Page 20 of Wicked Savage

“Maybe I can help with that.”

Letting out a growl, I pull her thighs apart. “Not yet.” My tongue slides up her cunt, making her jerk. “I need to taste you one more time before I have you gagging on my dick.”

I suck each lip into my mouth before taking her clit, pulling it with my lips. She sucks in a moan, whimpering and tugging on my hair. Two fingers slide inside her as my tongue rolls over her there, bringing another orgasm dangerously close.

I can’t get over how tight she is. Need to feel all that wrapped around my cock.

“Cillian, yes!” Her hand sinks through my hair, pulling hard as her body bends in pleasure.

When I drive deeper this time, she comes all over my mouth. Tasting her is definitely my new favorite thing. Unable to wait another moment, I climb up her body, her legs hooking over my hips as she stares up at me.

“Hi there, baby.” The back of my hand gently caresses her cheek, and when she smiles at me, I feel it everywhere.

Her thumb grazes over my mouth. “Hi yourself.” She lets out a breathy laugh. “You’re very talented.”

“Is that right?” I work the length of my cock over her clit, and she cries out when my piercings rub over her.

Really wish I wasn’t wearing this rubber.

“Women must love the things you can do with that tongue.” Her brows furrow, and her mouth pops wide with a cry when I grind myself against her once again.

“The only woman who matters right now is you.”

She laughs, but a second later when I rub into her again, she’s groaning, desperate to come again.

My hand curls around my dick, lining it up with her entrance while I search her eyes. “I need to see you.”

“Youareseeing me.” She places a soft palm across my nape.

Before she can stop me, I tear off my mask.

She gasps, eyes growing. “You…you can’t do that.”

“And who’s gonna stop me?” I reach for the strap of her mask, needing to see her. Needing her completely bare.

“We’ll get in trouble.” Her fingertips trail over my forehead, my jaw, like she’s memorizing me. Like she’s been waiting for this moment as much as I have.

I drop my mouth to hers, my voice a rough whisper. “You’re worth the trouble.”

Slowly, deliberately, I slide her mask off, unwrapping her like a gift that belongs to me alone. And when I finally see her, I forget how to breathe.

I trace the delicate slope of her cheekbones, the curve of her narrow chin. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

Her hands slip behind my head, pulling me in until our lips barely touch. “You’re very handsome too.”

A smirk tugs at my lips. I’ve never cared for compliments, but from her? I could listen all night.

“I’ve wanted to know what you looked like since I saw you,” she confesses, lifting up to kiss me again.

I groan, working the crown of my cock inside her, but barely making a dent. Shit, she really is tight.

When I try to push in further, her face tenses, a wince of pain flashing across it.

Suddenly, it hits me.

No. She can’t be…

“Dinara…”

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