Page 39 of Victorious, Part 2 (The LA Defiance MC #6)

“No,” I say quickly, cupping his face. “It’s not that. It’s just…” I hesitate, my anxiety almost crippling me as I stare into his eyes, feeling like he’s about to divorce me, when I tell him.

Quickest marriage in history.

He stills completely, his hands braced on either side of my head. His gaze searches mine. “Clover, talk to me?”

My heart pounds so hard it hurts.

I feel as though I might throw up.

But I can’t lie to him.

Not about this.

Not when he’s about to take something I’ve never given anyone.

“I’ve never…” The words choke in my mouth. “I’ve never done this before.”

His brow furrows, confusion flashing across his face. “Done what?”

I swallow hard, my eyes leaving his out of embarrassment. “Had… s-sex.”

Everything about him goes still, and I risk looking back at him. His pupils dilate, his chest rising and falling rapidly while he tries to process what I’ve just said. He lets out a heavy breath, blinking a few times. “Wait… you’re a virgin?”

Clenching my eyes shut, I whimper a little inadvertently. “I’m sorry. I should have told you—”

“But we’ve done things. You gave really good fucking head—”

“I know,” I interrupt softly. “I watched a lot of videos. I didn’t want you to know because I didn’t want you to treat me like I was fragile. But I can’t… I can’t let this happen without you knowing.”

“Jesus Christ, Clover,” he mutters, sitting back slightly on his knees as if the air has been punched clean out of him.

He scrubs a hand down his face. “There have been times on this trip where we’ve come close.

The cat got in our way, or something else stopped us.

Would you have told me then? Or let me take your virginity in a fucking abandoned ticketing booth on the side of the damn road? ”

The weight of his reaction crushes something in my chest.

“I don’t know. I might have told you, but I probably wouldn’t have. I’m sorry. I just… I didn’t want to scare you off.”

His eyes snap to mine. “You think this scares me?”

I shrug, suddenly unsure, and he exhales hard, leaning back over me, dropping his forehead to mine. “Clo, we’re drunk. This is your first time. I don’t know if this is a good idea. You need your first time to be something special. I need to prepare. To do something magical for you.”

I look at him with a kind smile. “It’s our wedding night. What’s more magical than that?” I whisper. “I want you. I want it to be now. I trust you, Wes. Please . I just needed you to know.”

He pulls back, staring at me like he’s trying to memorize my face. His jaw flexes, his hands fisting in the sheets on either side of my head.

He’s struggling.

I see it.

The push and pull of want and restraint fighting inside him.

“You’re killing me, Clo,” he rasps.

“It doesn’t have to be perfect. I just need you,” I tell him honestly.

He stares at me for another long second, and then something shifts in his expression. The heat doesn’t disappear. It transforms from frantic and feral to respectful.

“Okay,” he softly agrees. “We do this my way. Slow. Gentle. And you tell me if anything hurts, if anything doesn’t feel right. I’ll stop, I swear.”

I nod, my throat too tight to speak.

His hand slides up, gentle this time, caressing my face as he leans in, kissing me slowly, like we’ve got all the time in the world.

He braces a hand beside my head and uses the other to guide himself to my entrance.

The moment the head of his cock presses against me, we both suck in a sharp breath.

“Jesus,” he murmurs, voice shaking. “You feel… fuck, baby.” He pushes forward slowly, carefully, inch by inch. The stretch burns slightly, but I’m still soft and pliant from before, my body welcoming him with a low, aching fullness. I gasp, eyes squeezing shut.

“Talk to me,” he says, voice tight. “Too much?”

“No,” I whisper, tears prickling behind my eyelids. “It’s just… it’s a lot. But it’s good. Keep going.”

He leans down, pressing his lips to my cheek, my jaw, my neck, murmuring soft reassurances as he keeps easing in. When he’s fully sheathed inside me, we both groan at the overwhelming sensation.

He holds still, buried deep, letting me adjust.

