Page 38 of Victorious, Part 2 (The LA Defiance MC #6)

CLOVER

Tensing a little, he narrows his eyes on me, sensing my apprehension instantly.

“Hey… you, okay?”

Shaking it off, I slide my arm with his and laugh it off. “Yeah, just the alcohol buzz. Let’s go find Cedar and Meadow and thank them for a good night.”

He leans in, pressing a light kiss to my temple as we walk into the main room of the penthouse to find Cedar and Meadow curling up together on the sofa, looking through the photographs taken tonight on Cedar’s phone.

When they see us, Meadow immediately jumps up. “Are you leaving already? But we were just getting to the good part of the celebration.”

“We should get back,” Phoenix says diplomatically. “It’s been a long day.”

Cedar stands too, understanding immediately. “Of course. Congratulations again, you two. This has been…” He shakes his head with a smile. “This has been one of the best nights I’ve had in a long time.”

“Thank you,” I say, meaning it. “For everything. For being our witnesses, for sharing your evening with us, for just… being yourselves.”

Meadow throws her arms around me again. “You’re going to be so happy together. I can feel it in the universe.”

“I hope so,” I reply honestly.

“I know so,” she insists. “Love like yours doesn’t come around often. Treasure it. I’ll text all the photos in the morning. Have a good night, you two.”

Cedar shakes Phoenix’s hand, then pulls him into one of those masculine hugs that somehow conveys more than words ever could. “Take care of her,” he says quietly.

“Always,” Phoenix replies, then he gently leads me to the elevator.

We make our way out of the fancy hotel, and the walk back to our hotel is quiet, both of us lost in our own thoughts. I keep looking down at the makeshift cactus ring on my finger, still not quite believing this is real.

That we actually did it.

That I’m married to Phoenix.

When we reach the door to our not so bougie hotel room, Phoenix stops me with a hand on my waist. He spins me to face him, gently pressing me back against the door.

His arms come up on either side of my head, his body close, his eyes even closer.

I giggle, but there’s nothing funny about the way my heart is pounding frantically in my chest.

God, he smells good.

All whiskey, late-night sin, and the kind of look that says I’m about to get thoroughly ruined by my new husband in a budget Vegas hotel room.

His iridescent blue eyes lock onto mine, and our breathing increases as he leans in, pressing his lips to mine firmly.

The second his lips touch mine, it’s as if my insides turn to molten lava.

I whimper against him, my hands instantly racing up into his hair, gripping tight like I need his lips on mine to breathe.

A deep growl escapes him, the animalistic tone instantly making my knees go weak, and they buckle against the door.

Phoenix feels me falling against him and doesn’t hesitate.

Without breaking our kiss, his arms loop around me, hoisting me up into his arms. I squeal slightly against his lips as he raises me up to his chest, the dizziness from the alcohol and our intense kissing hitting me fully now as I slide my hand down for the door handle, frantically trying to open the fucking thing for us.

I hear the click, and as soon as it does, Phoenix kicks the door, surging us forward.

My clit throbs so fucking hard as he rushes us inside our room, using his foot to shut the door, almost tripping on something in his hurry to get us to the bed.

Phoenix’s mouth crashes down on mine again, more urgent this time, all whiskey, hunger, and need.

I moan into him, my hands clawing at his shirt, desperate to feel skin beneath my fingers.

He tastes like everything I’ve ever wanted—wild, dangerous, and completely mine.

His body presses me into the mattress as his hands roam frantically.

There’s no hesitation in his touch.

No question that he knows exactly how to drive me insane.

He kisses a line down my neck, dragging his teeth gently over the sensitive skin just below my ear, and I arch beneath him, my body responding with a fervor I didn’t know I had.

His hands slide beneath my wedding dress, pushing it up and over my head, and when he feels how soaked I am through my panties, he growls.

“Fuck, Clover… you’re so wet already,” he murmurs against my skin. “You want this as bad as I do?”

“Yes!” I breathe, gasping when he hooks his fingers in the waistband and drags my panties down.

“Part your legs for me, baby,” he demands, his voice a low rasp against my skin.

I obey, spreading for him, my breath coming so fast I feel dizzy, or maybe that’s the alcohol.

He kisses a path down my torso, his mouth warm and insistent as he moves lower. When he reaches the inside of my thigh, he bites, and not gently. His teeth graze hard enough to sting, and I gasp, my hips twitching.

