Chapter 8 - Kelly
"And it seems like you want it too."
I have no idea what's gotten into me. One minute I'm crying in Blade's arms, and the next I'm grabbing his cock through his jeans, feeling it throb beneath my palm. I should be mortified by my boldness, but something about this man makes me reckless in the best possible way.
He wants me. I can feel it in the hardness beneath my hand, see it in the way his pupils dilate, darkening his already black eyes.
And God help me, I want him too. Not because he saved me—though he did, in more ways than one.
I want him because I see the good in him, buried beneath layers of violence and control.
This is a man worth fighting for. Worth trying to save from his own darkness.
Maybe even worth building a future with, though that thought should terrify me after knowing him less than a day.
"You have no idea what you're doing," he growls, his voice deeper than before. "My control is about to snap, and when it does, I won't be gentle. I'll claim you mercilessly for myself."
His hand wraps around my wrist, not pulling me away from his erection but holding me there, pressing me harder against it. "If I taste you, it's over. I'm never letting you go."
A rush of wetness floods my panties at his words. Fuck. I've never been this turned on in my life, never felt this desperate ache between my legs. I want him to taste me, to devour me if that's what he desires.
But first, he needs to know the truth.
"I'm a virgin," I whisper, the admission making my cheeks burn. "My wedding night was going to be my first time, and no way in hell was I letting those monsters touch me." I look up at him through my lashes, heart hammering in my chest. "But you? You can touch me, Blade. You deserve it."
Something flashes in his eyes. Surprise, then something darker, hungrier, before he visibly reins himself in.
"I don't deserve shit," he says roughly.
"And I don't want you giving yourself to me because you think you owe me for saving you.
That's not how this works." His fingers tighten on my wrist. "I want you to want this.
To want me. My hands, my mouth, my cock inside you.
Not because you're grateful, but because you can't stand the thought of not having me. "
I've never met a man like him before. A man who could easily take what he wants, who clearly wants to take, but instead respects my wishes and desires enough to make sure they're genuine.
This is a man worth losing my virginity to.
And right now, I can't think of anything else I want more than his cock inside me.
I grip his bulge more firmly, feeling it twitch beneath my palm. He grunts, his hands trembling slightly as he fights for control. His jaw is clenched so tight I can see the muscle jumping beneath his skin, his teeth practically grinding together.
“I really want you.” I tell him.
He takes a deep, shuddering breath. "If I become your first, I'll be your last," he says, each word heavy with meaning. "No other man will ever touch what belongs to me."
Belong. The word sends a thrill through me that I shouldn't feel but do. I love the idea of belonging to someone who understands me, who's walked through the same darkness I have. Someone who'll protect me no matter what.
"Do it," I whisper, pressing myself against him. "Make me belong to you."
With a guttural sound that's more animal than human, he grabs the t-shirt I'm wearing and rips it clean down the middle, exposing my plain white bra and trembling stomach to his hungry gaze.
Before I can react, he's pushing me back onto the bed, his large body coming down beside mine.
His hands go to my bra, deftly unclasping it and pulling it away.
My breasts spill free, and I resist the urge to cover myself.
I'm not small—the Vultures MC used to compliment my “big breasts” in a way that made me feel like cattle being appraised—but Blade looks at my curves like they're a feast laid out just for him.
"Fuck," he breathes, before lowering his head to capture one nipple in his mouth.
I gasp at the sensation. Hot, wet suction combined with the rough scratch of his beard against my sensitive skin.
His hand finds my other breast, kneading the flesh before rolling the nipple between his calloused fingers.
The dual sensation makes me arch off the bed, pressing myself harder against his mouth.
He switches sides, giving the other breast the same attention while his hand slides down my stomach to the waistband of the borrowed sweatpants. Without hesitation, he slips beneath the elastic, then beneath my panties, seeking the heat between my thighs.
When his fingers find my wetness, we both groan. I'm soaked, my body more than ready for him despite my inexperience. He traces my folds with one rough fingertip before slowly, carefully, pressing it inside me.
