Page 173 of Wicked Savage

She gasps as I tilt her chin with the back of my hand, needing her to see it, to know this isn’t just a heat-of-the-moment confession. It’s the truth.

“I didn’t realize how much I loved you until you were gone. And I’ve loved you for too long now to wait another second to say it.”

Her eyes gleam and her lips tremble, like she wants to say it too. But before she can speak, I shake my head.

“No.” I slowly rock inside her. “Not yet. Not until you know you mean it.”

Before she can say a word, my mouth finds hers, kissing her deeply, like it’s the only thing keeping me alive.

I take her faster, my need taking over until her body starts to shake, and I know she’s close. Her cries echo across my lips, her walls pulsing around me, milking me. But I don’t stop. I go harder.

When I pitch back, I watch her come undone, the way her back bows, her mouth parting on a silent scream.

“Cillian!” My name rips from her lips, her body clenching around me as she shatters, taking me with her.

But I’m not done. Before she can catch her breath, I flip her over and move down her body, kissing along the path as I spread her thighs apart, her cunt pink and swollen. I latch my mouth around her, sucking her clit, and her nails dig into my scalp.

“Oh God,” she gasps, shaking her head, her hands weakly pushing at my head. “I can’t go again.”

I smirk against her, gripping her thighs and drawing her closer as her legs tremble around me.

“You can,” I murmur against her slick heat. “And you will.”

With a growl, I pin her thighs down on the mattress, taking what belongs to me. My tongue sinks inside her while she pulls at my hair, her back bowing as she cries, desperate for another release.

This time, when I flick my tongue over her, she shatters, writhing beneath me, her release soaking me. Knowing I’m the one who made her squirt like that fills me with maddening possessiveness.

I climb over her, taking her lips in a fierce kiss before flipping her onto me. My grip tightens around her hips as I drag her over my cock.

“Ride me, baby. Take what’s yours. Make me come inside that perfect pussy.”

She lets out a shaky moan, grinding her clit against my length, teasing us both. My hand finds her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her eyes darken with need.

“So fucking beautiful,” I groan, my hips arching up, her wet core making me insane. “Use me. Take what’s yours, a ghra.”

Her fingers grip my chest as she lifts herself just enough, the head of my erection breaching her entrance. Slowly, she sinks down, inch by inch, stretching around me, her gaze locked on mine as she takes every last inch.

“That’s it. Take it all.”

My restraint wavers, every muscle in my body coiled as she rolls her hips, riding me like she owns me. My fingers flex around her throat, my control slipping with every twist of her hips.

She chases her release, a wild look in her gaze. When it crashes over her, I flip her beneath me, hooking her legs over my shoulders. I drive into her, pounding roughly, lost to the madness of her. Our bodies move in perfect sync, until the pleasure consumes us both.

With a guttural growl, I give her everything, burying myself to the hilt, my orgasm surging through me as I fill her with it, my eyes fastened to hers.

And in this moment, nothing else exists. Nothing but the two of us.

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DINARA

“I’ve never been on a horse before.” I cling to him the next morning, scared shitless. “What if I fall?”

He tugs my hand into one of his, bringing my knuckles to his mouth. “I’d never let you fall, leannan.”

“You promise?” I bite the corner of my mouth, emotions clinging to my throat as I get lost in the genuineness of his affection.

“Of course, baby.”

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