Page 42 of His Loyal Rebel

There was security.

There was pleasure.

He trailed his hand up her inner thigh and cupped her sex. Her eyes threatened to roll, and she closed her eyelids, pressing against his touch.

Using his finger, he circled her clit. The evidence of her arousal coated his hand. She couldn't hide how much she wanted him.

He lowered his head, taking her nipple in his mouth. She twined her fingers through his thick hair and sank into the mattress in delight.

Who was this man?

She couldn't wrap her head around her feelings toward him. Yet, she trusted those feelings. She trusted him.

God, she was losing her mind and her control.

His beard tickled her skin. A constant reminder of who she was with.

Her breath came faster. Whip overwhelmed her.

She rode his fingers. The need to have more of him moved her.

He pushed his finger inside of her and groaned. Her pussy tightened, ensuring him that's what she wanted.

Her inner thighs quivered around his wrist, imprisoning him. He was going to make her orgasm with his fingers.

He lifted his head, then straightened, kneeling on the bed between her legs. The crinkle of a wrapper came through his heavy breathing. She stretched, trying to settle down. One touch away from falling apart, she wanted to enjoy the pleasure he gave her.

It could be her last time with him.

Tomorrow, before work, she needed to find a place to live.

Whip lowered his body. His cock pressed against her inner thigh. She held her breath, knowing his size would stretch her completely. He was a beautiful man. Hard as steel and broad like the rest of him.

Yet, he held back from entering her. "Hold on to me."

She let go of the sheet underneath her and slid her hands along his sides, spreading her knees apart more.

He pressed against her pussy, going slow—excruciating slow. Excruciatingly wonderful.

She sucked in air that wasn't there, digging her fingers against his ribs.

She'd expected him to take her hard and fast. The way he was giving her every inch brought out the depth of how much she was attracted to him. All those qualities that appealed to her were given to her with patience and understanding.

As if he gave her the comfort he'd given his nephew and niece. The love he'd shown to his sister—the dependability and patience he'd given to his club.

It was too much at once to have a small part of that given to her.

She couldn't keep herself from wanting more. To set her sights on something unattainable for her.

Whip sank completely inside of her and held still. "Do you feel that?"

Of course, she felt him. His large cock stretched and weighed heavily inside of her, pinning her to the bed. His hips pressed fully against her inner thighs. There was not a single air space between them.

"Fuck, sis." A shudder went through him.

She absorbed the tremor. Caressing his sides, she gazed up into the darkness, needing to see him.

"What are you doing to me?" he mumbled before capturing her mouth with his.