Page 62 of Savage Torment

Fuck.

Her eyes remain on mine with every move until she’s perfectly settled between my thighs, then they drop to my cock.

She drags her fingers up my legs and over my thighs as she nears, my pulse throbbing in my ears. “Good girl—fuck,” I grunt, my praise slamming to a halt as she brings her mouth to my length.

A shiver runs down my spine as she swipes her tongue over the tip, and my head falls back with a groan. I lower my hand and she lowers her mouth, taking more of me. She doesn’t stop, and I have to pull my hand away altogether as she continues, gagging when she goes too far. The way her throat clenches around my cock has me close to climax, and after she just crawled to me, there’s no way in Hell I’m coming down her throat.

Grabbing her hips, I flip her in the air and spread her on the bed in one swift move. She bounces with the force, eyes wide as she blinks up at me, but I jolt into action, lowering myself between her thighs.

I drag my tongue along her folds, circling her clit, and her fingers find their way into my hair. The grip of her hands urges me on, and for a short moment, I concede control.

She rides my face with purpose, with the same amount of determination that I have as I feast on her sweet cunt. The second I thrust two fingers into her core, she tightens, the gripdeadly before she climaxes, drenching me in her release as her cries fill the room.

The moment her center relaxes, I slip my hand from her core as I drag my lips up over her hip bone and toward her breast. I take her pebbled nipple into my mouth as I align my dick at the entrance to her pussy.

“Asher,” she cries as I slam home, releasing her taut peak with a pop.

Our groans mingle as sweat clings to every inch of me. Desperate for more, I grab her ankles and rest them on my shoulders as I lean up, needing to be deeper. Her fingers curl into the sheets as I slam into her relentlessly, feeding both of our desires as my vision blurs.

“One more time, Silver,” I command, my muscles tingling with the impending ecstasy I know is coming and the feel of her core rippling around me. Her obeying my order so readily is enough to send me over the edge.

I hiss, biting back a groan as she drenches me in her release once again. The second she’s done, I pull out, painting her chest with my own release. We both stare at the ribbons along her skin until her eyes find mine. I part my lips, but before I speak, a knock sounds from the door.

Fuck.

Neither of us turn away, both digesting the moment between us, but when another knock comes I know it’s time for our moment to come to an end. But there’s something I have to make clear before we get to that.

“Silver.”

“Yes?” she asks, spent.

“Next time, I claim you.”

19

POLARIS

Asher’s words linger in the air like the promise they are, somehow managing to make my temperature rise even more, despite the burning inferno that still clings to my skin after he just fucked me into the mattress.

I’ve finally been taken in an actual bed.

Unfortunately, the opportunity to bask in the afterglow is gone as another knock comes from the door, firmly breaking the moment as Asher sighs and rises to his feet. He slips his cock back beneath his boxer shorts as he heads for the door while I scramble to cover myself with the sheets.

I barely have the sheet covering my chest when he swings the door open to greet whoever waits on the other side.

“Fuck, finally. I’m jealous,” Wylder states, breezing past Asher, and his eyes immediately fall to me. “Definitely jealous,” he adds, adjusting his cock through his pants as his teeth sink into his bottom lip.

I’m absolutely spent, ready to sleep for a thousand years, but I still have to clench my thighs together as I watch him watch me.

“We’re late,” Lincoln grunts, following him inside. His eyes immediately dart to where I lay, but he doesn’t say a word.

“I think we all know the reason for that,” Tatum adds as he is the last to step inside, and Asher closes the door behind him.

“We’re just getting ready,” he offers, pushing a hand through his hair all casual, like we haven’t just gained an audience.

“Sure, it sounded like that’s what you were doing,” Wylder muses, and I feel my cheeks flush.

Lincoln clears his throat as he stands with his arms folded across his chest, staring at the object on my desk.

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