Page 26 of Trip (Sons of Hell MC #11)

His mouth trailed down my stomach, his breath hot against my sensitive skin.

He paused, his eyes dark and full of longing, before continuing his exploration.

I felt his mouth on me, his lips and tongue sending sparks of pleasure through my core.

My breath hitched and my hands gripped the sheets as I felt the coils of pleasure tighten.

His thumbs pressed and circled, his fingers skilled and relentless.

I was on the edge, and my body trembled with anticipation.

My cry echoed in the room as my body surrendered to the pleasure he had built. He held my thighs, his own breath ragged and uneven. I shook my head and tried to tear him away.

He was immovable.

I tried to wriggle my hips free from his relentless attack.

He was unstoppable. He kept sucking, massaging, fucking me with his firm, relentless fingers.

I closed my eyes and sobbed against his assault, and gripped his forearm with my fingers.

He continued to kiss and suck my clit as pressure built in my belly and tears leaked out from behind my closed lids.

My back bowed, and my breasts pressed into his hands while he continued to hold me immobile as I writhed under his touch. Helpless.

Tears slid down my face as the intense arousal built in my belly and spread to my limbs, causing my body to shudder uncontrollably. I screamed as my release fiercely crashed into me. Then, I vaguely felt him over me before he slammed his hard cock inside of me.

The room spun as he entered me. The force of his thrust sent a shockwave through my body.

My nails dug into his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks on his skin as I clung to him.

His eyes blazed with a mixture of passion and possession, as his mouth claimed mine in a kiss that tasted of desperation and need.

I could feel his heart pounding against my chest as our bodies moved in perfect sync, as if we were two parts of a whole.

His hands gripped my hips and guided me to meet his relentless thrusts.

More pleasure built with each movement, a sweet torture that had me begging for more.

My cries filled the room—a mixture of his name and incoherent pleas—as the tension coiled tighter and tighter within me.

His breath was hot against my neck, as his lips brushed my skin and he murmured words of desire.

“You’re mine, Slick. Mine,” he growled as he forcefully slammed into me relentlessly. His words echoed in my mind as his body moved in perfect harmony with mine. His touch, his kiss, they branded me as his.

God, I wanted to be his.

The thought sent a rush of desire through me, and I matched his passion with my own, our bodies moving as one.

I could feel his need, his longing, and it only fueled the fire burning within me.

His hands gripped my hips, his thumbs pressed into my skin and left marks that would remind me of this moment.

I wanted those reminders. I craved them.

The room echoed with our passionate cries, a symphony of pleasure and desire. I felt exposed, bare before him in a way I had never been with anyone else.

I was his Slick, and he was my Trip, and in that moment, nothing else mattered. The world beyond these walls didn’t exist, only the heat of our passion and the intensity of our connection.

I felt his lips on my neck, his teeth gently nipping at my skin, and I arched my back and offered myself to him.

With each thrust, I felt myself falling deeper, surrendering to the powerful emotions that had taken hold of me.

I had never felt this way before, so consumed by another person.

It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

I knew I should have felt guilty, but all I felt was a profound sense of rightness, as if my body and soul had been waiting for this moment, for him.

His hands moved to my shoulders, his touch gentle yet firm, guiding me as our eyes locked, and I saw the same vulnerability and desire reflected in his gaze.

“Tell me you’re mine, Slick,” he grunted as he pumped his hard cock into my pussy. “I need to hear you say the words.”

“I’m yours, Trip.”

And that was all he needed to hear as he let go and unleashed a torrent of thrusts that sent my body spiraling once more into oblivion before he stilled above me, his cock pumping his cum deep into my womb.

The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken words and the weight of our actions.

His eyes searched mine, his breath still ragged, and I saw a mirror of my own conflicted emotions.

Then, in that moment, a feeling of peace washed over me, despite the chaos of my heart.

I had chosen, and in that choice, I found a strange sense of clarity.

His thumb brushed my cheek and wiped away a stray tear as his eyes softened. “I love you, Slick. We will figure it out.”

I wanted to tell him it would be okay, that we would figure it out together.

But the words stuck in my throat, tangled in the web of my uncertainty.

Instead, I reached up, my fingers gripping his hair, and pulled him down for another kiss.

It was different this time, sweeter and slower, as if we had all the time in the world.

I felt his smile against my lips, and my heart swelled with a mixture of love and longing.

Trip’s hands moved gently over my body, his touch tender and affectionate.

I knew he was memorizing every curve, every inch of me, and the thought made my chest tighten with emotion.

The rest of the night unfolded with a mix of passion and tenderness.

Each touch, each kiss, was a silent affirmation of our choice.

Our bodies moved in perfect sync, as if they had been waiting for this moment to come together.

I felt whole in a way I never had before, as if Trip was the missing piece I never knew I needed.

As the moonlight filtered through the window and cast a soft glow over our entwined forms, I closed my eyes and silently prayed I’d made the right choice.