Page 46 of Sweet Surrender
What a fucking loser.
“I like these,” she muttered, sleep heavy in her voice as she lightlytrailed a finger over a tribal tattoo on one of my pecs.
The touch of her finger running delicately over my skin did nothing tomake my cock go down.I grabbed her hand before kissing her fingers. If she carried on stroking my chest, it wouldn’t be long until I was ramming my cock into her sweet cunt, and I didn’t want to rush. We had all night.
In fact, we had the rest of our lives.
“Why do you have so many?” she asked, propping herself up so shecould get a better look at my ink.
“Because my father hates tattoos. He thinks it’s abhorrent that peoplewould ruin their bodies in such vile ways,” I replied honestly, giving her a little snippet into the man I unfortunately shared DNA with.
Her eyes shot to mine, and her brows furrowed. She was cute whenshe was confused.
“You tattooed your body because your dad hates tattoos?” she said,curiosity in her tone. “What did he do to piss you off?”
“I didn’t get them just because he hates them. I happen to appreciatetattoos as an art form. As for what he did to piss me off, that’s a story for another day.”
She opened her mouth to argue, but right at that moment, herstomach chose to rumble, reminding me that Savannah hadn’t eaten all day. It was a good distraction, I didn’t want to talk about the sperm donor, not on our wedding night. It would only sour my mood.
“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s order room service. I don’t know aboutyou, but I worked up an appetite,” I said, sliding out of bed, and more than aware of Savannah’s lust-filled eyes watching me as I pulled my boxers on.
Savannah showered while I ordered room service. I’d been temptedto shower with her, but when I checked my phone and found a message from Sherry asking me to call her, I forewent the shower for the sake of business.
Dinner arrived as Savannah emerged from our bedroom, her hairstill damp, and dressed only in a robe. I knew she wasn’t wearing anything underneath the robe, I’d snuck in while she was showering and took her underwear and the clothes she’d had on when we first arrived in Vegas.
I wanted easy access to Savannah’s body because after we’d eaten,I fully intended to eat her again. She was a delicacy I couldn’t get enough of.
I was pretty sure the seafood risotto, accompanied by a bottle of thehotel’s finest pinot gris was the most incredible dinner my sweet Savannah had ever eaten. Appreciative moans came from her whenever she brought her fork to her mouth.It was most distracting, and instead of enjoying the food, all I couldthink about was the way she sounded when she came all over my face.
It still baffled me that no one had ever made her come before, and it wasn’t long until I couldn’t hold the curiosity in any longer. “Tell me, how was it you were with Liam for all those years, and yethe never made you come?”
Her fork froze halfway to her mouth as she stared wide-eyed at mefrom across the table. Composing herself after a few blinks, she lowered the fork.
“I don’t really know,” she said, shrugging. Her cheeks began to blush,and it was something I was coming to love about her, the way she blushed whenever she was embarrassed. “Liam wasn’t very adventurous. At least not with me.”
Her shoulders slumped as her gaze fell to her lap. I imagined shewas remembering the photos I’d shown her of Liam getting a blowie from a stripper in a club. That wasn’t the worst picture I could have shown her. I spared her from the one of him getting fucked in the ass by a guy while he licked the stripper’s cunt.
Liam was a fucking idiot. Instead of hooking up with random women,and men for that matter, he should have been at home learning how to make his girl feel good.
Went in my favor though. My eyes dropped to the shiny ring on herfinger, the ring that showed the world she wasmygirl.
My wife.
“Well, sweetheart. I can assure you, I’m more than willing to beadventurous with you. If there is anything you want to try, you only have to ask. Except sharing. I willnevershare you with anyone,” I said, making it damn clear that threesomes or orgies were off the cards.
I’d had threesomes before, both with two women, and a couple oftimes when Fox and I shared a woman, but the idea of anyone touching Savannah made my blood boil.
Even Fox. I would do anything for him, but even if he begged me tospend the night with my wife, there was no way on God’s green earth I’d let him.
A coy smile crept onto her face. “That’s why I ran, back in Portland,”she said, taking a sip of her wine. “I got it into my head that you might want to share me with your friends.”
She looked down at her abandoned food, an air of vulnerabilitysurrounding her at her admission. I reached out and took her hand, rubbing my thumb over her knuckle.
“Let me make this very clear, Savannah. You belong to me, and mealone,” I said, using my other hand to grip her chin and make her look at me. “If you want me to tie you up and whip your ass, I’ll do it. If you want to become my madame and dominate the fuck out of me, I’ll let you do it, hell I’ll let you strap a twelve-inch dildo on and peg me if that’s what you want. But I willnevershare you. Even if you claim that your dying wish is to have your pussy eaten by another woman, it won’t happen. Sharing is a hard limit.”
I paused to take a breath, giving myself a moment to allow the angerthat had risen to settle, the thought of my Savannah with anyone else riled me more than I cared to admit.
She gaped at me from across the table, her emerald eyes fillingwith relief, and in that moment, something shifted between us. It was as if byreassuring her that I didn’t want anyone else touching her, I’d earned a smidgen of her trust.
