Page 23 of Savage

When my hand skimmed under the shirt she wore—mine—and found bare skin, she gasped softly, eyes fluttering open.

Her voice was a whisper, but it roared in my ears, filling me with desperate hunger. “Talon.”

I kissed her like a dying man. As though she was oxygen and water. She was the last thing keeping me from tearing the world apart. The only thing keeping me sane.

There was no slow buildup. No teasing. Just a collision of mouths and a melding of our mutual desperation.

My hands were everywhere—removing her shirt, gliding over her slender curves, cupping her incredible tits. Her tight littlenipples scraped my palms, and my rock-hard cock turned to pure steel.

She moaned, arching into me, her leg sliding up and over my hip.

“Tell me you’re okay,” I growled, voice scraping the edge of control.

“I’m better than okay,” she whispered, nails digging into my shoulders. “I’ve never felt safer.”

That broke the last thread.

I rolled her under me, settling between her thighs like it was where I was meant to be. Her skin was hot, her eyes glassy with sleep and want. She reached for me, and I caught both her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head against the pillow.

“You belong here, baby,” I rasped. “In this bed. Under me. Full of me.”

Her thighs widened, hips tilting, silently begging me in the dark.

I thrust into her in one long stroke, burying myself to the hilt with a guttural moan. Her head tipped back, eyes closed and her lips parting in a cry that went straight to my dick.

Tight, warm, already dripping for me.So damn perfect.

I ground my hips down, locking her in place while I fucked her slow and deep, each roll of my hips a promise. My name spilled from her lips between ragged breaths, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted her to scream it. To have it echoing off the walls, torn from her soul. Telling the world that she was mine.

She tried to move, to take a little control, but I tightened my grip on her wrists and held her down with my hips.

“No,” I growled. “I’m not letting you pretend this is anything but what it is.”

She blinked up at me, breathless. “And what is that?”

“A fucking claiming.”

I shifted one hand to her throat—not squeezing, just holding, grounding her while I fucked deeper. Her pupils blew wide, nearly eclipsing the soft blue irises. Her legs trembled as her climax neared.

“This isn’t just sex, Tamara,” I rasped. “This is me inside you, putting a future in you, tying you to me in every fucking way.”

Her breath hitched, but a spark in her eyes and the pretty flush on her cheeks told me she liked the idea.

“You want that? Does my good girl want me to put a baby in her belly?” I nearly blew just from saying it out loud while her walls clenched around me.

“Yes! Talon!”

“That’s right, baby.” I thrust again, harder this time, and her back bowed off the bed. “Say it. Tell me who’s inside you. Who owns you.”

“You do,” she gasped. “You. Only you.”

“Good girl,” I praised before I dropped my mouth to hers again, kissing her with everything I wanted to say but couldn’t get past my grunting and erratic breathing as I fucked her with a primal instinct. She’d called me a caveman, and at that moment, I couldn’t disagree because I was focused on two things—bringing my woman ultimate pleasure and breeding her.

When I felt her tighten around me, just seconds from unraveling, I let go. Coming with a growl against her mouth, holding her so tightly she couldn’t forget it even if she tried.

There was a moment of silence as though the world was holding still. Then she threw back her head and screamed my name as she broke apart beneath me.

When the aftershocks faded, I gathered her into my arms, and we drifted to sleep.

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