TORTURE ME_ The Bandits MC(42)

Gage growled again, sounding as animalistic as Fiona had ever heard him. It should have scared her. It should have made her hesitate and rear back; it should have made her pull away from him. Instead, she only wanted more. She needed the pain, the pleasure, and everything else that came in between. Gage suddenly grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head, pressing them hard into the mattress. “You’re mine,” he growled before crashing their mouths together again, pulling on her bottom lip with his teeth until Fiona cried out.



“Shit, shit, fuck, God,” Fiona mumbled as soon as their mouths disconnected. She couldn’t move her hands out from Gage’s, but she didn’t want to. She felt…almost safe. Protected. Like through possessing her, he was telling the world that no one else could touch her, only him. Fiona wrapped her legs around his waist, tugging him closer. “I want you to fuck me as hard as you can,” she murmured before reaching up to lightly kiss and nibble on Gage’s lips.



“Oh, believe me, I’m gonna fuck you hard, baby,” Gage promised into her mouth, dipping down to gnaw at her jawline, all around to her other ear. “I’m gonna fuck you till you scream.”



“Please, yes, please,” Fiona practically sobbed as Gage swirled his tongue around the tip of her ear, making her entire body flush with heat. She gripped back at Gage’s hands, entwining their fingers together, their sweat collecting in the hot space between their palms.



At the same time, Gage started thrusting harder, their crotches bumping together gracelessly but beautifully, the exposed areas around Fiona’s underwear getting hotter and hotter with every forward motion of Gage’s hips.



“Baby, baby, baby,” Gage murmured, his mouth traveling back up to her lips, kissing her so deeply that she couldn’t breathe for a long moment, but she didn’t care. Gage’s mouth was better than oxygen. It had never failed her. It had never left her during a panic attack. It had never abandoned her. I abandoned him, her inner voice reminded her, but she pushed those thoughts away for another time. Right now, she was going to enjoy herself. Right now, she was going to allow herself to be disassembled, bit by bit by bit, until she totally came apart. That’s what she wanted. That’s what she needed, as much as she had ever needed anything in her life.



Without warning, Gage let go of one of her hands, using his freed hand to pull at the fabric of her dress, tugging it up until he pulled it over her head entirely, throwing it across the room a second later. He gripped both of Fiona’s hands under one of his, much larger than Fiona’s, holding them in place above her head while he ran his other hand down her exposed body, tracing the outlines of her hips.



“Still so fucking beautiful,” Gage murmured, ducking his head down to lick a hot stripe down from her collarbone, over her chest, over her bra, down to her belly. “I thought about this every day, you know? Every day while you were gone.”



Fiona swallowed heavily, trying to clear the sudden knot of emotion that appeared in her throat. But when she spoke, her voice still quavered, shaking like her fingers that were inside of Gage’s hand. “Me, too,” she admitted.



Gage froze at that, staring up at her from his vantage point at her waist. “Really?” he whispered.



Fiona nodded, unable to repeat herself right away. “I…yeah, yeah, really,” she murmured, gripping at his fingers as hard as she could.



Gage mumbled something, then, and for the longest couple of seconds in the world, Fiona couldn’t make out what he said. It was only afterwards, when he resumed dropping sweet, tickling kisses all over her stomach that she realized what he’d said. “I love you.”



Fiona shut her eyes, willing herself not to cry and ruin the moment. It was touch and go for a second, but as Gage began nibbling and biting at the lower stomach and hips, she was able to relax, the tension leaving her muscles even as her mind repeated his last three words over and over again.



Gage moved lower, down to her underwear, licking the exposed skin around the sides of her panties, right where her inner thigh met her hips. “Smells so fucking good,” he muttered as he dragged his teeth along the top of her leg, making her squeal and squirm a little at the ticklish sensation of his mouth on her skin. “Tastes so fucking right, baby.”



“Th—thank you,” Fiona murmured, arching her hips to give him greater access. Gage took the opportunity to slip his hand under her body, grabbing at her covered ass. “God, that feels good.”



“Yeah?” Gage asked, squeezing harder, his nails digging into her flesh. “You like that?”