Affliction

“Wait,” I rush out, halting what I know is going to be a brutal attack.

“Fuck, Holly,” he groans, thinking I’m stopping it again.

“No, I want to see you,” I whisper, unsure what I’m asking. “Please?” I don’t hold back my plea and wait for him to knock me back. We never had the intimacy the first time. If this is going to be the start of something new, something real, I need something more. He pulls back, slowly and deliberately and for a second I think I’ve ruined our moment. Instead, his hand goes to the back of his shirt and rips it over his head. I hold in my gasp as I take in every inch of his chest and arms that are decorated in ink. I know I’ve seen some of him that morning after Kadence’s party and the morning at the gym when he ripped his shirt off in anger, but I was too caught up in the moment to really see him. Now, laying under him, I see the art adorning his skin in a different light. He's so fucking beautiful.

“You’re covered,” I reach out, touching the colorful artwork etched into his body.

“Yeah,” he responds, taking my hand in his to stop me from touching him.

“Is this okay?” I ask, feeling like his comfort level just dropped. Does he not want me to touch him?

“Yeah, just you touching me isn’t helping my control,” he says, and before I know it, he’s sliding my panties aside and filling me with his thick length.

“Sy,” I moan as he stretches me slowly.

“This is the only gentle you’re go

“Fuck, Holly. Don’t fucking grip my cock like that again, or this will be over before you know it,” he says, and then slides into me over and over again. It takes less than a minute before he has me building. The impending wave of total submission comes rolling through me and I have no option but to ride it. The power and the dominance all pushing me into the deep end of what I can only describe as a mind blowing orgasm.

“Holly.” The deep rumble of his voice jolts me back into reality. “Look at me,” he demands, and my eyes spring open. I didn’t realize my eyes had closed. The colors behind my eyelids were playing out a euphoric dance before me. “That’s it, sweetheart. You wanted this, didn't you, baby?” he growls, slamming into me and making me clench. “Fuck, Holly,” he groans, losing himself in the sensation for a moment and my heart sings that I have the power to make this man come undone. “You're not go

My reply comes instantly, begging him to fuck me. “I want it so bad, Sy,” I moan, ready to explode.

“You want me to make you work for it?” he asks, still slamming into me at a brutal pace.

“Don't make me work for it,” I plead, my head thrashing side to side. The last thing I want to do is beg, but I will if I have to.

“Say please,” he demands.

“Please, please, please,” I beg, not caring if anyone in the clubhouse can hear us. I'm so close, my mind has checked out, leaving my body anticipating the pleasure I know he will deliver.

“That's it, baby. Come, now.” His thumb finds my clit and he rolls the bundle of nerves like a pro, throwing me over the edge headfirst.

“FFFUUCCK!” I scream my release before his mouth silences me, drinking in my verbal approval. Every nerve in my body is frantic, the pleasure now becoming my pain as the explosion rips through me. He drags out his orgasm, holding on for a moment longer before biting down on my lip, following me over and releasing himself. The intensity of the rumble that leaves his throat makes me hot all over again.

“Fuck. I'll never get tired of your heat, baby,” he moans, slowing his movements.

His vocal performance was more desperate than the first time we had sex; it almost shocks me. There is nothing sexier than a man who likes to express himself and Sy expressing himself was just… “Wow,” I say after a moment of heavy breathing. He looks down at me and at my smile, and returns it with his own.

“That’s what I wanted,” he murmurs, rubbing his jaw along mine, and every time he touches me gently, I fall a little more for him.

“So this is what happens when you take things slow?” I ask after my breathing goes back to normal.

“No, that is what happens when you tease me,” he counters, nipping and kissing at my neck.

“I’ll make sure I do it more often,” I joke, tilting my head back granting him better access along my neck.

“I don’t doubt it.” He pulls back and smiles down at me. I can feel the after effects of his cock slightly pulsing while still inside of me.

“Does anyone know I’m here?” I ask, realizing what just happened and how loud we were.

“Don’t know,” he says, slowly sliding out of me.

“Well, does Kadence know I’m here?” I ask, watching him climb out of bed and walk to the bathroom to take care of the condom.

“She went home with Nix, but knows you stayed at the club.” He comes back, handing me a glass of water.

“Oh, okay,” I say, feeling relieved I won’t have to walk out and face her.

“Why? You worried what she might say?” he asks, taking the glass back from me, placing it on the side table and climbing back into bed beside me. Am I afraid of what she’ll say about Sy and me, or what she’ll say when she learns I’ve been keeping this from her?

“No,” I lie. I know what’s she going to say and I’m just not ready to hear it.

“Good, now come here,” he says, pulling me close to his naked body. “I’m not done with you.”

“What? You’re not go

“What the fuck?” he pulls back, his eyes hardening through his stare.

“Sorry, just a joke,” I assure him, biting at my bruised lip. Oh, God, way to go. He watches the movement and I see his gaze heat up.

“What am I go

“Aww, now, now. You’ve always loved my humor.”

“Only when it’s not pissing me off, Holly,” he says,

“Is there anything that doesn’t piss you off?” I ask, holding back my laughter when he narrows his eyes. “Oh, my God. You are such a cranky ass, Sy,” I tell him as I roll over and cover him with my weight. I trace the tattoos on his chest, the ink containing so many stories I can't wait to ask him about.

“You smiling at me doesn’t make me cranky,” he answers, ru

“Umm… I’m pretty sure you just fucked me hard because I was smiling,” I tease, leaning forward and kissing his lips.

“No, I was pissy ‘cause you weren’t smiling at me, not the other way around,” he sets me straight, taking my arms, and rolling me to my back, and covering me again. "Now, I’m go

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Sy

“What are you doing here, Sunshine?” she asks through the small gap of the old chapel door. It’s Nix and Kadence’s wedding—exactly two weeks since I woke up with her in my bed and made her mine. She hasn’t accepted that fact yet, but she will soon. Preferably tonight.

“I wanted to see you,” I answer simply, forgetting why Nix sent me back here. Shit, I became distracted when I saw her standing there looking so fucking beautiful and when she called me Sunshine. She hasn’t called me that name in such a long time. I don’t know how to react.