Page 95 of Savage Torment

“Always,” he promises, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth, and I groan.

“Please, Tatum.”

He moves a second later, pinning me flat on my back as he nestles himself between my thighs, all while his mouth remains on mine.

Our hands explore, running over the planes of one another as our kiss deepens. The moment he rocks the outline of his cock along the seam of my leggings, I can’t take it anymore.

“Tatum, please,” I beg again, and he finally tears his mouth from mine, only to dust kisses over my jaw, down my throat, and across my chest.

I move to slip my hands beneath my leggings, desperate to remove everything between us, but I don’t move them an inch before he tugs at my wrists. “You’re mine, Polaris. I get the pleasure of undressing you,” he states, and I gulp, feebly nodding as he shuffles onto his knees.

Watching him watch me is a kind of euphoria I didn’t know existed. His knuckles graze across my skin as he takes each layer of clothing off me until I’m lying before him in my underwear.

“You’re fucking perfect, Polaris,” he rasps, and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, emotions blossoming in my stomach at his assessment of me. “I hope you aren’t attached to these,” he states, running his fingertips over my cotton panties and bra, but before I can answer or ask why, he tears at them, the material snapping under his force. He tosses the shredded fabric over his shoulder without a backward glance, grinning down at me with a sense of achievement glistening in his eyes.

“What about you? Do I get to undress what’s mine?” I ask, raking my eyes over him from head to toe, and he shakes his head.

“Maybe another time. Now, this is all about you,” he insists.

“But—”

He presses his finger against my lips, cutting off anything I was about to say. When he’s sure I’m not going to argue, he removes his hand and swiftly undresses, boxer shorts and all.

His cock is rock hard and jutting in my direction, and I gulp.

“I’m going to worship you, Polaris. Just not today. Today, what am I doing?” he asks, and I blink up at him, his words muddled in my mind as I find myself hypnotized by his cock.

“What?”

“Tell me what I’m going to do to you, Polaris,” he states, getting settled between my thighs again, and I instinctively spread them wider.

Clearing my throat, I look from his cock to his face three times before I find the words to answer. “You’re going to claim me.”

“Fuck yeah I am,” he rasps, running the tip of his cock over my slick pussy, and I groan.

“Please.”

Hooded eyes latch on to mine as his pupils dilate. “Beg me again,” he groans, his voice darker than ever, and I shiver, desperate to rub my thighs together, but it’s impossible with him situated between them.

“Please, Tatum. Claim me.”

It’s like my words unleash the madman contained inside. He grabs at my thighs, spreading me wider than I’m sure is possible before he lines his cock at my entrance. His head falls back when he feels how wet I am for him, a needy groan vibrating from his throat.

It’s only when his gaze settles on mine that he moves.

Swift.

Hard.

Sure.

There’s nothing between us, just raw need, purpose, and intention.

My back arches off the bed, desire coursing through every inch of me as he slams all the way home. He holds the position for a moment as we both gape at each other in disbelief.

“Beg me again,” he rasps, and I’m a sucker to please him.

Watching him unravel is everything. “Claim me, Tatum. Please. I need it. I need it now,” I cry out as he flexes his hips before slamming back into me.

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