Page 72 of Blade

I clear my throat and mutter, “Don’t do something fucking stupid, brother.”

He snaps, “Do you have my fucking back?!”

I lock eyes with Luna, and her eyes soften, seeing my conflict, knowing he’s about to do something big. I admit, “Always, brother, I always have your back,” and she smiles softly at me.

“Then that is all I need,” he mutters, then hangs up, and I sigh.

Fuck.

“He’s going to kidnap her, isn’t he?” Luna confirms, and I hum, looking at my phone.

Fury mentioned it on a whim the other week about kidnapping my little sister who still wants fuck all to do with me, and the club, had walked straight past him, talking with some guy, not seeing an excited Tate wanting to have a cuddle. Something she apparently, according to Tate rectified and went to the daycare Tate attends just to give her a cuddle after Fury messaged her and bitched her out and now it looks like Psycho is stealing his idea.

“He’s at a loss, princess, and honestly, if it was you,” I say and look at her, I admit, “I’d do it as well, even knowing your past, because I could not bear to see another man touch you.”

She swallows as her eyes race between mine, and I mutter, “I want you to be my old lady.” Her mouth parts in shock and I fully face her as I drop my phone on the counter, then cup her cheek and admit, “I want you to be my girl, my woman, my old lady. I want everything with you, Luna, and I know you’ve been through a lot. I understand that you are most likely scared, but I fucking love you, and I am asking you to take a leap of faith in me to prove to you that I am fully yours, that I’ll always put you and your dreams first,” I gently lay my forehead against hers, “Letme prove to you how much I fucking love you every single day. Wear my cut, princess.”

Her eyes tear up as they race between mine, and I ensure she sees my sincerity and love.

“Please don’t kill Drew,” she whispers as an answer, and I scowl at her and remind her, “His lips touched yours!” she winces, and my anger builds that she’s trying to save the weasel's life instead of agreeing to be mine always. I continue, “He groped you and made you out as property. The fucker is lucky he’s still breathing.”

“And I’m asking you not to put any more blood on my hands,” she rasps, and I swallow hard. “I’m asking you to not let my stupid decisions that led him on to take his life.”

I groan and close my eyes, hearing her pleas, but mutter, “Fine,” already hating it.

“Yes, I’ll wear your cut,” she whispers, and I open my eyes and lock them with hers. I’m willing to try if you are, Leo,” she says, and everything in me settles. I press my lips against hers, and she melts into me, opening her mouth and giving me access.

I groan as our tongues tangle, and I grip her ass and lift her. She wraps her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, and I sit her on the counter and break the kiss, breathing hard as I place my forehead against hers.

Luna grips my hair, and my cock twitches, and I mutter, “Looks like I need to order your cut, princess,” and she smiles, her eyes tearing up.

“Kiss me, Leo,” she demands, and I smile before doing as she wishes and press my lips hard against hers in a bruising kiss. Luna moans into my mouth and tightens her legs around my waist, and I grind my hips against her as I grip the bottom of the shirt she’s wearing.

I slowly lift it and break the kiss before taking the fabric off, then throw it on the floor before I take her in, completely bare on my kitchen counter, and I suck in a breath.

Fuck.

“Mine, all fucking mine,” I choke, and Luna’s cheeks heat. I smirk at her shyness as I bring a hand up and tug on her nipple, making her gasp before I lean down and take said nipple into my mouth, sucking it before gently chewing on it.

Luna writhes against me, her hands gripping my hair tightly as she moans, “Oh god, Leo…” And I bring my other hand up, gently rubbing my thumb over her other nipple, and my cock weeps, most likely leaving a wet spot in my boxers.

I need her, but not before I taste her.

Moving my mouth from her nipple, I slowly lick down her body, something I have dreamed of doing before I kneel before her and look up.

Her eyes are wide as she asks, “What are you doing?” in confusion, and I smirk and hook her legs over my shoulders, and I admit, “Finally tasting you,” before placing my mouth over her mound.

Luna gasps in shock before she moans and tightens her legs around my neck as I press my tongue on her clit and rub it in circles, her taste taking over me.

Fuck me, she tastes so sweet, so salty, and so fucking divine.

Groaning, I wrap my hands around her thighs and eat her like a man starved as I shove my tongue in her entrance, licking her out, trying to get as much of her juices in my mouth before going back to her clit and I suck it hard in pulses.

Luna screams as her clit pulses, and I suck harder until her juices fill my mouth and her orgasm washes over her, and I rut my hips, the need for friction fucking high. I quickly stand while pushing my sweats down and slam my lips onto my girl’s, not giving her a break, I release my rock-hard cock and place it at herentrance, and at the same time as I thrust inside her, I shove my tongue down her throat forcing her to taste herself.

Luna wraps her weak legs around my waist and threads her fingers into my hair, gripping it as our tongues tangle and I thrust my hips hard and fast.

I can’t go slow. Her taste has made me fucking wild.

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