“Ah, fuck,” Trev growled. “This ain’t playing. This is real.”
Trev’s mouth attacked hers. They kissed hard and wild. Eden hurried to open Trev’s jeans, needing to touch him. Needing to feel him inside her. He had officially become her favorite drug. What tattooing would do to calm her mind was what Trev’s dick did now. Her appetite for him was voracious. Even though she was hurt and angry, she wanted him.
As her hand wrapped around Trev’s cock, feeling him getting harder by the second, she couldn’t help but wonder if she was walking in the same shoes as her mother. Would she become some beaten up old lady? Would she look twenty years older than she was?
Trev groaned and pulled Eden from the sink. He tore open her pants and shoved them down. Then went past her knees and his hands touched the back of her legs. At her ass, he gripped her and lifted her. He put her back on the sink and reached between her legs, his fingers grazing the warmth of her slit.
Eden let out a moan. Two of Trev’s fingers were against her and then they were inside her. With a hard thrust, Trev plunged his fingers into her depth. Eden slid her hand to the head of Trev’s cock and squeezed, knowing it was his sweet spot. She then rolled her thumb back and forth over the ridge of his tip, feeling him thicken.
They stared at each other. Trev eased his fingers out of her body and up. His slick fingers touched her clit and Eden jumped.
“Yeah,” she whispered.
“You’re fucking crazy,” Trev said. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me, Eden. Inside and out. I’m going to fill your * and your heart.” He slipped a hand to the back of her neck. “Don’t ever fucking stop trusting me. Swear on that right now.”
“I swear,” Eden said. She was on the verge of whimpering. Her body needed him so badly. “I swear I’ll trust you.”
Trev gently kissed her.
He came forward, pressing himself to her slit. Eden’s hand touched herself and she felt him open her. His girth stole her breath. She tried to slink back, almost nervous about that first thrust because of how it felt.
Trev was faster than her. He thrust and pounded right into her.
Eden put her head back and let out a cry.
Trev kissed her neck and then placed both hands to her hips. He held her there and fucked her. Each thrust harder than the previous. Each thrust deeper. The entire time, Trev’s lips and tongue didn’t leave Eden’s body. He kissed both sides of her neck, nibbled on both of her ears, and then sought out her lips and didn’t stop kissing her.
As crazy as it was, it was like Trev was making love to her. His own version of it. And right there, in the bathroom in a bar of Back Down Devil MC. Not quite the intense romance thing Eden had expected when she met someone she really cared about, but then again, it was Trev and it was the outlaw life.
What else would it be?
Eden held onto Trev’s leather cut and she dug her heels into the back of his legs.
“You feel so fucking good,” Trev growled, his teeth grazing her neck. “You taste so fucking good too.”
“Oh, Trev,” Eden purred. “Yes.”
“You liked seeing me fight that guy, didn’t you?”
Eden felt her hips rocking because of Trev’s thrusts. “Fuck… yes…”
“I’ll always protect you,” Trev said. “Nobody will hurt you, ever. I’m fucking claiming you as my own, Eden. Do you understand that?”
Biting her lip, Eden groaned. Trev pounded into her and held there. He bucked his hips, digging even deeper. Eden opened her mouth and had no breath, no air, nothing. She stared at Trev, trying to say something.
She nodded.
“Good,” Trev said. “Now I’m going to fill you again. Then you’re going to wear my ink.”
Eden let out a yell as Trev slowly pulled back. She felt the tip of his cock sliding against her insides, making her rock her hips. He then fucked her harder than ever. From zero to a hundred in two thrusts, Trev put his lips to Eden’s but he didn’t kiss her. They were just together, their bodies colliding with intense pleasure.
Eden started to cry out, louder and louder.
“Yes,” Trev said. “Let everyone fucking hear you. They’ll know then you’re mine.”
Eden clutched the leather cut tighter.
She let out one last cry and Trev stole it by kissing her. That was when he started to come, pumping himself back and forth as he came, spilling into her. Eden slid her hands around to the back of Trev’s leather cut, following the outline of his patch. She then grabbed his belt and pulled, wanting him deep inside her. He held there, his cock still throbbing. Each time, he grunted.
“Fuck,” Eden whimpered. “It’s so good, Trev.”
Trev looked at her. “Are you ready for this?”
“For what?”
“Ink,” he said.
“Right now?”
“Right fucking now,” Trev said. “You’re going first… then you’re going to ink me.”
“Tonight?”
“I trust you, beautiful. I want you to tattoo me.”