Page 27 of Savage Temptation
When I finally can’t take any more, I pop the button of my jeans, hissing as I free my swollen shaft. I wrap my fingers around my throbbing cock, aching for her. I spread her open and groan at the sight of her tight opening spread over the head of my cock. I push in one delicious inch at a time and love how her channel grips me tightly.
She tenses, her lips parting, cheeks stained pink with the same longing that is deep inside me. I know because we are tethered together. Now and forever.
“Ready for all of me, baby?” My voice is a rough whisper and a growl at the same time.
“Yes, Jagger. Please,” she begs, and it’s like coming home again.
I push in slowly, her heat and slickness enveloping me, stealing the last scraps of my self-control. I grab her wrists and pull her to me, taking all of her weight into my arms. She wraps her legs around my middle and I help her ride me slow and steady.
I bite out a groan, pressing my forehead to hers, noses brushing. She wraps her arms around my neck, clutching me close as if she can anchor us both through any storm we face here on out.
We move in unison, bodies finding a rhythm older than any grief we have suffered and sweeter than music. Every thrust is a prayer, every gasp she gives me is a sweet promise that we will never part again. The world could burn down around us and I wouldn’t notice, not with her locked around me, whispering my name, running her hands down my back, urging me faster, deeper, harder.
I give my woman what she needs.
Her pussy tightens around my cock. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel your pleasure.”
I grip her ass, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. I stare at her in amazement as her head falls back and her mouth opens. A scream of pleasure rips from her and hot juices spill over my cock.
I watch her fall apart for me, her body shuddering, knees clamping tight around my waist as pleasure wracks through her. “That’s it, baby. That’s my girl,” I whisper, undone by the raw beauty of her surrender. I chase her over that edge, following her into my own climax, letting go, spilling into her with a growl ripped straight from my soul.
My head falls back from the intense pleasure coursing through me. I possess her. And I know for damn sure we are both tempting fate with the possibility of her getting pregnant. Neither of us cared to use protection and I can only hope and pray she tells me in a few weeks we are expecting.
She screams and gasps, riding out her release. There will never be a day that I look at this piano and see anything other than her beauty and think about this night.
I hold her to me, cradling her in my arms, lips brushing her temple as we both float back down. I walk us to the back of the lounge for a second warm shower. I lower her slowly and hold her until she has her balance before turning on warm water.
No words are needed. We touch and kiss as I wash her. Afterward, I dry her off with a fresh towel from the stash I keep here for the all nighters I pull.
I tip her chin up and press my lips to hers. “I love you.” My words are soft, but true. She threads her fingers through my hair, kisses my forehead, and for the first time in years, I believe in soulmates. In second chances. In us.
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EMILIA
Ilove you.
His words hit me in the heart with the force of a freight train.
I rise to the tips of my toes, slip my hand underneath his hair and love the feel of him giving me power over him. If only for just a moment. He comes in, following my gesture and I take his mouth in a kiss. We’ve locked lips over a hundred times in the few short hours since our reunion, but this one is slow. Intent and full of love.
“Jagger “Storm” Malone,” I whisper against his lips. “I–”
My words are cut off with the shrill of his cell phone cutting in. “Sorry, baby. I gotta take this.” He brushes the back of his knuckles over my heated cheek and kisses the tip of my nose. I go to walk away and give him space, but he holds me to him.
“Stay by my side, baby. I have nothing to say you can’t hear.” He traces the edge of my towel.
He answers whoever is on the other side and I watch him take in fresh information. I love how his lips press together at times or his brows rise at others. He hits end and then Jagger pulls back and studies my face for a long moment.
“Never leave my side, baby. Promise me.”
I know he’s not meaning in the literal sense right now. “Never.” And I mean that with every fiber of my being.
His mouth claims mine, hungry and possessive, conveying every unspoken feeling we both crave to express without uttering a single word.
My fingers slip through his hair and right when I think I am about to be spread out on the massive wooden desk behind me. But no such luck.
“Baby, I would love nothing more than to give you what those pretty eyes are asking for, but I need to check something. That was Bourbon. He said he left the list of patrons who signed in this evening. Reaper wants to see it. Might hold some names we can use to track down Ares’ brother faster.”
