Page 127 of Wicked Savage

With one ruthless thrust, he’s inside me, and I let out a cry, my core throbbing and burning and aching for him. But he doesn’t move while my body stretches around his, his thumb rolling over my clit while I let out a series of needy cries.

The feeling of him bare after all this time, it’s something else entirely. It’s primal. Raw. Like he’s claiming me all over again.

“Tell me to fuck you.” His hot breath crawls down my neck, lips grazing my earlobe. “Beg for it, leannan. Tell Daddy what you want.”

My pussy clenches at those words, and I have no idea why. I never imagined liking something like this.

His husky laughter makes it harder to breathe. “Beg. I wanna hear you begging and pleading for it like the slut I remember.”

“I won’t beg you for a thing. In fact…” I turn my head and stare at him over my shoulder. “Youshould begme.”

He fists my hair. “Please…” His whispered breath rolls down the shell of my ear. “Please let me kiss you. I’ll die if I don’t.”

“Then die.” My mouth curves.

Roughly, he arches his hips into me with a beastly growl, spanking my ass harder. “Goddamn, baby, only you can make me this hard.”

When he starts to move, grabbing my hips, I fall into the sensations, letting them consume me. Forgetting how wrong this is and how right it is all at the same time.

He doesn’t want you. He’s with someone else. You shouldn’t be doing this.

But everything about this feels familiar and right. The way he moves, the way he calls out my name, the way his hands glide across my skin. It’s all I know. It’s all I remember. And it’s all I want.

There are so many things I want to ask.

Do you regret it?

Did you think about me?

Did you fall in love with her?

But I can’t seem to ask any of them because I have to pretend he means nothing.

“Is that all you’ve got?” I say instead, wanting that fire in his eyes to burn brighter.

He fists my hair, pulling my head back to meet his harsh stare while his mouth drops to my ear, his pace intensifying. “You’re gonna regret that.”

He takes me harder and deeper. My body is on the brink of collapse, my mind forgetting everything else I was just thinking about. Everything but him and the things he makes me feel.

This intensity, it’s unexplainable. Earth-shattering in every way.

I lose control, moaning shamelessly, while the man who let me go somehow finds me again, bringing me back to that girl I was when he left.

He roars with his own orgasm, body rigid as he rams into me until he’s fed me every drop. Instead of sliding out of me, he holds me tighter, breathing heavily across my ear.

“I’ve missed you.” His confession makes my heart flinch.

But I won’t let him have any more of it. He’s taken enough.

“No. Don’t do that.” My eyes pinch shut. “This was just sex. That’s all.”

“With you, it was never just sex.” He drops a kiss to my shoulder, and tears threaten behind my eyes. “You may not be mine, but I’ll always be yours, Dinara.”

I swallow down the ache carving up my throat.

Don’t you dare show weakness. He’s not worth it. Remember how much he broke you. You won’t become her again.

I pry his hand off me and straighten, lifting up my panties and dragging my dress down with a half-smile. “This was fun.”

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