Patriot (Hades Abyss MC 6) - Harley Wylde Page 0,24
you,” she said in a voice so soft I nearly didn’t hear her.
I didn’t know why, especially since my dick hadn’t softened yet and was now trapped between us. After everything they’d done to her, how could she stand here, naked and in my arms? I’d have thought removing her clothes would terrify her, much less being pressed against me without anything between us.
Maybe I didn’t know as much about her as I’d thought. I’d known she was stronger than she realized, but perhaps her strength was greater than even I had discerned.
“If you want to shower, I’ll get out. I meant what I said before. I don’t expect anything of you, Little Bit. We can go at your pace, however slow that might be.”
“What if I want to try? I want to be normal, Ronan. I’m tired of being scared, of only remembering pain when it comes to men. You’ve kissed me several times now. It didn’t scare me. I liked it.”
“It’s not a good idea, MaryAnne. Not while we’re both naked. Even I don’t have that kind of control.”
She reached up and cupped my cheek. “I think you do.”
“You were wrong, you know? I still think you’re beautiful. These scars…” I reached out and traced one of the silver lines across her breast. “They don’t make you ugly. They show your strength. Your determination to survive.”
Her nipple hardened and she sucked in a breath. I kept my gaze on her face, watching for her reaction, as I let my finger slide down, then lightly caress the pretty pink tip. She bit her lip, but her eyes darkened. Not from fear but from need. I cupped her breast and rolled her nipple between my fingers.
“Feel good?” I asked.
She nodded. Christ. I was going to hell. I knew I should get the fuck out and put some space between us, but I wanted to show her pleasure, to give her a good memory to associate with being touched.
“I do anything you don’t like, or that scares you, I want to know. Understood?”
“I understand,” she said.
I leaned down and kissed her, tasted her. Before I realized it, I’d backed her to the glass wall. She didn’t protest. If anything, she leaned into me, silently asking for more. I cupped her ass with both hands and lifted her. MaryAnne wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms looped around my neck.
“We don’t have to do this, Little Bit,” I murmured before kissing her again.
“I know, but I think I need this as much as you.” She blinked at me before giving me a hesitant smile. “I need to know I can enjoy being with you, that sex isn’t painful. Take away my memories and give me new ones. Please, Ronan.”
Fuck me. When she asked so sweetly, how could I tell her no?
“If you get scared…”
She silenced me with a kiss. “I won’t.”
I reached between us, rubbing her clit. Her lips parted and I saw the pulse in her throat start to race. It only took a few strokes before she cried out, hips bucking against me, as she came. The flare of surprise in her eyes, the startled expression on her face, was enough to tell me she’d never had an orgasm before.
“That’s it, Little Bit. Come for me. Let go.” I kept rubbing, not stopping until the last tremor had raked her small frame. While she was loose and wet, I positioned my cock against her pussy and eased inside, giving her time to tell me to stop or push me away. “Fuck, MaryAnne. You feel so damn good.”
Her nails bit into my shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
I placed a hand on her hip and drove into her. She tipped her head back, her eyes narrowing to slits as she stared at me. Soft cries escaped her as I thrust into her tight pussy, over and over. I felt my balls draw up and knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I rubbed her clit again, and when she found her release, I came inside her.
It had been too fucking long since I’d been with a woman. If it had been anyone in here with me other than MaryAnne, I’d have been embarrassed. I knew she wouldn’t judge me.
My cock twitched and throbbed, but I wasn’t ready to pull out. The way she tightened her hold on me, it seemed she was okay staying as we were for at least another minute or two. I smoothed her hair back from her face.
“You all