I wrap my arms around his back, feeling the way his muscles tremble under my palms.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice cracking.

I nod. “You can move. I want you to.”

He pulls out slowly, then slides back in, testing the rhythm, watching my face with every stroke. The pain fades, replaced by a warm hum that grows stronger with each gentle thrust.

My body begins to respond, arching, reaching, chasing, and he kisses me again.

Our mouths move in tandem, just like our bodies.

The rhythm builds gradually. Deep and intentional.

Every thrust makes me feel more connected to him, every touch an unspoken promise.

And somewhere in the middle of it all, my eyes begin to well, not from pain, but from the staggering emotion.

He stills, his concerned eyes on mine. “Clover? Are you okay?”

I nod frantically, cupping his face. “Don’t stop. Please . I just… I love you so much, it’s overwhelming.”

His eyes shine, and he kisses me fiercely. He’s trying to pour every ounce of his love into me, and I feel it all.

The tempo rises again, our bodies moving in sync, breaths tangled, hands everywhere. I feel it building, slow and delicious, coiling tighter and tighter. Phoenix groans, his thrusts growing deeper, less controlled.

Like he’s right on the edge.

With a groan, he suddenly pulls back slightly, shocking me. I go to ask if he’s okay, but his hands grab my waist as he spins us on the bed. “I have to change this up, or I’m not gonna last long enough. You feel too fucking good, baby.”

He lands with his back on the bed, and he pulls me down to straddle him. My anxiety begins to flow through me again as he moves me into position, but his hand slides out, gripping my thigh. “Hey… I got you.”

And that’s all the encouragement I need.

Biting my bottom lip, he uses one hand to hold my hip, the other lines his cock up with my pussy, and he helps ease me down onto him. My mouth forms a perfect ‘O’ as I slide all the way down, almost climaxing with how much deeper this feels.

“Shit, Phoenix, it’s so…” I can’t even finish my sentence. Or move. Or think while I sit here trying to function.

He chuckles, his thumbs gently brushing my thighs while he looks up at me lovingly. “I know, baby. We’ll move only when you’re ready.”

Somehow, I find the strength to shift my hands to his chest, and just that small movement, leaning forward, sends a whispered gasp out of my mouth.

“So sensitive, Clo.” He groans, his cock twitching inside me, only making me feel more.

My nails dig into his chest, my breathing quickens as everything starts to tremble. “I need to move.”

He grins, and without hesitation, we move together in perfect harmony. Our bodies glistening as I ride him in bed. His hard length thrusts up inside me, stretching me perfectly as my nails scratch his perfect skin. He groans when my head falls back in a bliss I didn’t even know existed.

“Oh God, Phoenix,” I whimper.

His calloused fingers dig into my hips while he moves me up and down on top of him. He’s taking me to a euphoric high as I ride him torturously slowly, savoring every ounce of him I can while still being tender and mindful that this is my first time.

Even though this is slow and gentle, I don’t mind.

We have the rest of our lives to experience every other kind of sex.

I’m so lucky I have the type of husband who’s willing to take things slow and easy with me for my first time.

It’s only heightening the experience, and it makes our connection stronger.

Riding him, knowing we said our vows to each other only a few hours ago, makes this all the more pleasurable.

Phoenix thrusts up into me deeper as his hand skims across from my hip down between my legs.

His thumb presses on my clit, and I gasp at the new heightened pleasure.

I bite down hard on my bottom lip, trying to keep quiet as I ride him a little faster, needing to get to the precipice.

The muffled moans and deep, heavy breathing fill the room when he presses on my clit, swirling slowly, forcing a rapid heat to fill my veins.

I move my hips on top of him a little faster, trying to get the right friction.

We both pant with need while he circles faster as my nails dig into his chest. He groans, pressing firmly on my clit, which sends a jolt right through my core.

My muscles tighten, and my eyes shut. My skin flames red hot, and a shudder rolls through my body.

