Page 62 of Savage Sacrifice
“I’ve missed you too,” I admit, tensing as his hands move beneath the hem of my dress before I quickly melt further into him. “Aren’t we supposed to be leaving?” I ask, and he winks.
“We will, but it’s not very often I get you all to myself,” he murmurs, running his fingers over my panties, and his eyes widen a fraction when he feels the damp spot already forming. “I love how responsive you are,” he adds, making my cheeks burn even more, but I relish in the fact that he likes it.
Emboldened by the moment, I lean in closer, pressing my lips to his ear before I speak. “Why don’t you move my panties aside and feel how wet I really am for you?”
I have to bite back a groan, excitement pooling in my center at the mere idea of it, but it becomes impossible to refrain when he snarls, his chest rumbling as he speaks. “You’re going to bring me to my knees, Amica Mea,” he states, making me gulp as my body tingles with anticipation.
My lips part, ready to tease him as he seems to hesitate, but we’re suddenly moving. We don’t go far, but the speed is faster than I’m used to before he lowers me. Relaxing my hold around his neck, I drop my arms at the same time he places me on the kitchen table and blink up at him, jaw slack.
This is the complete opposite of what I wanted, and I’m about to tell him that when he stands between my spread thighs and flips the hem of my skirt up, revealing the pretty white lace beneath.
“So fucking beautiful,” he breathes, teasing his finger over my panties once again, but as I grind my hips up, desperately searching for more, he curls his finger beneath the material, making me pause as he snags at the fabric, revealing my needy core.
“Blaze,” I gasp, eyes locked on his as I plant my hands on the table, his fingers exploring my center as the tension ripples between us.
“I didn’t think I would ever get to taste you again,” he states, dropping his gaze to where his touch holds me captive. Without warning, he plunges two fingers deep inside of me. A moan escapes my lips as my head falls back and my eyelids threaten to close, but he grabs my chin, forcing my attention back to him as he swirls his fingers in my pussy. “Your desire is my lifeline, even more than your blood, Amica Mea. Don’tevertake it away from me again.”
My lips part, a response frozen on my tongue as he fucks me with his fingers. He doesn’t relent, driving his message home, and I’m more than willing to accept it as my muscles tighten, coiling with a frenzied need for the release he’s dangling in front of me.
“Blaze,” I chant, his name a whispered prayer on my tongue, and he grins as he reaches for the neckline of my dress, swiping a finger beneath the material to tuck it beneath the swell of my breasts, revealing the fact that I didn’t put anything on underneath.
“Look at your pretty pink nipples, Amica Mea. They’re as desperate for me as I am for you,” he whispers before leaning forward to capture one in his mouth. I groan, melting into theswirl of his tongue around my taut peak as he increases his pace, working me with precision as a tingle rushes through my limbs.
My hands curl around the edge of the table as I grind my hips in time with his movement.
I’m close, so damn close, when he sinks his teeth into my flesh, biting at my pebbled peak, and the climax claims me.
Wave after wave rushes through me as I find my release, and he rides every drop of it with me, taking everything I have until I’m spent. Looking at him through hooded eyes, I watch as he releases my nipple and retracts his fingers from my core to bring them to his lips, offering me a show as he laps at my juices coating his hand.
Holy crap.
My cheeks burn bright, but I continue to watch, enraptured as he yanks at the button on his jeans to reveal his thick cock jutting in my direction.
There are no boxer shorts obscuring my view, just him. All of him.
“I want you, Blaze,” I breathe, my pussy clenching with excitement as the corner of his mouth turns up.
He wraps his hand around his length, taking long, tight strokes as he rakes his teeth over his bottom lip. “Do you want my cock, Devoted?” I tremble as I nod. “Let me hear you say it,” he pushes, swiping his thumb over the tip, and I spy the glistening of precum against his skin.
Damn.
Rubbing my lips together, I fail to take a deep breath that actually works before I speak. “I want your cock, Blaze.” I tear my gaze from his dick to his face just in time to see his eyes darken. “I want it right now.” I didn’t think it was possible, but they widen further, flaring with desire. “Please,” I add for good measure, pouty lips and all, and it’s the word that breaks his bravado, kicking him into action.
I squeal as he releases his cock, only to immediately grab my hips, flipping me over without pause before bringing my feet to the ground. I don’t get a second to catch my breath before he splays his palm between my shoulder blades, encouraging me to lean forward, and I go willingly.
Bent over the dining table, my palms flat against the wood, I shiver as he teases his cock at my entrance.
“Are you slick for me, Amica Mea?” he rasps, grinding his cock through my folds, and I moan, attempting to nod in agreement, but I’m too lost in his touch to be sure so I opt to use my words instead.
“You know I am, you can feel how wet I am,” I say, anticipation bundling through my body as he teases his cock at my entrance only to swipe through my folds again.
“Wet for me?”
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. Even in my orgasm-induced brain fog, I can see that he likes it when I talk dirty to him. A shiver runs down my spine at the acknowledgement, empowering me. Glancing over my shoulder, I settle my eyes on his. “I’m always wet for you, Blaze.”
His tongue peeks out, sweeping across his lip as his hands tighten at my waist. I can’t wait to see the bruises there tomorrow.
“Yeah?” he asks huskily, and I smirk.
