One of his hands slides up my back to tangle in my hair, pulling just enough to arch my spine. “Come on my cock, Blue,” he commands, his thrusts erratic as he nears his own release.
The command in his voice, the feeling of his hand in my hair, and him moving inside me—it’s all too much.
I shatter around him, my walls clenching as pure ecstasy consumes me. He follows a moment later, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he spills inside me.
For a long moment, we stay like that, both struggling to catch our breath. Finally, he pulls out gently, turning me to face him. The tenderness in his eyes in contrast with the rough way he just took me.
“I love you,” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
In this moment, with his eyes locked on mine and his body still pressed against me, I know with absolute certainty that I’ve found where I belong. It’s not a place. Not this house we’re renovating or this city we live in. It’s him. It’s us.
“I love you too,” I whisper, lifting up on my tippy-toes to kiss him softly.
My life is different now. I’m in love with an outlaw biker who killed my father’s murderer. Maybe that makes us monsters, but we fit perfectly together. He’s dangerous and protective, bossy and tender. And me? I’m stronger than I ever thought possible, braver than I ever knew I could be.
Life isn’t perfect. It’s messy and complicated and sometimes painful.
But as Klutch scoops me up in his arms and carries me down the hall to our bedroom, I know down to my soul that I wouldn’t change a single thing.
Because he’s my beautiful monster.
And I’m his kryptonite.
The End.