He presses again, this time roughly on my clit, and I gasp as a jolt of electricity sparks all the atoms in my body. It trembles so much that I feel like jelly, and I moan out loud, not caring if the people in the room next door can hear. Phoenix moans, thrusting up deep inside me.

My entire being ignites. Everything tingles, and my soul shatters in a mind-blasting orgasm as I ride him hard, firmly pressing down on his cock.

He jolts as he groans, his fingers digging into my hips while he helps me ride out my climax.

My body melts, and I lose all function, my body slipping down on top of him.

My head falls forward, my lips crashing to his in a lazy kiss as I somehow slowly continue to move my hips in time with his.

His hands grip my ass as he pulls me on and off him, trying to reach his own peak.

Our tongues lazily massage each other’s as he kisses me back, and he begins to jerk.

His cock twitches inside me, and he groans, thrusting up once more, which makes me moan.

Phoenix’s fingers grip hard, and he unloads inside the condom with an intense throaty groan.

Our bodies are slick with perspiration as we both continue to kiss each other slowly and passionately.

Frantic breaths stream from our noses when our movements finally stop.

His hands slide up my back as he pulls me into an embrace and holds me to him.

Slowly, I pull back from the kiss, resting my forehead on his and looking into his bright blue eyes as we both pant harshly from the exertion.

And as our breathing slows and the world fades to nothing but the sound of our hearts, I know this wasn’t just sex.

It was everything.

Phoenix grips my hips, flipping us over. My back is on the bed with him lying over me. He doesn’t rush to pull away but stays inside me for a while, catching his breath, his hand brushing back my hair as we simply stare at each other.

Just magical.

Then he kisses me gently, his lips press against every part of my face, my forehead, my temples, the tip of my nose, like he’s trying to memorize me all over again. When he finally slips out of me, he does it with care, murmuring quiet apologies even though there’s nothing to be sorry for.

He vanishes into the bathroom, and the unmistakable sound of water running catches my attention. A minute later, he returns with a washcloth and kneels between my legs like I’m something sacred.

“This might be a little cold,” he murmurs gently.

But it isn’t.

I can’t help but smile at my husband taking care of me.

The cloth is warm and comforting as he cleans me up, soft and slow and full of love.

His brows are furrowed in concentration, his touch reverent.

He even presses a kiss to the inside of my knee when he’s done, then tosses the cloth into the corner and climbs into bed beside me.

He pulls the sheets up around us and immediately draws me into his arms, wrapping his entire body around mine as if he’s shielding me from the world.

“You okay, baby?”

I nod, my voice a soft hum. “That was… everything.”

He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, brushing his thumb along my cheek. “You were incredible. Every part of you. I won’t ever forget a single second of this night.”

My heart flutters. The exhaustion mixed with the lingering buzz of alcohol and the warmth of his arms makes me feel wrecked and relaxed all at once. He holds me as though I’m something rare, something worth protecting, even if he knows I could burn the world down.

We lie in silence, the air heavy with satisfaction, the soft sound of our breathing syncing back into rhythm. My fingers lazily trace the line of tattoos on his chest while he strokes patterns across my back.

Just as I’m drifting off, something soft and heavy thumps onto the foot of the bed.

Dracula.

The cat lets out a quiet meow, then curls up against Phoenix’s calf like it’s his designated spot.

“Shit!” Phoenix chuckles, dragging a hand over his clearly exhausted face. “I forgot he was even in the room.”

I giggle, nuzzling closer. “At least he didn’t interrupt.”

“Good wingman,” Phoenix chimes, reaching down to pat Dracula’s back. “Thanks for the assist, little dude.”

And just like that, in a dingy Vegas hotel room, tangled up with my husband and our ridiculous cat, I’ve never felt more at home.

“Love you, husband,” I murmur.

Phoenix presses a tender kiss to my temple.

“Love you more, wife,” he replies.

And with our cat nestled firmly between us, we fall asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.

We’ll deal with today’s fallout tomorrow.