Page 13 of Savage Claim

Isabella nodded. “I want waffles and crispy bacon.”

“I’ll have it delivered,” I promised. “You stay here, and I’ll bring it up when it gets here.”

She lowered herself back into the pillows. Her haughty expression went straight to my cock, and it took every ounce of my self-control not to roll her beneath me and fuck her until she melted under my touch.

I grabbed my cell and forced myself to leave the room. Down in the kitchen, Amalia kept a drawer full of takeout menus. I found one for a nearby breakfast place and called in Isabella’s order.

Twenty minutes later, with food set out on a tray, I went back upstairs. Isabella, true to her word, was still in bed, and for a moment, I thought she had gone back to sleep. But when I stepped into the room, she opened her eyes and smiled. “That smells good.”

It was just some takeout—I didn’t even make the damn waffles—but I felt ridiculously proud of myself for bringing her something that made her smile, even if it wasn’t aimed my way.

That’s pathetic, I told myself. I wasn’t the type of person who got excited for scraps of affection. I didn’tneedaffection at all. So, what was it about Isabella that had me so addicted? Why did I care so much if she forgave me?

I set the tray in her lap. “Enjoy,” I told her and turned to leave the room again. I would come back for the tray in a little while.

“You can stay.”

I looked back at Isabella. She had scooted over so that I could sit down on the edge of the bed. When I did, she held up a piece of bacon to me. I liked my bacon with a bit of a chew, but I took it anyway. “Thank you.”

We shared the meal in silence. Until finally, she said, “I don’t know how to forgive you.”

I was quiet for a heartbeat. Two. “I don’t need your forgiveness,” I told her, moving the tray from her lap to the bedside table. I took her hand in mine, and although I could feel the tension inher arm, she didn’t pull away. “Are you planning on leaving me again?”

Isabella stared at me for a long moment. Almost absently, she rubbed at her belly with her free hand. “No,” she said. “I don’t want to leave again.”

“Even as mad as you are?”

She nodded. “Even then.”

“Then, be mad at me,dolcezza.” I leaned in, skimming my lips against her cheek. “Because I am still furious with you.”

She shivered; she didn’t need to ask why. “So, what do we do with all of this anger?”

Our eyes met and held, and then I was moving, pressing her down into the mattress. “I have an idea,” I said.

Isabella honey eyes looked molten, beautiful. Trembling, she nodded. “Okay.”

I situated myself between her thighs, pushing them apart with my shoulders. I could feel her shaking and looked up the long line of her body. “Are you all right,dolcezza? Are you hurting anywhere?”

She shook her head. “No, I’m just?—”

“Nervous?”

“Yeah. The last few days were a lot.” Her hand slid over her baby bump, and she didn’t have to explain to me what was making her nervous.

I soothed a hand over her bare thigh. I could tell her that we didn’t have to, that we could do this another time, but I was afucking selfish man. I wanted…no, Ineededto touch her. “I’ll be gentle.”

Isabella chuckled; it was a humorless sound. “Can you?”

I kissed her thigh, soft. “I’ll show you.” With more care than I had ever shown anything, I pulled her panties down her legs before I buried my face against her.

“Oh,” Isabella moaned as I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue. I felt her hand hovering, unsure of where to put it; I grabbed it and placed it on top of my head.

Looking up the line of her body, I met her gaze as I sucked at her gently. Her fingers tightened in my hair for a second before she nearly let go entirely. “You can pull it,” I told her. “You’re not going to hurt me.”

Her fingers immediately dug into my hair, and I groaned. Every time she tugged on the strands, it was like a direct line to my cock. “Lorenzo,” she whimpered. I slid my tongue down and pressed inside her, fucking into her as deeply as I could manage. Her hips bucked against me.

“That’s right,dolcezza. Ride my face.” I licked into her again and used my hands to encourage her to move, to use me for her own pleasure.

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