Page 26 of Savage Outlaw

“Sweet fucking hell. That’s what it feels like between your warm thighs. My personal hell.”

He gave her a dry dirty thrust hard enough she squeaked and dug her nails into his skin.

Lust had always been present between them.

When she was too young and him too old. It romanced between their legs, coating them in a mist of want and over time it only worsened.

She hated it. The want. Theagonizedneed. The tearing hunger to be with him, In and out of his bed.

Roux was not prone to be led by anything, least of all a man.Until Tad. To say she resented the feeling was an understatement. Only in times of weakness like tonight did she give in. Just for a moment.

She didn’t get the chance to give him the last inch of her pride by whispering her answer. Frozen under his scrutiny, his hand rolled from her throat, down between her breasts before he tugged one of her nipples. Pain and pleasure boosted her to another level and his mouth stole her air with the bruising kiss he crushed on her.

“I’m going to ruin you.” He said, thrusting his erection against her pubic bone.

Roux was already wrecked by him.

She savored every lick. Every press of their starved lips.

He kissed her without any reservation, like he had a right to, like she washis.

God, how right he was, and he must know it because he consumed her from the inside.

His hands going everywhere, burning her up. Putting his claim on her, making sure she would never be the same.

“Always hungry for my tongue, aren’t you, Roux?” He dipped inside and she sucked hard then gave him a bite.

He pulled back with a hiss, eyes dark as a thunderstorm, as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Her stomach jumped. The action was so primal and hot, a fresh wave of lust flared inside her, swirling her feelings into a mess. She suddenly wanted him inside her so badly that she was willing to beg if she had to.

Roux made sounds she only ever made when she was with him.

His mouth made its way to her ear, while his big body kept her pinned under him, she heard him reaching into the nightstand and then a crackle of paper that could only be protection. She sighed… hated that he even had them there. She didn’t want to think about it. She’d brought her own condoms in the pocket of her jeans.

“Someday I’m gonna put you in front of a mirror so you can see how incredible you look when I fuck you.”

Her eyes rolled with pleasure. She’d take anything from him.Do anything.

Hell, he’s the only man she would have ever done anal with.I want to own all your holes.

A small tremble ran through him when she touched the bobbing Adam’s apple in his throat. She felt like victory for that reaction. He fisted a hand around her ponytail, anchoring her head back and demanded her gaze up to his.

“Tad… I…”

She what? Needed him? Wanted him? Loved him?

She couldn’t voice anything other than her little pants.

“You’ve no idea how hard I’m gonna make you come, until you forget your own name and then we’re gonna talk, you got it?”

Hot. Wet.Invigorating.

Her stomach leaped, making her shake all over.

“Do it,” she demanded, fingering through his hair not so gently and he grunted, liking it. “Do it,” she issued again, pleading this time, needing him so fucking badly.

To make the ache finally stop.

“Tad…please.”

---