Page 113 of Savior

We collide like two winter storms, converging and creating something new and volatile.

My tongue sweeps into her mouth as I lift her off the floor, sitting her on the edge of the table. Spreading her legs, I step between them as her dress rides up impossibly high.

“Luca,” she whines, and I look at her, honestly look at her.

There’s a longing in her eyes that speaks to me.

It saysthis is it, make your choice.

“I know, little dove. I know.”

Our mouths move in tandem as I peel her dress off and pull it over her head, tossing it aside. Her breasts fall heavy and full, her dusky nipples drawing up in little sinful peaks. I drop my mouth to her neck, kissing my way to them before I close my lips over them and suck.

Her head falls back. “Yes!”

Her moans only spur me on as I work her panties off and trail kisses over her stomach.

Her hands fist in my hair as I kneel, pressing her thighs open.

The pretty, pink pussy I’ve longed for glares back at me, glistening with arousal, and I can almost see the deep pulse ofit at the surface. I tug her to the very edge of the table, and she places her feet on my thighs.

“Luca,” she begs, but I want to savor her.

To taste every mouth-watering flavor she offers.

I bury my face in her cunt, my tongue ravishing her in amorous flicks. Her flavor is tangy and succulent, and I can’t get enough. I moan as I suck her clit, feeling as she lays back and arches off the table for me.

“Luca, God, your mouth…”

Adding two fingers inside her, I move them back and forth, keeping pace with my tongue as I ascend the stairs of heaven where only she’s in charge. Where only she and I exist in.

Her orgasm comes hard and fast, her cries of ecstasy frantic and avid.

I stand, licking my lips and fingers clean as she moves to sit up. I press her back, my hand dominating the space between her breasts.

“I’m not fucking done with you,” I growl, and it sounds as if the Devil himself has inhabited my body in a full-on takeover.

“But Luca, we…”

I free myself from my pants, letting them fall to the ground around my ankles.

This isn’t how I thought I’d lose my virginity. But, in my defense, I never thought I’d lose it. The heat between Sloane and I is consuming, and it’s fitting for how possessive and obsessed I feel, and it makes sense why I’d fuck her on a table for our first time.

I can’t wait.

I don’t have time to move her elsewhere.

Blistering flames of arousal makes my cock throb as I slap it on her pussy a couple of times, using her cum to stroke myself as I try to steady my mind.

Sloane moves off the table, pressing me backward with a fragile hand on my chest, and her eyes are rousing. I don’t think I should question her motives.

“Sit,” she says, and I stumble to listen, dropping into the chair she left behind when I hefted her onto the table.

My cock springs up and slaps my stomach, pre-cum leaking from the tip.

The moment my brain thinks about asking if she possibly has a condom is the moment she grabs my dick, lines it up with her entrance, and sits down on it like it was always hers.

It’s like it’s her throne, and it’s been waiting for its queen this entire time.

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