“You’re already shaking,” he murmurs with a dark chuckle, dragging his stubble across the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. “And I haven’t even fucking started with you yet.”

His hands slide up the outside of my thighs, strong and sure, then one comes up and tangles in my hair, tugging my head back just enough to make my breath hitch.

“You’re mine , Clover,” he growls, the possessiveness in his voice making my core clench. “No backing out now. You married me. That means I get to worship you however the hell I want.”

Seeing the undeniable lust in his eyes and that tone in his voice almost has me undone.

My breathing hitches as his head falls between my legs, his tongue darting out, straight to my swollen clit, and I instantly cry out, the sound ripping from my chest as his tongue circles, rough and unrelenting.

There’s nothing soft about the way he devours me.

This is Phoenix unfiltered.

Wild.

Fierce.

Claiming.

There’s no doubt in the moment that I am his.

He pins my hips with his hand, holding me down as my hips try to buck beneath him.

“Fuck, Phoenix. Oh my God—”

He groans into my clit, the vibration traveling through my entire body. His tongue circles and flicks, his nose nudging against me with every pass, and my thighs tremble, straining to close but unable to break free from his hold.

He tightens his grip in my hair, my head arching back with the force. His other hand slides down the curve of my body, and then one finger slips inside me, slow but firm, curling at just the right angle.

“That’s it,” he growls. “So fucking tight, baby. And so goddamn wet for me.” He adds a second finger, pumping them in time with the steady rhythm of his tongue.

I let out a moan, gasping, clawing at the sheets as the pressure coils in my belly, tight and sharp.

Then his teeth graze over my inner thigh again, biting, sucking.

The animalistic gesture has my body trembling all over.

Pressure builds inside me, my back arches higher off the bed as his hand tightens in my hair, yanking my head back even farther.

I gasp as the pleasurable pain ripples through my skull.

His teeth run up my thigh, my skin glistens as I pant in time with his rhythm. Flashes of light blast behind my eyes, then I gasp, when waves of pleasure radiate through me while his tongue lashes harder on my clit.

It hits me like a punch to the gut wrapped in ecstasy—violent, breathtaking, and addictive. It rolls over me from the ends of my hair all the way to the tips of my toes, shattering every nerve ending inside me while I gasp for oxygen. Any fucking oxygen as my body sags beneath me.

He catches me when all my muscles contract, and I fall into his arms while an overwhelming relaxation swallows me whole. I sob his name, my hips grinding against his mouth as wave after wave of pleasure flood me. My entire body shudders, every nerve ending on fire, every breath a gasp.

He holds me through it, working me with his mouth and fingers until I can’t take any more. Until I collapse, boneless and shaking, sweat slicking my skin.

My ass hits the sheets, but I’m too zoned out to really take in anything.

The orgasm was huge . I know he’s taking his clothes off, but I’m not really paying much attention.

I’m focusing more on trying to breathe. I do hear the telltale rip of a foil packet, and I glance over to see him sheathing a condom over his large cock.

Butterflies dance in my stomach as he leans down over me, trailing kisses up my trembling stomach, then up between my breasts, along my collarbone, and finally back to my lips. He kisses me like a man starved, as if he needs to taste what he’s done to me.

I’m still catching my breath when he pulls back just far enough to look into my eyes. “I love you,” he whispers.

I blink up at him, heart aching, soul full.

“I love you too. So much it scares me.”

His expression shifts. The heat remains, but something softer bleeds in. He brushes my cheek with his knuckles, then leans his forehead against mine.

He climbs up my body, kissing his way along my trembling skin, licking into my mouth like he wants me to taste myself. His cock is thick and hard against my thigh, and I feel the tension coiling inside him as he grinds against me, desperate and wild.

“Fuck, I’ve been aching for you for so damn long.” His voice is dark and rough as he positions himself between my legs, the head of his cock brushing against my entrance.

This is it.

It’s going to happen.

And suddenly, the panic rises in my chest, my breathing rushes as the tip of his cock begins to push in, and my hands instinctively move to his chest and push a little. “Wait!” I blurt, my voice breathless and strained as panic moves into overload.

Phoenix freezes instantly.

His eyes widen, wild and confused, and he pulls back just slightly. It is as if I have just doused him with cold water. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Do you not want to?”