Page 112 of Savage Saint
I add a second finger, curling both to hit that spot inside her that makes her whole body shake. Her inner walls flutter and squeeze as I pump them in and out, setting a punishing rhythm. At the same time, I suck her clit between my lips, flicking it with my tongue in quick, precise motions that have her crying out.
"Fuck, Angelo," she gasps, completely abandoning my cock now. "I'm going to—"
"Come for me," I growl against her pussy. "Let me taste you."
She cries out, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashes through her. Her pussy clenching rhythmically around my fingers, and I lap up every drop of her release, unable to stop myself. Her taste will be my undoing. I know I'll never stop craving it.
Kasia pants as I pull her off my cock and flip us around, pressing her front against the back of the seat and pushing her arse out. I stroke the side of it before giving it a slap, and from the noise she's making, she's loving it. Her skin flushes pinkunder my hand, and I do it again, harder this time. She moans, pushing back against me.
I stroke down her crease, circling her puckered hole. "This will be mine too," I say, pressing just enough to make her gasp. "But we don't have the time now. Later."
"Yes," she moans. "God, yes."
"My nameisAngelo," I remind her, lining my cock up with her pussy and pushing just the tip between her lips. I tease her entrance, coating myself in her wetness.
When I enter her, her back arches and a loud moan escapes her. "Angelo," she breathes. "Aniol."
The Polish word for angel slips from her lips, and something in my chest tightens. I'm loving every sound she's making, every gasp and whimper as I bury myself to the hilt inside her.
I set a punishing pace, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. The slap of skin against skin fills the cabin, punctuated by her cries and my grunts. She's so tight around me, so hot and wet, that I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming too soon.
"Touch yourself," I command, and she immediately reaches between her legs, her fingers finding her clit.
The change in her is instantaneous. Her cunt clenches around me, her back arches further, and her moans take on a desperate edge. I slide my hand up her spine to tangle in her hair, pulling her head back gently.
"You're mine," I growl in her ear. "Say it."
"I'm yours," she gasps, her fingers working frantically at her clit. "Only yours."
I reward her with a particularly deep thrust that has her crying out. "And I'm yours," I admit, the words tearing from somewhere deep inside me. "Only yours, Butterfly."
Her pussy tightens around me at the endearment, and I know she's close. I speed up my thrusts, angling to hit that spot inside her that makes her see stars.
"Come for me again," I demand. "Come on my cock."
She shatters with a scream, her entire body tensing as waves of pleasure crash through her. Her pussy pulses around me, squeezing my dick with the ferocity of a milkmaid, and I can't hold back any longer. I bury myself deep inside her and let go, releasing into her as her orgasm squeezes every last drop from me.
For a moment, we stay frozen like that, both of us panting, sweat cooling on our skin. Then I gently pull out, watching with satisfaction as my come starts to leak from her.
"Fuck," she suddenly stiffens. "All this time. We've not been using birth control."
"I know," I reply, smirking, because from the very first time, I knew I was never letting her go. I grab a cloth to clean her up but then think better of it and push my come back inside her pussy. "This stays there, so you know who really owns you," I say, pulling her panties up.
She turns to face me, her expression a mix of shock, arousal, and something softer that makes my chest ache. "You're insane," she whispers, but there's no heat in it.
"About you? Absolutely." I pull her against me, feeling her heartbeat against my chest. "Is that a problem?"
She's quiet for a long moment, and I wonder if I've pushed too far, been too possessive too soon. Then she presses a kiss to my collarbone, so gentle it barely registers.
"No," she murmurs. "It's not a problem at all."
I tilt her chin up, needing to see her eyes. They're clear now, free of the cold calculation that had worried me earlier. My Butterfly is back, at least for now.
"When this is over," I say, "when Jerzy is dead, we're going to have a conversation about the future."
She tenses slightly in my arms. "What if there is no future?"
"There will be." I press my forehead against hers. "I'm not giving you up, Kasia. Not to Jerzy, not to death, not to anything."
