"You feel incredible," he growls against my ear. "So fucking good around my cock."
"Don't stop," I beg, wrapping my legs around his waist to take him deeper.
"I won't," he promises. "But I want to try something."
He slows his movements, then grips my hips and lifts me effortlessly. He sits back and settles me on his lap, his cock sliding back inside me without resistance. I'm so wet, so ready for him, that my body welcomes him instantly.
I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling small and delicate compared to his massive frame. He rocks his hips upward, showing me the rhythm. I'm inexperienced but eager to please, bouncing myself on his thickness as best I can.
After a while, my thighs begin to burn with the effort. Blade seems to sense my fatigue, his hands moving to my ass to help guide my movements. I grip his shoulders for leverage, staring into his face as we move together.
He's beautiful. His hard features softened by pleasure, his eyes half-lidded but intense. He's a man with both darkness and light inside him, but now he's my man. I belong to him, and he belongs to me. It doesn't matter that we met just hours ago; I've always believed in destiny, in the idea that someone would come along and save me when I needed it most.
He may not be a prince from a fairy tale, but he's the man who rescued me from a fate worse than death. My dark knight. My protector.
I lean forward until our foreheads touch, whispering against his lips, "I can't hold on much longer. I'm going to cum."
"Do it," he commands, his voice rough with need. "Cum for me, Kelly."
My body obeys instantly, as if it's been waiting for his permission. Waves of pleasure crash over me, starting deep inside and radiating outward until my entire body is trembling with release. I cry out his name. Not Blade, but "Marcus", as the orgasm takes me.
The sound of his real name on my lips seems to push him over the edge. His thrusts become erratic, powerful, almost desperate. With a final, deep plunge, he explodes inside me, his cock pulsing as he fills me with his seed. Even after he's finished, he remains hard inside me, his body shuddering with aftershocks.
I feel claimed in the most primal way possible. His release is warm inside me, marking me as his from the inside out. This is what it means to truly belong to someone, to give and take pleasure, to trust them with your body and heart.
Eventually, he lifts me off him and lays me gently on the bed. His hand runs down his sweat-slicked chest as he looks down at me.
"How do you feel?" he asks, his voice gentler than I've heard it before.
"Amazing," I answer truthfully. "But exhausted. I just want to clean up and sleep for about a week."
He nods toward the bathroom. "Go ahead. I'll be here."
I stand on wobbly legs, feeling his release trickling down my thigh. "Will you... will you sleep with me?" I ask, suddenly shy despite what we've just done.
"Is that what you want?"
"Yes," I say without hesitation. "I'll feel safer with you beside me."
"Then that's what will happen," he says simply. "I'll protect you."
In the bathroom, I clean myself up as best I can, wincing slightly at the tender feeling between my legs. When I return, Blade has pulled back the covers and is sitting on the edge of the bed, still gloriously naked. He stands when I approach, gesturing for me to get in first.
I slide beneath the sheets, sighing at the comfort. The bed dips as he joins me, his large body radiating heat beside mine. For a moment, we lie awkwardly side by side, neither touching nor speaking.
Then, to my surprise, Blade's arm wraps around my waist, pulling me against him so my back is flush with his chest. His knees bend to fit behind mine, his arm a heavy, comforting weight across my stomach.
"Sleep," he murmurs against my hair. "You're safe now."
I relax into his embrace, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing against my back. For the first time in months, maybe years, I feel truly protected. Whatever tomorrow brings, whatever challenges we face with the Vultures MC and rescuing Amy, I know I'm no longer facing them alone.
As sleep claims me, I feel Blade's lips press softly against the back of my neck, so gently I might have imagined it. But I don't think I did. Even the most dangerous men have moments of tenderness, especially in the dark when no one else can see.
Chapter 9 - Blade
I wake before dawn, disoriented for a moment by the unfamiliar weight pressed against me. Opening my eyes, I find Kelly curled into my side, her blonde hair spilled across my chest. Her face is peaceful in sleep, no sign of the nightmares that plagued her earlier.
I have to blink several times, convinced I'm hallucinating. There's a beautiful woman in my bed. In my arms. A woman I fucked senseless last night after swearing I'd never let another person close enough to matter.
