It was love.
And that scared the fuck out of him, but it also made him feel invincible.
“Yeah, Hannah.” His words were low, maybe too low for her to hear. He lowered his gaze along her breasts as they shook slightly from his thrusting, then he moved his eyes lower still until he could look at where he was buried.
Right. In. Her.
“That’s it, baby.” The headboard banged against the wall, and he growled. “You’re mine, Hannah. No one will ever have you but me.” Air sawed in and out of his lungs, his chest burned, but it was this pleasure/pain, this feeling that for the first time in his fucking life, he had something truly for himself.
Curling his hands around her waist, he marveled at how small she was compared to him, how feminine and delicate. He needed to be careful with her. She seemed like she’d break in his hands.
I’ll never let anyone hurt her.
He continued to watch as he pumped his dick in and out of her wet, pink pussy. “Squeeze that pretty cunt around me. Take all of me, all the fucking way to the hilt, Hannah.” The sight of his cock moving in and out of her was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. Her pussy lips were stretched around him, and every time he pulled out, he could see her wetness and… a tinge of red on his cock. Blood. His entire body tightened at the sight of that.
He looked at her face then, their eyes clashing, catching… holding. Scars wanted to say something, anything, to ask her if she was untouched, if this was her first time. God, was it? Had it been? Had he been too rough, too forceful in pushing into her?
But the feeling of her pussy walls clenching rhythmically around him had his pleasure moving vastly toward the surface and all thoughts leaving him. She was going to come.
Because of me.
Scars gritted his teeth as he started rubbing her clit and slammed his hips against her, over and over again, faster and faster. Hannah was gasping, crying out, giving him everything.
He gave her everything that was him.
And when she clawed at him, trying to bring him closer, coming because of him, he let go himself.
The guttural roar that spilled from his lips couldn’t be contained. It was loud and fierce, primal and animalistic.
“Scars,” she cried as her pussy rippled around his cock again.
He forced his eyes to stay open and watch as he came. It was a hard feat, since he wanted to let his own pleasure control him, but seeing Hannah come undone for him—because of him—had his orgasm spiking.
He grunted, his muscles tightening painfully, his cock swelling in her as he pumped her full of his seed.
His life was forever changed because of this one woman.
When his climax dimmed, Scars slowed his pace but didn’t pull out right away. He felt her inner walls clenching around his shaft from her orgasm, and he closed his eyes and just relished that he’d made her feel good.
When he finally forced himself to pull out of the snugness of her body, he gathered her in his arms instantly, loving that she rested her head on his chest, her hand on his abdomen.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly. “I didn’t hurt you?” He’d felt like he’d been too rough, too coarse in how he'd taken her.
She tipped her head back and smiled at him. “No. It was perfect.” They stared at each other for long moments. “It was perfect for my first time.”
Everything in him possessively tightened at her words.
He’d been right. She’d been a virgin.
Mine.
She had been a fucking virgin, and he’d taken her far too roughly… consumed her.
“Hannah.” Her name came from him in a harsh groan.
“Don’t,” she whispered and rose up, looking at him. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. It’s just not something I wanted between us. I felt maybe it would have you looking at me differently then.”
“It sure as hell would have,” he growled. “I would have been gentle.”
She slowly shook her head. “I wanted it the exact way you gave it to me.”
He closed his eyes and breathed out, pulling her in closer, sifting his fingers through her hair. “I should have taken it slower, but with you, everything leaves me. I’m too crazed for you.”
“Don’t change. Don’t stop.” She curled her arm tighter around him, snuggling even closer.
He closed his eyes again and exhaled as pure happiness claimed him. “I won’t let you go. You know that, right?”
A heartbeat of silence passed before she sighed, that little puff of breath leaving her parted lips and moving along his skin.
“Good, because I don’t want you to ever let me go.”
16
Several weeks later
The weeks she’d been at the cabin with Scars had been the best of her life. He made her feel free, alive, like she’d been missing one of the most elemental things a human needed… touch from someone who cared about them.
They’d spent every night in bed together. He made love to her, fucked her, touched her, licked every inch of her body. She fell asleep in his arms every night, woke up to his gentle kisses, his hand between her thighs, his gruff, caring words in her ear.
She cared about him. She had fallen for him.
She’d fallen in love with him.
Closing her eyes as she thought that for the hundredth time since she realized this feeling for Scars went deeper than just feeling good and safe in his arms. It went to her marrow, to her soul.
He’d been working on her car this whole time, but she noticed he took his time, kept making up excuses on why he couldn’t get this or that working. There was delay after delay on the parts he needed, and she felt her smile tug at her lips, because she knew what he was doing. He was afraid she’d leave once her car was fixed. He was afraid she’d leave him. He never said the words, probably never would, since he was such a strong man, thought it may show weakness, but she read between the lines.
And he touched her every chance he got. God, he touched her, pulled her in, stroked her face, her hair, any place he could get his hands on. And she yearned for more. Hannah was a fiend for those touches, the scrape of his calloused fingers on her bare body, the soft but gruffly spoken words he whispered in her ear.
“I want you.”
“You drive me crazy.”
“You're mine.”
“I’m never letting you leave me, Hannah.”
Yeah, she had gone ahead and fallen in love with Mickey “Scars” Lore.
He’d gone to town an hour ago to stock up on supplies. He said he wanted her well fed, that he needed fresh fruits and meats, breads, and even chocolate. She laughed at that. They kissed for long moments on the porch, and she hadn’t wanted him to leave. She’d wanted them to go back to bed, where he slept beside her every night now, and for him to make love to her, fuck her, kiss her, just hold her.
She felt a smile form on her lips. Oh, who the hell was she kidding? She’d been wearing the damn thing for so long now it was a permanent fixture on her face.
Although she would have loved to spend time with Scars outside the house, and she knew he’d protect her no matter what, there was still a sliver of fear about being seen, that it would somehow get back to Landon.