Page 139 of Ink's Devil

Her eyes stare into mine, disbelieving as she tries to process what I’ve said. “We’ve only just met.”

“Why waste time? I don’t need longer, fuck, I’ve had more than enough time to think. Sitting in the jail cell, all I could think of were the chances I’d lost. Now I’m a free man, I don’t want to wait any longer. I’m ready to be all-in, babe.”

It’s now her hand touching my cheek. “I feel the same way, Ink. Losing you hurt more than it should. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, even when you told me it was over. Now you’re saying everything I wanted you to say, but I can’t believe it. I must be dreaming.”

I chuckle with relief. “I’ll pinch you if you like.”

“Kiss me.” It’s almost a challenge.

A challenge I’m more than happy to rise to. Without hesitation I lower my head, taking her lips gently at first, then applying more pressure, sweeping my tongue inside her mouth. That taste, it’s like home. My pelvis leans forward, my hardness grinds against her. After a few minutes when I pull back, her face is flushed.

“You sure it isn’t just sex?” she asks, having realised my state of arousal.

“After everything I’ve said, Beth? After I’ve laid my soul bare?” I go to say more, but now it’s her putting her fingers over my lips.

“My turn.” She looks away, then back. “I didn’t understand how quickly you’d wormed your way into my heart until I thought I’d lost you forever, or for a good long time anyway. I didn’t want anyone else, Ink. I would have waited.”

“You’d have forgotten me soon enough.” I smile to soften my words. I wouldn’t have blamed her.

“Forgotten you? There’s never been another man like you, Ink. You take, you don’t ask. Yet you never ask more of me than I’m prepared to give, except for your request which I only heard second hand, to stay away from you. But I’d have done that, if I’d thought that was really what you wanted. Now you say you already claimed me?”

“I wanted you to have protection.”

“Your club hated,hatesme, with good reason.”

“My club doesn’t hate you. They didn’t trust you, but when they found Connor, they knew you’d been telling the truth.” I don’t tell her they treated her as my old lady with a caveat, a caveat that no longer exists. They’ve still to officially vote her in, but I’m sure there won’t be a problem with that.

She’s staring past me at a point on the opposite wall. I’d felt we were making headway, now I’m not sure at all. Cupping my hand under her chin, I turn her to face me again. “What is it, Beth?”

“It’s stupid… but you mean everything to me, Ink. It was only ever you. I saw you at Mel’s wedding and didn’t want anyone else. Yes, I came onto Mace, but only to get a reaction from you. I’d never have gone with him. If you’d turned me down…”

“I didn’t,” I tell her. “Even then I didn’t want you with anyone else.”

“Ink, you knew what you were doing, you were prepared to give up your freedom for me, well, I wanted to give up mine for you. I wanted to go to the cops, but Demon and Mom told me it wouldn’t make any difference. If it had meant you’d have gotten out, I’d have done it.”

Again, I chuckle. “Two martyrs, yeah?”

She smiles back. “Seems it would be a waste not to give whatever’s between us a chance.”

“I want everything, Beth,” I warn her, laying out what I want to happen. “I want you with me, living with me, sharing my life. If we’re going to make a go of this, I want the whole damn package.”

“Live, here?” She looks around my room. It’s not much to offer her, I know that.

“We’ll buy a house, Beth. Choose somewhere together. But yeah, for now, here will do.”

She glances around again, and once more her lips curve. “Well, you do have a well-equipped bed.”

I move closer, putting my mouth to her ear. “I’m ready to show you just how well equipped it is.” More than fucking ready. It’s time I physically claimed her.

Her hands wrap around me pulling my body into hers. “I don’t mind if you do.”

I can’t wait any longer. “Strip.”

This time I don’t turn away. This time I keep my eyes on hers. When she removes her tee, I remove my cut. Her bra goes, so does my shirt. In unison our hands go to our hips, our jeans pushed down as though in a choreographed dance.

“On the bed,” I instruct when all our clothes have disappeared. I’ll take my time with her later, but now I want to do what I’ve been dreaming about, slide inside her perfect cunt.

She’s on her back, but not lying flat, she’s propped up on her elbows. Her teeth are biting her lip, and her tongue comes out to soothe the slight hurt. I doubt she knows she’s doing it, but each action is turning me on more.

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