My back arches as the new sensation overwhelms me. I've touched myself before, of course, but having someone else do it, having Blade's finger inside me, is an entirely different experience. Better. So much better.
He moves slowly at first, letting me adjust to the intrusion, before adding a second finger. The stretch burns slightly, but the pleasure overshadows any discomfort. I moan, then immediately cover my mouth with my hand, embarrassed by the sound.
"Don't," he says, pulling my hand away. "Let me hear you. No one else will. Just me."
His permission unleashes something in me. When he curls his fingers inside me, finding a spot that sends electricity racing up my spine, I cry out without restraint.
Blade's eyes darken at the sound. He withdraws his hand from between my legs, and before I can protest the loss, he's moving down my body. He pulls the sweatpants and my panties off, leaving me completely naked beneath his gaze.
I should feel exposed, vulnerable, but all I feel is wanted as he positions himself between my thighs, his large hands gripping the soft flesh.
"So fucking beautiful," he murmurs, before lowering his face to my wet pussy.
The first swipe of his tongue nearly undoes me.
I've never felt anything like it. Hot, wet pressure exactly where I need it most. I'm embarrassed by how long it's been since I've shaved.
Personal grooming wasn't exactly a priority while running for my life, but Blade doesn't seem to care or even notice.
He devours me like a starving man, his tongue exploring every fold, every sensitive spot.
His beard rubs against my inner thighs, the slight burn a counterpoint to the pleasure of his mouth. I can't keep my eyes open, can't focus on anything but the sensations he's creating. Sweat trickles between my breasts as heat builds low in my belly.
Is this what I've been missing? Because it feels like nothing I could have imagined, and we're not even at the main event yet.
Blade is relentless, his tongue circling my clit before dipping lower to tease my entrance, then back again. His fingers dig into the flesh of my thighs, and by the time he finally raises his head, his beard is soaked with my juices, glistening in the dim light.
"I'm making sure you never forget tonight," he says.
He stands beside the bed, and I watch in fascination as he strips off his clothes.
His body is a roadmap of strength and survival.
Carved abs criss-crossed with scars, powerful thighs thick with muscle, broad chest tapering to narrow hips.
When he pushes down his jeans and briefs, his cock springs free, thick and hard and intimidating in its size.
It's beautiful in a primal way, flushed and throbbing, the head already glistening with precum. It wants me, and I welcome it, spreading my legs wider.
"Please," I whisper, beyond shame now, beyond anything but need. "Fuck me."
Blade wraps his hand around his cock, stroking it a few times. I watch in disbelief as it seems to grow even larger, stretching another inch under his touch.
"Jesus," I breathe. "Can I really take all of that?"
"We'll go slow," he promises, moving back onto the bed and positioning himself above me. "And we stop if you need to. But make no mistake. I'm going to fuck you into submission, Kelly. You're going to be mine in every way that matters."
I reach up to cup his face between my palms, feeling the rough texture of his beard, still damp from my arousal. "I'm ready."
He lines himself up with my entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against me. Slowly, carefully, he begins to push inside.
The stretch is immediate and intense: a pressure that borders on pain but doesn't quite cross that line. He's so thick, reaching places inside me I didn't know existed. I feel impossibly full, barely able to move as my body adjusts to his invasion.
"Fuck," he grunts, his arms trembling with the effort of holding back. "So tight. So perfect."
Once he's deep inside me, he pauses, giving me time to adjust. The slight discomfort fades, replaced by a feeling of completeness I've never experienced before. I feel safe in his arms, connected to him in the most intimate way possible.
He begins to move, establishing a steady rhythm.
His powerful thighs flex as he pulls out almost completely before driving back in, reaching depths that make me gasp.
He's claiming me, making me his. We're becoming one—now and forever.
He'll always be my first, the man who showed me what my body is capable of feeling.
His pace quickens, each thrust accompanied by a grunt that sends shivers down my spine. His beard, still wet with my arousal, brushes against my neck and chest as he leans down to kiss my lips.
