Chapter 5
Blade
I pull back from the kiss, my breath ragged, her taste lingering on my lips.
The cabin's warmth presses in, but it's nothing compared to the heat building between us.
She's trembling under my hands, those hazel eyes locked on mine, wide and wanting. A surge of possessive desire floods through me, making my heart pound with the need to claim her completely.
“You sure you want to be mine? There’s no turning back from there.”
“Yes.”
My self-control snaps. I need to spread her out. I need to make her mine, to feel her surrender to me in every way.
“Love,” I murmur, voice low and gravelly, my temple scar itching from the tension. “Get undressed. On the table. Face down. Now.”
Her cheeks flush, but she doesn't hesitate. Those hazel eyes flicker with a mix of nerves and fire, her pulse racing under my touch as anticipation coils tight in her body.
She peels off the shirt first, my shirt, too big on her frame, tossing it aside. Her full breasts spill free, nipples hardening in the cool air, and a rush of protectiveness mixes with my hunger as I watch her vulnerability unfold.
She pushes the sweatpants down her legs and steps out of them before hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and sliding them down her thighs, revealing the smooth, shaved skin of her pussy.
My cock throbs in my pants, straining against the fabric, but I hold back, savoring the way her body responds to my command.
She climbs onto the wooden table, the surface rough under her palms, and lowers herself face down. Her ass lifts slightly as she positions herself, legs parting just enough to expose her completely.
The sight of her like this, bare and waiting, ignites a fierce ache in my chest, a blend of raw lust and something deeper, a need to shield her even as I take her.
I step closer, my hands roaming over her back, feeling the shiver that runs through her.
“You're beautiful like this,” I say, my voice thick with emotion. “All mine to touch, to own.”
My fingers trace down her spine, over the curve of her hips, and she gasps softly, her body arching into my touch.
“I've never...” she whispers, her voice muffled against the table, cheeks burning hot. “I'm a virgin.”
The words hit me like a punch, cracking through the iron wall I've built around my heart.
For a moment, doubt flickers, a rare vulnerability surfacing as I imagine the weight of what this means for her. My hand stills on her skin, thumb brushing gently over a freckle on her shoulder.
“We can stop,” I offer, though every fiber of me screams against it. But no, I want this to be right, to be everything she needs.
She shakes her head, turning just enough to meet my eyes, determination shining through her fear.
“I want you. Please, don't stop.”
Relief and desire crash over me, pulling me under. I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her neck, tasting her skin.
“I'll make it good for you,” I promise, my voice rough with the effort to stay gentle.
My hands slide lower, parting her thighs wider, and I settle between them, kneeling to bring my face level with her exposed pussy.
She's already wet, her folds glistening with arousal, and the scent of her fills my senses, driving me wild.
I press my mouth to her, tongue flicking out to taste her sweetness. She moans, a sharp, needy sound that echoes in the cabin, her hips bucking instinctively.
I grip her thighs, holding her steady as I lick along her slit, savoring every drop. My tongue circles her clit, teasing the swollen nub, and she whimpers, fingers clutching the table's edge.
Emotions swirl in me, fierce and unyielding, as I worship her body. This woman, so innocent yet so bold, has burrowed into me deeper than I expected.
I slide a finger inside her, feeling the tight heat clench around me, and she cries out, her body trembling with building pleasure. I add another finger, stretching her slowly, curling them to hit that spot that makes her gasp my name.
Her breaths come in short pants, her whole frame tensing as I suck on her clit, tongue lashing relentlessly. The taste of her arousal floods my mouth, and I drink it down, lost in the intimacy of her surrender.
She shatters suddenly, her pussy pulsing around my fingers, a gush of wetness coating my chin as her orgasm rips through her. Waves of ecstasy crash over her, and she sobs with release, her body quaking under my hands.
I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, my heart racing from the intensity of her pleasure.
Standing, I strip off my shirt, revealing the tattoos snaking across my chest and the scars from battles long past.
My pants and briefs follow. My cock springs free, hard and throbbing, pre-cum beading at the tip.
I position myself behind her, the head of my cock nudging against her slick entrance. The vulnerability in her posture tugs at me, a protective instinct flaring hot in my veins.
“Tell me you want this,” I demand, voice laced with need, my hands gripping her hips.
“Yes,” she breathes, pushing back against me. “I want you inside me.”
With a groan, I push forward, inch by inch, her pussy stretching around my thickness. She's so tight, so warm, it takes every ounce of control not to thrust deep immediately.
A soft whimper escapes her lips, but she urges me to continue. Emotions choke me, the trust she's giving me feeling like a gift I don't deserve, yet one I'll cherish.
I bottom out, fully sheathed in her, and pause, letting her adjust. Her walls flutter around me, pulling me deeper, and the sensation is overwhelming, a mix of physical bliss and emotional depth that makes my chest tighten.
“You're doing so well,” I praise, leaning over her to kiss her shoulder, my breath hot against her skin. “Taking me like this, so perfect.”
Slowly, I start to move, pulling back and sliding in again, building a rhythm. Her moans grow louder, pain giving way to pleasure as her body adapts. The cabin fills with the sounds of our joining, skin slapping against skin, her wetness easing each thrust.
My possessiveness surges, hands roaming her body, one sliding up to cup her breast, pinching her nipple until she arches. I need her to feel owned, cherished, utterly claimed.
“Mine,” I growl, thrusting harder now, the table creaking under us. Sweat slicks our skin, her hazel eyes glazing over with lust when she glances back at me.
I reach around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing in firm circles as I pound into her. The dual sensations push her toward the edge again, her pussy clenching rhythmically around my cock. Emotions pour through me, fierce love and dominance intertwining, making each stroke feel like a vow.
She comes undone first, screaming my name as her orgasm hits, walls milking me tight.
The pressure builds unbearably, and with a final, deep thrust, I follow, cock pulsing as I cum inside her, filling her with hot spurts.
The release shakes me to my core, a profound sense of connection washing over me, leaving me breathless and sated.
We collapse together, my body covering hers protectively as we catch our breath. I pull her from the table into my arms, turning her to face me, and hold her close against my chest.
Her heart beats wildly against mine, and in that moment, surrounded by the cabin's quiet warmth, I feel a fierce protectiveness bloom. She's mine now, safe in my hold, and nothing will touch her while I'm here.
The fire crackles softly in the corner, casting flickering shadows over our tangled limbs. Her fingers trace lazy patterns on my scarred skin, and she looks up at me with those hazel eyes, now soft and trusting.
A swell of emotion rises in my throat, unexpected and raw. I've claimed her body, but something tells me she's already staking her own claim on my soul.
“Stay with me,” I whisper, brushing a strand of hair from her face, my voice rough from the intensity.
She smiles, nestling closer, her warmth seeping into me like a balm. “I'm not going anywhere.”
“Think you can handle me one more time?”