Page 26 of Savage Temptation
I set the bourbon down quietly. Its taste is nothing compared to the fire she puts inside me. I cross the space between us slow,steady, boots echoing on the lounge’s wooden floor. Her voice trembles for the last line, and the way she looks at me when I come to stand at her side will forever haunt my dreams. I know it’s just the two of us on this earth. Her and me. The Savages could fade from my life, but from this moment forward it will always be Emilia and me.
She tenderly finishes and the final chord lingers between us. As the sweet sound fades, I reach for her. I place strong hands around her waist as I pull her up from the bench. She gasps, laughing through her tears as I lift her and gently set her down on the closed lid of the grand piano where she belongs, which is at the center of the music and the heart of my world.
I claim her lips, all fierce longing and trembling relief, pouring every ounce of love and regret and devotion I’ve got left into her. She’s the only thing I want, the only thing I dream about, the only thing I’d kill for. Her hands twine in my hair and she melts against my mouth, I know she’s right here, finally.
I slowly press a hand on her chest and watch as she lies back. All that beautiful auburn hair spills over the dark, glossy wood.
I take the hem of her shirt and slowly push it up the length of her abdomen, to reveal the most beautiful sight in my world.
“Emilia.” I step between her legs, wedging them apart gently.
She gasps softly and takes yet another piece of my soul. She has no idea just how deeply I love her.
Pressing my open palms over her trembling waist, I lean in and kiss the inside of her thigh. She’s always been beautiful. Always, but the last five years have made her even more so. It’s not a point that crosses my radar a lot, but the years between our ages isn’t something to shrug a shoulder at. Fifteen years is a lot tomany people, but she doesn’t seem to notice my rugged features and creases.
I press another kiss over the inside of her other thigh and get the same sexy gasp. Fingers stream through my hair.
I run the tip of my tongue over her seam and get a gasp of approval next. The sweetness of her arousal is fucking crack to my senses.
“Jagger.” Her moan is throaty and grips me by the balls.
“Who do you belong to, baby?”
I spread her open until I can see the pretty pink nub tucked between her folds. My lips trail over her slickness as I slip a hand under her knee. I bring her leg up and spread her wider so I can greedily take more of her.
“Yours, Jagger.”
She arches and writhes over the piano as I bite, lick, and tease her flesh all in that order.
“Show me all of you, beautiful. Pull that shirt up and show me everything I own.”
Fuck me. I haven’t forgotten a single detail about my woman. I know how much she loves me to lick her slow at first and tease her into submission. My cock is rock hard, but I want to take my time and give her all the pleasure we’ve missed out on over the years. We have all the time in the world now.
“Tell me again, baby.”
“Yours, Jagger. I’m yours and only yours. It’s always been that way.”
Fire blazes through my veins. Something primal rears up and roars inside of me.
My lips are slick with her taste, but it’s never enough. It’s been years since I touched her like this, and still, my body remembers every desperate plea and shattered gasp she ever gave me. Jesus Christ, save me from myself. I love her sweetness and now that I’ve had another taste, I’m addicted again.
I drag my tongue through her seam, draw circles, claim her and coax out more of those broken little sounds that are meant for my ears alone.
She trembles, her whole body shuddering beneath my hands on the piano lid. Soft light glows off her bare skin, highlighting the rise and fall of her chest, the delicate tremor of muscle under my palms. She’s trying to stay quiet, biting her lip, but I want the entire world to hear the way she breaks so sweetly for me.
“Look at me,” I order softly, my voice rough with heat and reverence. Her eyes flutter open, all glassy emeralds, pupils blown wide with need and forgiveness. She’s my whole fucking world, right here, legs hooked over my shoulders and hair fanned out like a red halo.
“Mine.”
I nuzzle against her center, greedier now. My name on her lips is a sin. The music of her pleasure fills the empty lounge, blending with the thundering in my chest. “You feel so damn good,” I murmur, “So fucking perfect. My good girl.”
“All yours.”
I tongue her clit faster and harder, getting the gasp from her that makes my cock harder.
“Take the shirt off. I want to see all of you.”
She claws at the shirt, obeying me, baring her breasts as she arches up in offering. I don’t hesitate taking what belongs to me. I catch a perfect nipple between my teeth, drawing it slow and rolling my tongue over the tip, savoring the way she gasps and bucks. My hands trail greedily up her sides, memorizing every curve all over again, letting my callused fingers leave red imprints on creamy skin.