In this bedroom, nothing bad exists. It's just us and our bodies moving together. In his arms, I'm certain everything will work out. We'll defeat the Vultures MC, save my sister, build something real together. Nothing can go wrong when I feel this complete.
The bed creaks beneath us as Blade's thrusts grow harder, more insistent.
"You feel incredible," he growls against my ear. "So fucking good around my cock."
"Don't stop," I beg, wrapping my legs around his waist to take him deeper.
"I won't," he promises. "But I want to try something."
He slows his movements, then grips my hips and lifts me effortlessly. He sits back and settles me on his lap, his cock sliding back inside me without resistance. I'm so wet, so ready for him, that my body welcomes him instantly.
I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling small and delicate compared to his massive frame. He rocks his hips upward, showing me the rhythm. I'm inexperienced but eager to please, bouncing myself on his thickness as best I can.
After a while, my thighs begin to burn with the effort. Blade seems to sense my fatigue, his hands moving to my ass to help guide my movements. I grip his shoulders for leverage, staring into his face as we move together.
He's beautiful. His hard features softened by pleasure, his eyes half-lidded but intense.
He's a man with both darkness and light inside him, but now he's my man.
I belong to him, and he belongs to me. It doesn't matter that we met just hours ago; I've always believed in destiny, in the idea that someone would come along and save me when I needed it most.
He may not be a prince from a fairy tale, but he's the man who rescued me from a fate worse than death. My dark knight. My protector.
I lean forward until our foreheads touch, whispering against his lips, "I can't hold on much longer. I'm going to cum."
"Do it," he commands, his voice rough with need. "Cum for me, Kelly."
My body obeys instantly, as if it's been waiting for his permission. Waves of pleasure crash over me, starting deep inside and radiating outward until my entire body is trembling with release. I cry out his name. Not Blade, but "Marcus", as the orgasm takes me.
The sound of his real name on my lips seems to push him over the edge.
His thrusts become erratic, powerful, almost desperate.
With a final, deep plunge, he explodes inside me, his cock pulsing as he fills me with his seed.
Even after he's finished, he remains hard inside me, his body shuddering with aftershocks.
I feel claimed in the most primal way possible. His release is warm inside me, marking me as his from the inside out. This is what it means to truly belong to someone, to give and take pleasure, to trust them with your body and heart.
Eventually, he lifts me off him and lays me gently on the bed. His hand runs down his sweat-slicked chest as he looks down at me.
"How do you feel?" he asks, his voice gentler than I've heard it before.
"Amazing," I answer truthfully. "But exhausted. I just want to clean up and sleep for about a week."
He nods toward the bathroom. "Go ahead. I'll be here."
I stand on wobbly legs, feeling his release trickling down my thigh. "Will you... will you sleep with me?" I ask, suddenly shy despite what we've just done.
"Is that what you want?"
"Yes," I say without hesitation. "I'll feel safer with you beside me."
"Then that's what will happen," he says simply. "I'll protect you."
In the bathroom, I clean myself up as best I can, wincing slightly at the tender feeling between my legs. When I return, Blade has pulled back the covers and is sitting on the edge of the bed, still gloriously naked. He stands when I approach, gesturing for me to get in first.
I slide beneath the sheets, sighing at the comfort. The bed dips as he joins me, his large body radiating heat beside mine. For a moment, we lie awkwardly side by side, neither touching nor speaking.
Then, to my surprise, Blade's arm wraps around my waist, pulling me against him so my back is flush with his chest. His knees bend to fit behind mine, his arm a heavy, comforting weight across my stomach.
"Sleep," he murmurs against my hair. "You're safe now."
I relax into his embrace, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing against my back. For the first time in months, maybe years, I feel truly protected. Whatever tomorrow brings, whatever challenges we face with the Vultures MC and rescuing Amy, I know I'm no longer facing them alone.
As sleep claims me, I feel Blade's lips press softly against the back of my neck, so gently I might have imagined it. But I don't think I did. Even the most dangerous men have moments of tenderness, especially in the dark when no one else can see.