Lost Reapers MC- Claimed by the Bikers novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95

Daisy

He stared at me with his mouth open. His eyes darted from my face to the swell of my breasts and back in rapid succession.

His Adams Apple bobbed as he swallowed and when he final met my eyes, he looked furious. “Not happening Daisy. You can take off all of your clothes and I still won’t touch you. I am not good enough,” he let out a groan as I reached for the clasp of my bra. “That doesn’t mean you should get naked. Hell you should put your clothes back on. All I’m saying is that it’s not goin to happen. Not now and not ever: you don’t even know what your asking.”

My face tightened. “I’m asking you to help me feel like something other than a freak. But-” pouring I reached for my shirt. “If you don’t want to that’s fine. I’m sure there’s other guys who will. Maybe someone else in the Lost reapers could make my birthday wish come true?” I asked slyły.

“Don’t you even fucking dare.” Ravens eyes blazed and the first hint of jealousy darkened his voice. “No one else.” reaching for me, he closed his hand around mine and squeezed. “Not any of those assholes.”

I lifted my eyes to his.

Raven let out a rattling breath. “I can’t believe your trying to blackmail me.” He shook his head. “Fine.”

Hope filled me. Had he just said fine. Sure it didn’t sound particularly pleased with it but he had just agreed.

I surged forward; my free hand desperate to touch the glistening skin of his chest.

“No.” He snapped. “If we are going to do this then I’m in charge and we do it my way. Is that understood?”

I nodded.

“Good girl, now come here.” Loosening his grip he let me slide closer to him.

Inside my stomach tightened. There was something so hot about the way he called me a good girl. It was like I craved his approval.

“Stand up.”

I shot him a confused look. “Why?”

One dark eyebrow arched upward. “Because I asked you to. You want me to touch you, I refuse to do that when you are in another woman’s skanky clothes.

Not stand up.”

I scrambled to my feet and he pulled me between his tights. His lips pressed into my stomach as he yanked the jeans down my legs Leaving me in nothing but my underwear.

His lips skimmed over the skin of my steinach, light as a feather. His tongue lapped under the waist band of my green panties and ! moved to grab his hair

and hold him to me.

Because damn if that didn’t feel amazing and I wanted his lips lower On the place that was aching for him

Need tightened every part of my body.

“No.” Catching my wrists he pulled them down to my side. “Sit now, between my legs Look out over the ocean. We can stop at any frame

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Chapter 95

Tactory se bark he pulled he against him Pulling my legs up and parting them so he could run his hands up and over my trembling thigh

“Are you cold”

“Nervous.” I bit my lip to stop my vokse from shaking

“We can stop.”

“No. Please no.” I amended quickly. “I don’t want to stop. That’s not why I’m nervous (‘ve wanted this since I first met you.”

“So have 1. Moving the hair away from my shoulder he dropped his lips to my skin. One hand stayed on my thigh. The other lifted to my breasts.

He massaged first one and then the other through my bra

I arched my back into him. Completely lost in the feel of his lips on my skin and his hands deliciously rubbing against my hardening nipples.

He was gentle. His touch barely there for a few minutes almost like he was waiting to see if I would stop him and then his fingers reached for my back and the clasp of my bra was snapped open.

It fell down my arms just as my breast fell into his hands. Heavy with need My nipples were painfully tight.

“Is this ok?” He asked, his thumb brushed across those taut peaks. And I didn’t even try and bite back the moan.

What a stupid question. Of course this was ok. It was better than ok

He curved his hand over my panties, his fingers sliding the material against my core and I realised this was what he was talking about.

He wanted to know if it was ok to touch me… there.

“Please.” I whimpered.

It was only one little word but it seemed to hold so much power. His fingers slipped inside, carefully like I was made of the most precious delicate crystal he touched my aching clit and a needy groan escaped his lips.

“We can go slow-” he ground out. His voice strangled as he stroked over my wet flesh. “We can stop at any time.”

My hips jerked upwards with need.

I didn’t want to stop. I never wanted him to stop.

“Don’t stop.” I whimpered.

“Don’t plan to.” Coating his finger in my wetness. “Lean back on me, my love. Let me look after you properly.”

I did what he asked. Desperate for the promise in his voice.

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