Page 33 of Savage Reign

I looked up and met his eyes. They were soft.

He nodded, and I let out a small exhale.

“Yes, little monster. This is a relationship.”

“One where I have a say?”

“You can always say what’s on your mind without worry of repercussions. Your words will mean something, but you need to understand that I am still the head of this family. My word is law, and I expect you to follow it, the same way my men follow it, and the same way my brothers do.”

“Follow it?”

He pressed his thumb against my lips, halting my words.

“Killian and Silas always speak their mind. And I listen to them. But at the end of the day, everything that happens will still be my decision. They’ve accepted it as such.”

“You’re saying I’ll have as much power as Killian and Silas.”

He shook his head, smiling a little. “Power, little monster? You still don’t get it, do you? You have so much more power than them. Than me. Because I find it hard to ever deny you anything. And those bastards would destroy the world if you ask them to.”

I scoffed. “You say it like it’s true.”

He leaned down and pressed a kiss on my lips. I could feel my body coming alive from the contact, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, wanting more. He pulled away first. “Oh, it is very true,” he said. “Remember what I said. Complete honesty.”

I didn’t know what to say, mainly because I was still reeling from his words. And because I wanted him to kiss me again.

I looked down at his lips and licked my own.

He groaned. “Fuck me.” And he kissed me again.

Fuck.

How I missed this. How I missed him, missed them.

I didn’t want to admit it, to think about it when I ran away, mostly because I didn’t want to think about how I might have made a mistake.

I pulled him tighter to me from the thought, and he deepened the kiss. His hand moved down from my face and to my waist before he pulled me in closer to him, lining us up so that I could feel himperfectly.

I whimpered in his mouth, pushing my hips up.

God, but I had fucking missed him. So much. Tears burned my eyes, and I opened my mouth. His chest vibrated on a growl when he dipped his tongue inside, tasting me.

My hand moved to his back, my fingernails digging into his skin, especially when he glided his tongue against mine, teasing me and driving me insane.

The hand that was on my waist moved to the hem of my shirt, and he pulled it up. I pulled away from the kiss and helped him take it off me until I was naked beneath him, and his eyes greedily drank me up.

I shivered when he played with my nipple, twirling the hardened bud between two fingers and pulling on it every once in a while.

“Maverick,” I muttered.

“Fuck, I missed these,” he said, pushing down and licking my other nipple.

I gasped at the sensation. He pulled back to take in my face, his fingers around my nipple becoming rougher. My brows pinched from the pain, and he smiled a little, plucking at it.

“Please,” I said. “I need you.”

“Fuck me, baby. How could I say no to you?”

Was it true, then? Was he really incapable of denying me anything? A surge of power pushed through me, and I wrapped my arms around his hips, wanting him closer. He resisted.

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