Page 26 of Savage Hearts

I pulled away long enough to turn on her bedside table lamp, letting the room bathe in a soft yellow light and allowing my eyes to roam over her body.

Her shirt was still pushed up to her collarbone. Her chest heaved in and out with every hard breath she took, and her shorts and panties were thrown haphazardly somewhere on the floor.

For being so short, this girl was all legs, and between those out-of-this-world legs was her dripping cunt.

I smiled and licked my lips, reveling in the hint of fear—and arousal—I could see in her eyes.

“Fuck, baby girl. Has anyone ever told you how fuckable you are?”

“Fuck you,” she gritted out.

“No. Not tonight,” I said darkly. “But you will. And what’s more, little monster, you’ll beg for it.”

“In your fucking dreams.”

I laughed. Fuck, but I couldn’t even remember the last time I had laughed so much. Or when I found someone so amusing.

That was a forgone conclusion. When she was ready for me, I was going to take her. Roughly. Brutally. Until she felt nothing and no one but me.

Until she became as addicted to me as I was to her.

I leaned down and licked her drenched flesh from one hole to the other.

Her legs trembled against me, and she lay back down on the mattress and covered her eyes with her arms.

I watched as she bit her lips harshly, trying hard not to make any noise.

Challengefuckingaccepted.

I pressed a wide smile against her.

“Does this feel good, little monster?” I asked, letting my fingers gently run down her crease. I stopped when I got to her back end, reveling in the feel of the tight ring of muscle puckering at my touch.

I was going to take her there one of these days.

There would not be a single spot on her body that I didn’t own.

“Fuck you,” she said with a little less heat.

I smiled. “You keep saying that and I’ll start to think you're begging for it.”

She stilled beneath me. “You said not tonight.”

“And do you believe me? Do you think I am a man of my word?”

When she didn't answer, I laughed again and took her clit into my mouth.

Her back arched slightly off the bed, presenting her glorious tits to me.

I shifted. I was getting so hard, it was getting painful.

“How long do you think it’ll take me to make you come?”

Another whimper came out—this one so soft, I almost didn't hear it.

“Maverick,” she protested weakly.

“Yes, sweet girl? Let me make you come. You’ll let me do that, won’t you? Let me remind you.”

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