Page 17 of Wicked Savage

My heart flutters from the way he says that. From the way his eyes take me in, like he’s worshipping me. There’s no doubt that he likes what he sees, and that empowers me.

With the back of his hand, he tilts my chin up to meet his height, his mouth sinking closer and skimming past my lips. “I want to savor every inch of you and never come up for air.”

I suck in a needy, desperate breath.

Yes, please.

I reach for his back and yank up his shirt, wanting him naked too. “Take it off.”

He chuckles, all deep and raspy. “Take it off for me, love.”

Eagerly, I start on his buttons, our eyes lost to one another as I let the fabric come undone. Then he’s flinging it off, exposing his well-defined, hard flesh. When my gaze focuses on his abs, then lower, to the thick outline of his erection, he lets out a low growl.

“Touch me, leannan.”

A gorgeous man like this asking me to touch him? How can I say no? The very thought of his big, strong body on top of me makes me slicker between my thighs. I need him to finish what he started.

My bottom lip disappears between my teeth, the desperation to touch him everywhere growing almost unbearable. My fingertips glide over each one of his hard abs, his skin velvety soft. I let my touch skim up to his chest, and his muscles there jerk in response. Feeling braver, I undo his belt, tugging it out as our gazes fuse, like we’re about to enter a battle.

He wants this badly. I can feel his hunger as though it’s real, as though it’s latching on to my skin.

He doesn’t have to know about my virginity. I don’t know if that’ll be a deal breaker, and I’m definitely not willing to find out.

“Tell me what leannan means.” Popping the button of his trousers, I let my hand fall over the thick outline of his cock, stroking him there.

He hisses, fisting my hair while dragging his mouth to mine. “Sweetheart. It means sweetheart.”

He nips my bottom lip, growling when I whimper before his mouth captures mine. I gasp as he kisses me deeper, a kiss filled with fierce and unsatiated passion, sending butterflies to my gut.

My legs wrap around his hips as he lifts me up in the air. Swallowing my groans, he carries me to the bed and lowers me onto it, bringing his body down over mine. His eyes linger, the back of his hand stroking down my cheek, the other crawling down my body before he’s roughly pulling down my panties to my ankles

“You’re drenched, baby.” His fingers feather over my slit.

My back bows, wanting more, while I slip my panties off with my feet.

“All mine.” He enters me with a finger, kissing up a trail to my ear. “You need this, don’t you?”

“Yes…please…” I grab the back of his head, loving the way his heavy body feels pressing into me.

He chuckles as he starts to rise, every note of his laugh charged with desire, simmering just below the surface.

What? No!

“Where are you going?”

I’m barely able to catch my breath, lying there as he gets to his feet, leaving me in momentary suspense before he goes to retrieve the whip and scarf.

Oh…

My skin prickles as he draws closer, running the leather between my breasts and down to my achy core, dragging it against my clit until I writhe in pleasure.

“Sit up for me.”

I do as he asks, and when he ties the fabric over my eyes and everything turns pitch black, I start to get nervous again.

The whip licks over my beaded nipple, and my back arches. “Are you gonna hurt me with that?”

It lightly slaps across my skin, causing me to yelp.

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