I’ll do it.
She belongs to me now.
And no one touches what’s mine.