Page 33 of Trigger's Temptation

Three little words. A promise or a warning, I don’t know which. But they undo me.

I stop fighting what she means to me and go with it. My mouth crashes against hers, capturing her plump bottom lip between my teeth and gently nipping the skin. Aerianna whimpers, and I force her to stand up.

“Jeans off, Little Kitten,” I demand, smacking her ass.

Aerianna lets out a yelp of surprise and quickly removes her jeans, socks, and shoes. Now, she is standing in front of me in a pair of black silk panties that hug her skin.

I trace the hem of her panties with my fingertip. “If I take these off, will you be soaking wet for me?”

Aerianna nods her head, the control she tries to maintain is no longer present. “Yes, Trigger.”

I shake my head, a low growl leaving my throat. “Call me Carter when we’re like this.”

I remove the rest of my clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor. Normally, it would bother me, but not right now. She’s unraveling me in ways I never expected. My focus is on Aerianna, her tight nipples, rapidly rising and falling chest, and her soaked panties.

Aerianna’s eyes drink me in, and when she whispers my name, “Carter,” I lose it.

I yank off her panties and lift her into my arms, the heat of her center soaking into my skin. My mission, my club, my duty, they’re all afterthoughts as I lower us onto the bed.

Aerianna hooks her feet around my boxers, pushing them down. Her eyes widen as I spring free. “Shit, you’re huge.” The words slip out before she slaps her hand over her mouth.

I chuckle. She’s seen criminals, killers, and the worst the world has to offer. But somehow, I’ve left her speechless.

I chuckle, “Little Kitten, last chance to back out now.” I nudge her opening with my shaft, holding back by sheer willpower. “Are you sure about this?”

Aerianna lowers her hand from her mouth, cupping my face with a touch that’s both tender and unyielding. “I’m done fighting this, Carter. I want you completely. Just don’t make me regret it.”

Something inside me snaps.

I surge forward, sinking into her warmth as she tightens around me like she was made to fit me.

Pleasure and torment crash together. Bliss, because she’s perfect. This feels inevitable, like fate pulling us under. Damnation, because I already know I won’t be able to stop.

The club, my brothers, my mission- they should be my focus. But I just surrendered to my greatest weakness, and now I don’t think I can ever let her go.

“Fuck, you feel incredible.” I groan, withdrawing only to claim her again, slow and deep. I make love to Aerianna like she’s both my salvation and my undoing.

Her body tightens around me, and she shatters, dragging me with her into ecstasy. She takes us both to a place that’s both heaven and hell. Heaven, because she’s everything. Hell, because walking away now is no longer an option.

“Carter,” she moans breathlessly, her sweat-soaked skin wrapped around mine.

My arms are around her back, pulling her against me as tight as I can. Like, I can’t get close enough. I pump a few more times and shudder as her warmth hits my sensitive skin. “Fuck,Kitten.” I kiss her gently on the lips as I slow my hips. Once both our orgasms are through, I release her and flop on my side, pulling her with me.

Spent and breathing hard, I kiss Aerianna again. Once I’m done kissing her, she rests her head on my chest with her ear over my heart. I should get up and use the bathroom and get a washcloth to clean Aerianna, but the beat of my heart lulls Aerianna to sleep, and I follow.

I don’t know what it is about Aerianna, but I don’t plan on ever letting her go.

A loud knockstartles me awake. “What the fuck?” I groan, scrubbing my hand down my face. Aerianna shifts slightly on my chest but doesn’t wake up.

Another pound on my door has me cursing as I climb out of bed. I pull the blanket over Aerianna’s bare body, instinctively shielding her even though she’s out cold. The way she’s sleeping, deep and unbothered, tells me she hasn’t had real rest in a long time.

The pounding starts again, and I swing the door open, naked like the day I was born. “What the fuck do you want?” I growl, coming face-to-face with Capone, Blayze, and Zach.

Capone raises an eyebrow. “What’d you find out?”

Blayze tries not to laugh but fails miserably. “And I don’t want details.”

I run my hands through my hair. “Yeah, about that? We got a little distracted.”

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