Page 28 of Savage King

Until I hold the baby she’s going to give me in nine months.

Grunting when her nipples rubbed his chest through his thin t-shirt, he nearly stumbled from the sensation. Righting himself, her carried her, his Goddess, his everything down the hallway to the door. She reached out and twisted the knob so he could kick the door open.

He didn’t even bother looking anywhere but at the king-sized bed in the center of the room. Hurrying to the bed, he was pleased to see it was on some sort of platform so it rested nearly four feet off the floor. He’d fuck her from behind against that mattress sometime soon. He just added that position to growing list—against the wall, over her mattress, on the kitchen table, on the kitchen peninsula, on her desk at Lock ‘n’ Load, on his desk at the clubhouse, on his bike, in his bed, in his shower, inhershower…the list kept growing, and he couldn’t wait to start working on it. They’d have a lifetime to find new places to give each other pleasure.

Like she was the most fragile treasure, Odin gently placed his woman on the bed, lying her back so he could take a good, long look at what he was claiming tonight. Against the deep purple comforter, her skin glowed like the creamiest milk. Her breasts jiggling as she sucked in ragged breaths, he couldn’t help but stare at her, her eyes hazy with need, her lips parted, her flesh growing pink under his appreciative gaze.

“You actually carried me,” she murmured, her eyes wide…a sheen of moisture gathering at the edges. “No one has ever been able to carry me before.”

Dragging his body over hers, he braced himself over her and took her breasts into his mouth, using his hands to cup, knead, squeeze her needy mounds. He’d never been so hungry in his life, the need to taste every inch of her overwhelming him.

Another chip off his control.

“I’m built big, too, baby. Strong enough to carry you, your hopes, your dreams, and our future.”

Her hands twisted into his hair, pulling at the roots, only enhancing the driving need to give it right back, that pleasure-pain he knew she truly wanted from him.

“Odin, I don’t know how much more I can take,” she groaned.

“You’re going to take everything I give you, and you’re going to fucking love it. I promise, by the time I’m done with you, I will own your body, your mind, your heart, and your fucking soul, Goddess. I’m claiming you. Hard.”

His hands at her waistband once more, he tugged, ripping the offending fabric of her sweats and high-waisted panties away from her body and down her legs, before yanking it from her legs completely and tossing it somewhere behind him.

Then…she was gloriously naked before him, her arms over her head, her hair loose from the braid it had been in, spread over her pillows. Like sensual ink that would tattoo itself into his fantasies.

The moonlight filtering through the window cast its luminescence over her, caressing her, crowning her with its ethereal praise. He knew she was sex on legs when he’d first seen her, but now, naked before him, she was breathtaking. Bountiful breasts, wide hips that flared out from a trim waist that showed her dedication to core exercise. Succulent hips that would give him plenty of luscious flesh to grip as he fucked her from behind. He hadn’t seen it naked yet, but he knew from all his ogling that her ass was a juicy peach, big, round, lush, and would look amazing with his hand print, red and throbbing, on her ass cheeks. Her legs were impossibly long, her thighs thick, her calves toned. She was perfection. Perfectly wrought from celestial materials just for him.

“Fuck,” he moaned, licking his lips, his heart racing, his cock aching. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever set eyes on, Goddess.” He could hear the utter awe in his own words. “You are built to perfection—for me. No other man was meant to be yours, just like no other woman was meant to be mine. This…you and I…we were meant to be, baby, and I am going to spend all night proving that to you. Over and over.”

She shuddered, her skin flushing deeper as goosebumps rose over her skin like sex glitter.

“So much talking, not much doing, Odin. Show me.” The need in her voice was his absolute undoing. The last piece of his control snapped.

He slammed his mouth on hers, kissing her, imprinting himself on her taste buds so no other man could satisfy her hunger.

Gliding his hands down her sides, he felt the silkiness of her skin beneath his rough hands, but it was the feeling of the softness of the flesh of her inner thighs that made him swallow thickly. He couldn’t wait to have them wrapped around his head. He pushed her legs apart, settling his bulk between them to keep them in place…and to grind his cock against her naked, glistening heat.

No. That wasn’t enough. He needed to put his mouth on her. Sliding down into position between her thick thighs, he peered down at heaven. The moonlight was just bright enough to see the wetness of her slick and the swollen pinkness of her slit. He was right…the dark strip of hair on her mons was like an arrow pointing toward a bounty he was desperate to gorge himself on.

Her scent…heady, hot, like spice and honey. Her arousal so potent he could taste it at the back of his throat.

He pressed his nose into the fold of flesh where her thigh met her pussy and inhaled deeply. He nudged her pussy lips, seeking her clit, rubbing her gently with the tip of his nose. She gasped then moaned, the muscles in her legs twitching with each movement. She rocked her hips up, seeking more, and he wanted to give it to her.

Flicking her clit with his tongue, he nearly flew off the bed when she jackknifed up, crying out at the pleasure. Using his arms, he pinned her down, holding her in place for the feasting. He slowly ran his finger up her pussy seam, the moisture making everything nice and slippery. Pressing his thumb against her clit, he could feel her pulse pumping and knew she was as needy as he was—his cock throbbing in time to her heartbeat. He parted her pussy lips to gaze at her swollen bean. It was beautiful. He pinched it, her body jolting as she groaned, her head tossing from side to side on her pillows.

“I don’t know what you’re doing to me. I’ve n-never…I’ve never felt this before,” she rasped.

Well, that fuckhead Aaron obviously didn’t know how to pleasure her, but that was okay, it washisjob now. And he took his duty very fucking seriously.

He pinched her clit again then flicked it with his tongue, sucking it into his mouth. She jolted again, nearly knocking him off her.

“Stay still, woman. You’ll fucking take what I give you.”

With that, he dove in. His fingers teased her opening as he licked her long and slow, from asshole to apex, savoring every taste on his tongue and every sound hitting his ears. Her moans, her grunts, her gasps of surprise and pleasure—she was a fucking feast for the senses.

He slid a finger into her cunt, nearly coming at the feeling of her tight sheath locking down on his digit. Tight. So godsdamn tight. It would be like a flesh vice on his dick.

Fuck. He inserted another finger and she tensed. His fingers were fat, and she tight, which made him wonder about whether she’d be able to take his cock without pain.

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