Page 25 of Savage Hearts

Perhaps she had held on to some hope that she could escape us. Perhaps she thought all she was doing was biding her time until we fucked up and she could run.

She thought wrong.

Because when I decided to keep someone, there was no escaping. No running away, no divorce. No nothing.

And in this moment, she was irrevocably mine.

I yanked her shorts off almost forcefully and could see her rousing from sleep.

I didn’t give her time to react or for me to think.

I climbed in between her legs to the little piece of heaven I now owned, and buried my face in her wet pussy.

Her taste instantly exploded on my tongue, and I growled, my fingers digging into the supple flesh of her delectable ass.

She would surely bruise.

She would wear my mark on her tomorrow.

The thought of that only drove me further into a frenzy.

She gasped.

“What the fuck?” she asked.

I covered her mouth with my hand before she could scream. No one was around to hear her, but that didn’t mean I was in the mood to be screeched at.

“Be a good girl, Mila, and I’ll let you come,” I said, right before returning to eating her out with vigor.

Fuck.

She tasted as I remembered. So fucking sweet, so fucking addictive, and I was hooked.

There would not be a day that went by that I wouldn’t taste her, I vowed.

I took the lips of her pussy into my mouth, sucking.

She let out a small noise that was a cross between a gasp and a whimper, before setting her hand on my forehead and trying to push me away.

I looked up at her.

The moonlight shining through the window brought her fair skin into focus, along with her dark, erect nipples.

I kept eating her out, letting my hand travel up her body and grabbing her tits.

She didn’t scream when I let go of her mouth with my other hand.

Good.

The little monster was learning.

She tried to push my hands away.

I grabbed her harder, and she whimpered.

And I was hit with the urge to see her.

To see all of her.

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