Page 162 of Savage Hearts

I pressed down harder on her clit. I knew one of us would have to take her virginity when we decided to share. Killian wouldn’t have been able to go slow the way she needed him to. And me… I had always prided myself on having a tight rein on my control, but when it came to her, I didn’t fucking know if I could do it.

Hell, I didn’t have to be gentle with her now. The thought spurred me on, and I quickened the pace of my fingers on her.

Her hips gyrated slowly, and another whimper escaped her lips.

My fingers skimmed down to her slit. I held in a groan. She was already fucking drenched for me. My perfect little whore.

I pushed her shirt up further with my other hand, revealing mouth-watering nipples. Unable to resist, I leaned forward and sucked one into my mouth. Her breathing grew labored. It wouldn’t take much more for me to wake her, but fuck me, I wanted this orgasm from her while she was sleeping. I wanted to own this one and so many more after. My fingers found her entrance and I slowly pushed two inside. I gritted my teeth when her wet heat surrounded me. I slowly fucked her, my teeth working on the pebbled nub of her nipple.

Fuck me, but she was sweet, and I couldn’t fucking get enough. A flush rose on her porcelain skin, down to her chest. I pulled away from her nipple and ran the flat of my tongue over her skin as I kept up with the thrust of my fingers.

I moved my tongue up to her neck and left my own hickey on her skin.

She moaned. She was close. I increased the pace of my fingers, letting my thumb find her clit and press down on it. A hoarse cry escaped her lips when she came, and she woke up. Her eyes opened, and the softness I had expected to see from her sleep was very apparent. Then surprise dawned, and finally, lust won out when she felt my fingers curve inside her, making her eyes glow with the kind of light a man like me could get lost in.

It was always like this with her. Every single fucking time I looked into her eyes. She captivated me with her gaze, making me feel out of control and trapped, disoriented and lost. Fucking addictive. She made those feelings fucking addictive.

I leaned down and kissed her before she could say anything. She tensed beneath me at first, but when I pushed my tongue inside her mouth, I could feel her yielding to me.

She whimpered against my lips, wiggling against me when I fucked her harder, pressing my fingers to her front from the inside.

“Maverick,” she mumbled against my lips. “What are you doing?”

If she had to ask, then I wasn’t doing it right. “Claiming you,” I answered and pulled away.

A cry broke free from her lips in protest, which quickly quieted when she noticed me pulling off my boxer briefs. Her eyes darkened as I stroked up and down my length.

“You keep looking at me like that and I’ll fucking come before I get inside you.”

Her breath caught at my words, and I studied her. I reached out and played with her nipple with my fingers. She didn’t say anything. Her breathing got harder, and she didn’t try to back away from me.

“Tell me if you don’t want this now.”

I tightened my grip. It was an asshole move. Touching her like this while asking for consent. But she was mine, and there was a monstrous part of me—a huge part—that wanted,needed, to claim her completely.

I fondled her, massaging the supple flesh in my hand and gripping her skin a little harder than I intended.

“Do you want this?”

She nodded.

I tightened my grip and her face pinched a little from the pain.

“Words, little monster. I need your words.”

“Yes, Maverick,” she responded thickly.

Fuck me.

“Beg me for it, my sweet girl.”

She frowned, but a part of me didn’t think she would. I was pushing her.

But then she opened her mouth and said, “Please, Maverick. Please fuck me.”

My cock twitched and I had to restrain the roar of satisfaction that wanted to break free.

Instead, I slapped the side of her tit.

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