Page 12 of The Warrior's Salvation

I reach up and grip her hips from underneath and pull her to the edge of the bed. She gasps when I bite her inner thigh delicately and hisses as those bites grow closer and closer to her core.

"Mmm, why did you suck my cock?" I ask as I press one finger inside her and her toes curl. She's tight. I like it. I want to feel that pussy wrapped around my dick soon.

"Because… you wanted it?" she whimpers, and it's so adorable. I slide an additional finger in her, scissoring them apart. She moans and then bites her lip. "Loch," she begs me. "Please…”

"No begging, Evie," I growl slowly and remove my fingers. She whimpers again, but when my tongue traces her lines, finding the slit and working my way up to her clit, she claws at my head. I suck and lick, letting my teeth rake over her entrance and moist skin until she’s coming undone, jolting and shaking. Her hips thrash wildly upward. It took no time at all for her to snap, which is only further proof of how badly she wanted me. And now I can really enjoy her.

“And what do you want?” I ask her when she’s calm, slowly licking up the fresh moisture. She twitches every time my tongue crosses her clit. This is too easy. I’m going to have to do something about that next time.

“I want… you inside me." Her fingers claw at my scalp, so I slowly rise and lean over her, capturing her lips with mine. My cock rubs on her core, and she strokes me. I know she tastes herself on my lips, but she doesn’t shy away. Again, it’s a turn-on.

"Tell me exactly what part of me you want inside you Evie," I growl, and she moans into my mouth.

"Your cock," she near whispers, her voice shaking. She’s so timid, so not like the woman I just watched walk out of that living room, and somehow, it’s an even bigger turn-on. I line myself up against her wet entrance and push in millimeter by millimeter. Her flesh gives way to accept me, and when I’m all the way in, she moans, her eyes rolling back into her head as she arches her back. “Yes." Her pussy clenches, hands clawing my sides as she undulates against me.

I stay still for a moment, letting her become used to my girth and then she's the one rocking into me, pulling me deeper with each stroke. "Harder," she growls between panted breaths, and I want to remind her of who's in control here, but right now, it doesn't matter because every bounce of her hips feels so good.

For a moment, I savor the union, stealing kisses and biting her lip. When her pussy tightens around me, I know she’s getting close, and I pull out, much to her disdain. She whines, reaching for me, but I flip her over and give her ass a hard smack, after which she yelps and tries crawling away.

But I’m on the bed pinning her down, sliding my dick into her from behind before she can get away. “You want this, Evie. You teased me, invited me here, and now you’re going to know what getting fucked by a real man feels like.”

“Oh, shit… God, Loch,” she mumbles, her voice muffled by the pillows. “Shit, you’re huge.”

“And you want it. Say you want it,” I order her. My entire weight is on her body, hips thrusting into her. She whimpers and claws at the comforter, and I squeeze a hand under her body to find her core soaking wet.

“God, I fucking want it. Yes…” Her hips lift upward, and I rub her clit. I go harder, pushing as deep as I can, until her inner walls restrict me from going any farther. She’s so wet, and I can feel her pussy milking my cock as we grind together. The bed creaks under our weight, and the headboard bumps against the wall. Every thrust pushes us both closer to the brink.

“Ungh” she grunts, and I know she’s close again. Tiny spasms of her climax approaching push me past the point of no return. Her nails dig into the sheets as she shudders, hips bucking wildly against me, lost in ecstasy. I don't let up until she's limp beneath me, panting like a deflowered virgin, and I finally let go. Sinking my teeth into her shoulder, I pour every drop of my seed inside her aching body as her walls clench around me in spasm after spasm.

I'm heaving for breath, heart pounding, and she's as limp as a rag doll. When I pull out and back away, I see the way her pussy clenches and pulses still, my cum draining out of her onto her comforter. She turns her head to the side, face obscured by a mess of tangled hair, and I smack her ass hard, leaving another red handprint.

Evie snickers and rolls to the side, thrusting her hair off her face as I pick up my boxers and jeans and dress. She watches me with the same curious silence she had when I walked in. Only now, she seems much more at ease with me as she props herself up on one elbow and sighs a deep sigh, the kind that reveals relaxation.

"Why did you come back here?"

"Isn't it obvious?" I ask, reaching for my shirt. Her eyes trace my movement as I slip it on, button it up. "If you're going to talk to me the way you did just now, in your father's house… You'd better bring your A-game in bed."

A hint of embarrassment washes over her expression, which is in itself a massive turn-on. Maybe next time, I'll humiliate her by making her come so hard she pisses herself. It makes me smirk just thinking about it, and I tuck my shirt in before buckling my belt.

"And don't kiss and tell." I fold my collar down, reach for my boots, and step into them. "I'll deny anything, and you'll look like a fool." If she says a word, I'm as good as dead.

"I'm inexperienced, not stupid." Evie sits up and slides to the edge of the bed. She's not shy anymore. That's good. Hopefully, this will stay between us.

"Next time, try to put up a fight. The submissive act is cute, but I mean it. Bring your A-game if you want to keep me interested." I reach for the door as she scoffs, and I grin to myself the whole walk back across the lawn.

She was eating out of my hand, and no doubt, as feisty as she is, with so much to prove, if there is a next time, I'll see the real Evie O'Leary in bed. My God, do I hope there's a next time.

9

EVIE

Ican't believe Lochlan said that. I rush across the room, intending to thrust the door open and shout at him, but I think better of it. Mum could hear, or Da could be in the driveway and see me naked. So instead, I stand at the window watching him walk through the glow of light streaming out of the back of the house toward his car. All I can do is eat the insult and grin at how incredible he made me feel.

I don't even bother putting clothes back on. I stroll to my fridge and pour a glass of wine from the half-empty bottle after Kelly's visit a few days ago, then climb into bed and curl up with a good book. The murder mystery has held my attention for a few days, but as I sip the wine and try to focus on the words, I find myself turning pages without knowing what's happening.

Lochlan ruined my ability to concentrate. His touch, the way he just took control of me—it's all I can think about. And he said "next time" like he intends to do it again. With me? But when?

I'm giddy at the idea that he might want to have sex with me again, not only because it was incredible, but also because of how badly I want him. Two orgasms aren’t enough. My core is still pulsing with desire. If he had stayed, I'd be screwing him again and again, and the only reason I can come up with is that he represents freedom and excitement.

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