Page 75 of Savage Claim

Iswept Isabella into my arms in a bridal carry and took her upstairs. Her lips brushed against the point of my chin, the underside of my jaw, my neck, sending little ripples of sensation across my skin.

I didn’t remember walking down the hall or how I got the door of our bedroom opened. Nothing mattered but the woman in my arms. Our mouths met, and I licked deep inside. I felt the need toconsumeher. “I owe you an orgasm,” I said against her lips.

“You owe meseveralorgasms,” she shot back.

I laid her on the bed and started pulling at her jeans. “I would hate to be in debt.” I had every intention of going slow tonight, driving her to the very height of pleasure, but once she was naked beneath my hands, I wasn’t sure if I would be able to hold back.

From the way Isabella grabbed for me and pulled me against her, I didn’t think she was in the frame of mind to care one way or another. I settled on my back and coaxed Isabella to straddle my face. “I don’t want to crush you,” she muttered, holding ontothe headboard and trying to keep her weight off of me. “I’m heavier than I was the last time we did this.”

I wrapped my hands around her thighs and tugged her down, moaning because I was immediately drowning in her. I ran my tongue through her wetness, lapping at her clit until her thighs were shaking around my ears. I felt her fingers in my hair, holding tight as I stiffened my tongue and pushed it inside of her as far as I possibly could go.

“Oh,God,” I heard her moaning above me. Her hips hitched the slightest, chasing pleasure, and I groaned using my hands to encourage her to ride my face. When I wrapped my lips around her clit and suckled on it gently, she came with a hoarse cry. She tried to move away, but I held onto her and drove her to a second orgasm a few moments later. “I need you,” she cried helplessly. “Please,please, I want you now.”

Together, we shifted her back onto the mattress, trembling through the aftershocks and overstimulation, and I sat up and quickly shucked off my clothes. I settled against the headboard and gestured for her to straddle my lap.

Isabella looked skeptical, but I helped her to sling her leg over my lap. “Make yourself feel good,dolcezza,” I said, notching the head of my cock against her for a moment before gravity pulled her down onto me.

I gritted my teeth with how good it felt to be sliding inside of her again. Her inner walls hugged me, snug. “Feels like fucking Heaven,” I grunted as Isabella worked the best angle for her.

Her face scrunched in pleasure and pain, but she refused to let me move. “You said to make myself feel good,” she panted, bouncing in my lap and moaning as I hit all of the best spotsinside of her. “Put your arms around me,” she pleaded, and I did, holding her close as she rocked herself to another orgasm. “Don’t let go. Please.” She sounded almost like she was in pain, but her hips never stopped moving, even as sweat dotted at her temples and forehead.

“I’ve got you,” I promised, ignoring the sparks that were shooting up my spine. She was beginning to tire, I could tell, so I helped guide her movements as she rode me. “One more,dolcezza,” I coaxed. “Give me one more.”

She shook her head, even as she moved faster, chasing something that seemed elusive and far away. “I can’t,” she whined.

I reached between us and toyed with her clit. She cried out, moving even faster, and I watched her face as she came for the fourth time. That, more than her inner muscles milking me, had me spilling over the edge myself.

Isabella collapsed against me, breathing hard. “Are you alright?” I asked. “Does anything hurt?”

She shook her head. “I’m good. So very good.” I chuckled at the faraway quality to her voice. She was floating, which was exactly where I wanted her to be.

I shifted us so that she was lying on her side, nestling among her pillows. She was already dozing when I went to our bathroom and came back with some wet towels to clean up. Carefully, I lifted her leg and wiped her down. “Come lay with me?” she asked as I got off the bed again and began to pull on my clothes.

“I will,” I promised, “but I need to talk to Elias and the others first.”

Her forehead wrinkled, but she was too tired to protest much. I leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

I found Elias with Damian and Elio in my office. “What happened to attorney-client privilege?” I asked when I walked into the room.

Elias wasn’t fazed at all. “You would tell them anyway,” he said with an unbothered shrug.

“So, they don’t have any evidence that ties Lorenzo to anything?” Damian asked, steering us back to the issue at hand.

“Nothing concrete,” Elias said. “Circumstantial, yes, but no judge is going to allow that in court.”

“So, I should keep my nose clean for a while,” I said.

Elias agreed. “The more you separate from some of your businesses right now, the better. They’re going to be tailing you for at least the next few weeks.”

“I can handle things,” Damian said. “I’ll make sure things keep running smoothly.”

I had no doubt that myvicecapowas capable of doing all of that and more, but: “I heard some of what the men were saying to Isabella. How bad is it?”

Elio grimaced. “I told you that they were calling you soft,” he said. “They blame her.”

“It’s been months, and I haven’t heard a peep of discontent.”

“Why would you?” Damian asked. “No one wants to risk your anger, so they say their peace in private.”

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