Page 104 of Savage Torment

Opening my bedroom door, I startle at the man waiting on my bed. Sprawled across the sheets, back against the headboard with his hands laced behind his head, he looks ridiculously hot.

My mouth instantly runs dry. I clear my throat as I close the door and cross the room, placing my belongings by the desk before giving him my full attention.

“You scared me,” I murmur, tilting my head at him, but he doesn’t say a word. He simply stares at me, making me shuffle nervously from foot to foot. When it’s clear he’s really not going to say anything, I sigh. “Okay then. This is great. The last time I saw you, your dick was in my mouth and now you don’t care to speak to me, I?—”

“Amica Mea, you’ve been keeping something from me today. I’m deciding if I should punish you or not,” he states, cutting off my rambling, and I gape at him.

“Punish me?” I repeat, and he shrugs. “That feels unfair,” I mumble, and he cocks a brow at me.

“So is something you want being held out of reach,” he retorts, and my cheeks heat of their own accord. “Ah, so you do know what I’m referring to,” he muses, lust darkening his gaze as he looks me over from head to toe.

“Hmm,” I breathe, lacing my fingers together in front of me, unsure what I should say.

“Playing cute suits you,” he states, making my blush deepen as I shake my head.

“You’re insane.”

“Only for you,” he replies quickly before twisting his body to face me, legs over the side of the bed as he crooks a finger at me. “Come here.”

“I’m good,” I breathe nervously, and he grins, raising an eyebrow in question.

“Really?” I shrug, nerves getting the better of me, and he rolls his eyes. “Are you worried I’m going to see the wolf’s bite mark?” he asks, and my eyes widen in surprise. My jaw falls slack, but I can’t find the words to speak. “Do I look mad?” I shake my head, a slight tremble running through my body at the fact that he knows, but still remains impassive. “Then come here.”

My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I cut the distance between us, but the second I get close, he readjusts himselfso he’s positioned in the center of the bed with the headboard behind him.

“On my lap,” he orders, and I gulp, my muscles tense as he pats his thighs.

I crawl up onto the bed slowly, and when I’m close enough, he grabs my waist, lifting me in the air before quickly dropping me into his lap, thighs splayed on either side of his. He keeps one hand at my waist while he brings the other to my chin, cupping my cheek as he looks deep into my eyes.

“Did you use magic?” I gulp, and he seems to take that as his answer because he groans, rolling his hips up against me so I can feel the bulge of his cock nestled between my thighs. “Fuck, Amica Mea. You’re going to be the death of me,” he rasps, sweeping his tongue along his bottom lip as his eyes become hooded. “Show me.”

My heart thunders in my chest, the sound vibrating in every part of my body. Desire leaves me wanton, but I can’t pluck up the courage to do that.

“No,” I whisper, shaking my head ever so slightly.

“Why are you embarrassed?”

I’m startled by the genuine curiosity in his gaze. He’s unhinged. He has to be.

“Why are you not?” I retort, but I avoid his gaze, looking down at my lap as I question him, but he quickly nudges at my chin, bringing my gaze back to his.

“You’re forgetting I’m a vampire, remember?” His words are soft, his tone laced with desire, and I think I’m going to pass out from my body overheating.

“An insane one,” I rasp, and he grins wickedly.

“You’ve already said that.”

“I get the feeling you’re going to make me say it a lot.”

His smile grows. “I like the sound of that,” he murmurs, running his thumb over my crimson cheek. His brows pinch suddenly. “I feel like you have just accepted me.”

“Accepted you?”

He nods. “I thought you would put up more of a fight.”

I roll my eyes, but instantly begin to question myself internally. Should I have? Why didn’t I? But before my mind can spiral out of control, I cut it off, giving him a pointed look. “You would have enjoyed it too much if I had,” I state, and he smirks.

“That’s true.”

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