Page 22 of Property of Blade (Kings of Anarchy MC: Alaska #1)
Blade’s tongue slides against mine, sending a shiver of heat straight down my spine.
One of his hands moves to my waist, pulling me closer, our bodies pressing together as if he can’t get enough of me.
A soft moan escapes my lips, the sound barely audible but filled with so much need.
Without thinking, I thread my fingers through his long hair, tugging him closer, urging him to deepen the kiss.
Blade growls low in his throat, the sound vibrating through me, and then his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me against him with a strength that takes my breath away. Without breaking the kiss, he lifts me off the floor, and my body responds to his dominance.
With quick, sure steps, he carries me into the bedroom, the door barely making a sound as it swings open.
In one smooth motion, he lays me down on the bed, his body immediately covering mine, the weight of him a delicious pressure that makes my heart race.
The kiss turns frantic and frenzied, as if we both need this more than air.
Our lips clash, teeth biting, tongues tangling, each kiss more urgent than the last, an explosion of passion that fills the space between us.
Every touch and movement is pure, unrestrained hunger, as though there’s nothing but us in the world.
Blade’s hands move with careful intention, the pads of his fingers grazing my skin as he slides the spaghetti straps of my dress off my shoulders.
The fabric falls away, teasing me with the promise of more.
His lips trail along the delicate curve of my neck, his kiss a soft, burning pressure against my skin that makes me shiver.
The heat of his breath sends a rush of warmth through me, and I tilt my head back, giving him more access, craving every touch.
Slowly, Blade moves lower, his lips brushing between the swell of my breasts.
His hands, strong and steady, continue their descent, tugging at the fabric of my dress, pulling it down, inch by inch.
The weight of the dress slipping off my body is intoxicating, leaving me feeling vulnerable yet completely exposed under his touch.
Before I know it, I’m lying there in nothing but my underwear, my body bare and trembling beneath him, his gaze now darkened with desire as it rakes over me.
“You are beautiful, Hannah,” Blade says, his voice rough and raw with desire.
The words send a jolt of heat through me, and before I can respond, he moves off me and stands, pulling his shirt over his head.
His muscled, tattooed chest is now exposed, each inked design telling its own story, each scar marking a battle he’s fought.
It’s a sight meant for no one at this moment but me, and my heart races as I take it all in.
Kneeling in front of him on the bed, I can’t resist the pull between us.
I move closer, my hands trembling slightly as they reach for his belt.
My fingers fumble as I tug at it, desperate to remove it, to get closer to him as the tension builds between us, thick and electrifying.
My breath hitches, and my body reacts, every inch of me yearning to be as close to him as possible.
The belt finally comes undone, and I undo his jeans, then pull down the zipper.
Blade cradles my face as he kisses me. The hum I felt before from his chest is louder.
Aggressively, I tug down his jeans and free his cock.
My hand wraps around the thick length of it, and he bites my lip almost painfully.
Blade undoes my bra, dropping it to the floor, his rough hands cupping each of my breasts. His eyes lock with mine as he slowly lowers his head to one of my nipples. My neck arches in ecstasy as I release his cock and cradle his head to my breast.
Blade pulls away, kicks out of his boots and jeans, then playfully pushes me back on the bed. He peppers kisses on my neck and down my body. As he works his way back up, his tongue traces the scar on my leg, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt more sexy.
Blade blows on my pussy, and I instinctively arch, wanting more.
He chuckles as he kisses my stomach, then my breast, and lastly, my lips.
Reaching down, I wrap my hand around his cock and pump it up and down.
Blade closes his eyes, and now it’s my turn to laugh.
His eyes snap open, and he presses down on me, covering me again with his body, and I wrap my legs around him.
It’s been so long since I’ve felt beautiful, even before my accident. I always felt as though everything needed to be perfect, from my hair to my makeup and even my clothes. With Blade, I feel as though I could wear a sack, and he’d look at me like he’s looking at me right now.
Blade drags his mouth down my neck, and I gasp. “Why does this feel so good?”
“It’s the pull,” he states as he flicks my nipple with his tongue. “I’ve never craved anyone like this. This feeling could consume me, and I’d let it.”
Blade grinds into me, his cock teasing me. He moves back to my nipple, biting hard enough to elicit a cry of ecstasy from my lips. Every part of my body is on fire, and when his hand slips under the waistband of my underwear and pushes two fingers inside me, we both groan.
Arching into him, I pant, “More.”
Blade moves his fingers in and out of me, and I feel my body tremble. Dragging my nails down his back, he hisses, but not in pain, in pleasure. He sucks on my nipple and drives into me harder, then his thumb presses down on my clit, and my body shatters around his hand.
Tipping my head back, I cry out his name, “Blade.”
Blade growls, rips my underwear from my body, kisses me, then positions his hard length at my entrance.
Reaching up, I press my lips to his, urging him to take me.
He pushes into me slowly, never breaking the kiss.
Every hard inch of him fills me completely, and then he slowly pulls out. My body stretches to take all of him.
“So wet, so tight, and so ready for me.”
His movements are slow and deliberate, my body on fire as he fills me time and again. But I need more. I need him to fuck me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I try to increase his speed, but Blade continues his slow assault.
“More,” I beg.
Smiling down at me, I swear his eyes have changed color, and his expression is almost feral.
Blade drags his mouth from my neck to my shoulder, where he bites down and then increases his speed.
I cry out as he hits the perfect spot deep inside me.
His thrusts get a little harder, and I feel his teeth pierce my flesh, but it doesn’t hurt.
My skin is tingling as he pounds inside me.
Blade places a hand on either side of my head as he fucks me.
Blood drips from his lips, but all of my senses are focused on the ache between my thighs.
“Mine,” he growls.
“Please,” I beg. “ Blade .” His name on my lips sounds like a prayer as my body gives in to the pleasure of his cock.
Clutching his waist, I dig my nails in as I cling to him as he moves faster and faster.
My muscles tighten around him, but he doesn’t slow.
This orgasm is unlike anything I’ve had before—I feel as though I’m falling, but it’s so much more than that.
My body feels as though it was made for this, made for him.
Blade thrusts into me one last time, filling me completely.
His weight presses me down into the bed as he licks my shoulder and finally finds his release.
I groan beneath him and feel his heart hammering in his chest as much as my own.
My nails retract from his waist, and I trail them up and down his spine.
Blade rolls onto his side, pulls me close, and kisses my temple.
As our breathing slows, Blade touches all of me.
Neither of us speaks, and I feel so damn good.
When he growled, mine , I swear my body wanted him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
It’s as though my soul has found a home.
Nestled against him as he explores my body, I drift off to sleep, feeling completely protected and cherished in his arms.