Bloody Mine (Royal Bastards MC, #2)

straight. Lust and desire swirled in my brain and conjured a wicked heat that began rising inside, focusing all my attention on his mouth and how his lips were capable of so many different facets of his personality. Need – when he pressed kisses to my skin. Obedience – when they tightened with expectation. Humor – when they lifted in the corners just right. And mystery – when they twitched like they were doing now.
“You listenin’ to me, baby?” His gravelly tone caused a shiver down my spine.
I nodded but couldn’t say for sure what he asked.
A dark chuckle left his lips. “I fuckin’ love that look.”
Blinking, I had no idea what he was talking about. “Huh?”
“When you’re so focused on me and my cock you can’t think straight. It’s goddamn heaven.”
I swallowed and he watched the movement, devouring every breath I inhaled as my heart raced with his close proximity. He’d close the distance and I hardly noticed.
“You know what I like best?” he asked, his voice dropping another octave with his obvious arousal.
At a loss, I shook my head. Coherent thought was nonexistent.
“The way your greedy little cunt likes to be filled by my cock and can’t get enough.” His nostrils flared and his eyes changed into an icy crystal blue that mesmerized, owning my full attention.
The sexual attraction buzzed between us and was nearly tangible. If I closed my eyes, I could feel the jolts hovering above my skin and tingling along my flesh, eager to join and merge with his own.
Something carnal and unexplainable existed between me and Bodie and I loved every moment I spent with him even more than the last. Truth be told, I craved him like a drug and needed to be filled like an addictive substance shot into my veins. He gave me a natural high that was difficult to explain to someone who never felt what I did or experienced that level of connection.
Maybe it was lust. Maybe it was need. I’d argue that it was far simpler. Just love.
Pure, passionate, all-consuming love.
The kind where you’d take a bullet for the other person and the thought didn’t even faze you.
I’d jump in front of a moving semi-truck to save his life and I think he knew it.
“You’re it for me, Sasha Pruitt,” he rasped, tilting my chin up so our eyes locked in place. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you or give you. You fuckin’ own me, baby.”
Tears pricked the back of my eyes and I blinked before they could surface. “I’d say it’s mutual.”
Bodie’s knuckles brushed along the contour of my cheek. “Sasha” His hands dropped to my shoulders briefly, moving slowly as they skimmed over my chest as light as a feather. Rising higher, his fingers brushed along my neck and tilted my head back, his thumbs anchored on either side of the bottom of my chin. “Close your eyes,” he whispered, and I realized he was lowering his head, pausing just an inch from my trembling lips that parted, my breath hitching as I awaited the warmth that would follow.
My eyes closed and I breathed raggedly, several seconds passing until his mouth closed over mine. I expected him to lose control but his touch was so tender, so sweet that I nearly forgot a rough, deadly biker was holding me hostage in his arms. Bodie’s lips opened as his tongue gently pushed through the seam and forced his way inside. His kiss was hungry, dominating my senses before he pulled away slightly, his teeth nibbling my bottom lip. As our gaze met, he held my face in his hands, and then pressed multiple light kisses all over my mouth and jawline until I moaned.
“Are you trying to seduce me?” I asked, the words breathy.
He laughed lightly. “No, Sasha. I just want you to know what you mean to me.” He cleared his throat. “Baby, I want to ask you something.”
Standing next to his Harley, tucked into the warmth of his body heat, I was completely clueless what his next words were going to be.
“Sasha Pratt, will you marry me?”
Bodie dug into his cut and pulled out a ring, lifting my hand and sliding a diamond onto the index finger as I fought to gain control over my emotions. Shocked, I had to take a few seconds for his words to absorb into my brain.
“Yes, Bodie, I’ll marry you.”
“Fuck yes, baby.” He tugged my body closer, his mouth crashing down on mine as he reached for my jacket, tossing it aside before he nearly ripped my shirt and lifted it over my head. My bra followed and he didn’t hesitate to capture a nipple in his mouth, his tongue curling around the tip before he sucked hard. His hands were kneading the flesh of my ass and gripping with ownership. “Mine,” he growled, lifting his head to peer into my eyes. “My pussy. My ol’ lady.”
I nodded in complete agreement.
“My future wife.”
Damn. Hearing him say that instantly turned me on more. “Yes,” I panted.
“Need to be inside you, baby. Right fuckin’ now.”
The rest of my clothes landed in a heap beside the bike. He shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders. I didn’t know why but didn’t care as he resumes his attention on my breasts, driving me wild with need. I was a total breast girl. If he played with my nipples, I got tingly down below.
“More,” I rasped.
I needed closer to him, to feel his skin against mine.
Bodie groaned and reached down, gripping my ass while lifting me at the same time my legs wrapped around his waist. He had me up against the wall faster than I could draw in a breath. That explained the jacket. I was protected against the rough exterior of the building. Our lips smashed together with a feral hunger, his tongue thrusting into my mouth the same way I was desperate to feel his cock inside me.
“I need inside you, baby. This is gonna be hard