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“Do you really want this?” he asked again between kissing and sucking, licking and feeling her tremble in his arms. Scars needed to be sure. He wanted her completely willing, 100 percent ready for him and what that entailed. “Because once we start, I won’t stop.” He pulled back. “I won’t stop until you know without a shadow of a doubt that you're mine.” He knew this could scare her off, ruin everything, and have her leaving. But Scars was willing to take that risk. She had to see this wasn’t just a one-off for him, a one-night stand that meant nothing.
It means everything.
She stared into his eyes and nodded slowly.
“No, tell me, Hannah. Let me hear the words come from those pretty lips of yours.”
“I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you, Scars. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you, Mickey.”
He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers, breathing roughly. No one called him by his given name anymore. He was always Scars, President of the Vicious Bastards MC. And he’d been good with that. He liked it that way. But hearing Hannah call him Mickey did something funny in his chest. It made him want to be the man she deserved.
It made him want to be her everything.
“You're mine,” he growled and kissed and nipped along her jaw. “All mine. No one else will have you.” She tightened her hands around his neck and brought her body flush with his.
“I don’t want anyone else.”
A gasp left her when he ran his tongue along her throat. “I need you so fucking badly, Hannah. So much I ache deep inside, a place no one has ever touched.”
“God,” she moaned. “Same. I feel the same.”
He had his hands on her waist and pulled her to the edge of the dresser then ground himself against her again. Her nails dug into the back of his neck, and he hissed in pleasure from the sting of pain.
Scars continued to run his tongue the rest of the way up her neck and to her mouth. He let his hands slide over her waist to the front of her jeans. He gave her a minute to stop him, but she didn’t. In fact, she lifted her hips closer. A growl left him as he flicked her button undone, smoothing his fingertips along the smooth, warm strip of flesh that he felt.
Gripping the edge of her jeans, he started pulling them down her legs, wanting to feel her… taste her. Scars needed to get her ready, wanted her so soaking wet for him that her cream slipped down her inner thighs. Then he’d lap it up, swallow it, beg for more.
“God, Scars,” she breathed out. “I’ve never felt this way before.” She murmured it against his lips, and he felt her hands reach between their bodies, felt her tug at his jeans.
“Please,” she begged.
“You don't ever have to ask, Hannah. Everything I am, everything I have is yours.”
She popped the button of his jeans free, but he felt wild and frantic, gently moved her hands out of the way, and did it himself. He shoved the denim down, taking his boxer briefs with them so the material now hung off his thighs. And when he pulled back, stared into her eyes that matched his own heavy-lidded, arousal-crazed ones, he knew she needed to be good and primed for what he planned on doing to her.
He dropped to his haunches between her spread legs, had his hands on her inner thighs, and pushed them open a little more. The little white panties that covered the most intimate part of her blocked his view of what he craved so fucking much his mouth watered for a taste.
He could see the center of the fabric was soaked, her arousal going clean through those feminine underwear. The smell of her wetness filled his nose, and he closed his eyes and made a deep noise that came from the center of his chest. His cock was solid, rock-hard, precum a steady drip from the tip. He opened his eyes and reached out, his hand shaking slightly as he trailed a finger along the edge of her panties, right where they were tucked against her pussy, and then he gently pulled the material aside.
He’d never felt more… starved.15Scars was thirsty, and he knew Hannah was the only thing that could ever sate that thirst.
Hannah was so pink, so wet, her pussy tiny, her clit engorged because of how much she wanted him. Sliding his fingers through her slit, Scars felt the silkiness of her, never in his life experiencing anything like this before. He gathered her cream and brought his fingers to his mouth, lifting his gaze and staring into her face. He wanted her to watch, to see this.
