Page 196 of Wicked Savage

He sees it, feels it, and his grip tightens. “Come on, baby. You know I’m not gonna ask twice.”

I barely have time to react before he pulls me up, throwing me over his mouth, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. A gasp leaves me the second his tongue drags over my clit, hot and unrelenting.

“Oh God.” My fingers curl into his hair as my hips roll instinctively, chasing the ecstasy only he can give.

His groan vibrates against me, possessive and gravelly. He licks, sucks, and teases, dragging me closer, drowning me in sensation. I cry out when he sucks me into his mouth, sending electric pulses of pleasure through my veins.

“I’m gonna come,” I gasp, my body tightening, spiraling toward oblivion.

Cillian only growls, locking me in place, refusing to let me go until he’s wrung every last drop of pleasure from me. And when I finally shatter, screaming his name, he doesn’t stop. Not until I’m a trembling mess above him, utterly wrecked.

Slowly, he lowers me a little, his lips glistening, his smirk lazy and satisfied. “You taste like heaven.”

I’m still trying to catch my breath when he flicks his tongue over my sensitive clit again, making me jolt.

“No, Cillian.” I try to squirm away, but his hands tighten around my hips, keeping me exactly where he wants me.

“Yes, again.” He sucks me into his mouth, and my cry fades into silence, drowned by the low rumble of his laughter.

When I squirm again, he grunts.

“How the hell do you say ‘you’re a pain in the ass’ in Russian?” he asks, pulling back a fraction and spreading me open with his thumbs as he presses a lingering kiss to my clit.

“That’s easy.” I shudder. “Ya tebya lyublyu.”I love you.

His eyes burn onto mine, heavy with desire, but deeper than that too. Fierce. Unwavering. Like I’m the only thing in the world that matters.

Without warning, he flips me onto my back, throwing one leg over his shoulder. The cool metal of his piercing grazes my core, a stark contrast to the heat rolling off him as he stares down at me.

“I can’t wait another second.” His chest rises and falls heavily as his gaze lines with mine. “I need you.”

“I’m yours,” I whisper, pulling him closer. “Always have been. Always will be.”

A noise tears from his throat, tremulous and guttural, as if he’s barely holding himself back.

And with one swift thrust, he’s inside me—filling me, claiming me, taking my heart and soul with him. Our hands are everywhere, desperate, seeking, while our bodies move as one, perfectly in sync.

It hasn’t always been easy. It hasn’t always been beautiful. But this is our story.

Dinara and Cillian.

And I know, without a single doubt, that I belong here. With him. Forever.

And maybe, just maybe, this time, we’ll get to live this life like we were always meant to.

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