Page 29 of Savage Claim

She shook her head. “No,” she babbled. “No, no,please.” I fucked my fingers into her again, driving her to the edge before pulling away again. “Lorenzo,” she wailed.

“I’ll let you come,” I told her. “But you have to tell me something first.”

She looked back at me, bleary-eyed. “What?”

“Tell me that you’ll marry me.” When she started to shake her head, I thrust my fingers back inside, curling them back into that spot that made tears well up in her eyes. “I could tie you down and edge you until you say yes.”

Her eyes widened. “We’re in a place of business.”

I snorted and circled her clit with my thumb. She arched into the touch, sobbing openly now. “I do what I want with what’s mine, right?”

She nodded, helpless. “Right,” she panted.

“So, say it,” I commanded. “Tell me that you’ll marry me.”

When she still didn’t say it, I pulled my hand away fully. Isabella, shaking, sat up and began pawing at the zip of my jeans. I put my hands over hers, and she looked up, meeting my eyes. “Please.”

I leaned down and kissed her, slowly but searchingly. When I pulled back, she immediately unzipped my fly. “Isabella.” I watched, somewhat transfixed, as she yanked my jeans down just enough to give her access to my cock, and then she leaned in and swallowed me down her throat. I choked. “Fuck.”

I lost myself in the wet, hot perfection of her mouth for a moment before I had to drag myself away. “Let me,” she whined.

I shook my head. “Another day,dolcezza,” I promised. “I need to be in your perfect pussy.”

She pouted until I told her to get on her hands and knees. The chair, because of all the ways it could be manipulated, didn’t feel the most secure, so I wanted to make sure that I was standing on the floor in case anything went wrong.

I groaned when she turned andpresentedherself to me. She was breathing heavy again.Good, that’s right where I want her. I reached out and soothed a hand over her ass, and she pressed back into the touch. “What do you want, Isabella?”

She looked over her shoulder. Her eyes seemed somehow darker now. “Fuck me.”

Another sound eked from my throat. I wanted that too. But first: “Marry me.”

She looked totally helpless, completely out of her head. “Lorenzo.”

“I’ll give you what you want as soon as you say it,” I promised, and for a split-second, I thought she might refuse.

She tensed, as if she would try to throw me off. But then, she practically growled, “Yes.”

I was glad she couldn’t see my smile as I positioned myself against her, but didn’t press inside. Not yet. “What was that?”

“Lorenzo,” she whined, shifting backward until I clamped my hands around her hips. “Please.”

I chuckled. “Almost there,dolcezza. Just give me what I want.”

Her body was trembling, begging me to follow through, but I needed her words. “I’ll marry you,” she yelped. “Of course, I’ll marry you.”

I thrust into her in one, smooth motion, and her breathing hitched in her chest. I bullied myself deep, as far as I could go, before I drew back and snapped back inside again. The sound that tore from both of us was primal, and it set me off even more.

I pounded into her, barely giving her time to take a breath, and she met me thrust for thrust, shoving herself back against me. “That’s it,” I cooed. “That’s what you needed.”

“Faster,” she urged. “Please, go faster.”

I picked up the pace, and we rode each other’s bodies, chasing the pleasure that was building between us like a fire. I bent myself over her, pressing my chest against her back, raining kisses across her shoulders and the nape of her neck.

“Bite.”

I didn’t slow for a second. “Isabella.Fuck!What do you?—?”

“Bite,” she repeated, a breathy demand. “I need it.”

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