Page 26 of Filthy Savage
I don’t say a word. I just pick her up and step into the standing shower, letting the stream of water cascade down between our bodies. I press her back against the wall and ignore the glaring fact that protected sex in the shower is just not going to happen. Not with this woman. I don’t have any STDs thanks to the fact that I get tested often. Sure, I’m taking a chance with her, but I don’t fucking care about that, or the fact that I could end up knocking her up.
Angel moans as I lower my head to her breasts and bite down gently on one nipple. I’m out of my mind at the sound she makes when she begs for it as I lift her up to position myself. We’re both all in when I grip around her waist and sink my cock deep inside of her. And she’s loving it too, helping me along by wrapping her legs tightly around my hips, arms around my neck, hips tilting along with my rhythm each and every time I drive into her. And that sultry whimpering cry she lets out in between pants and pleas for me to fuck her harder.
Mutual craving is a damned good thing.
For a brief moment, Angel holds on to my shoulders and pulls her head back just enough to lock eyes with me. I don’t stop. I plunge into her tight, wet heat, admiring the look of longing mixed in with a fiery, piercing stare telling me that she wants only me, even though she’s sure to deny it if I ever asked.
The next second, Angel’s hands are fisting my hair, and she presses her wet mouth onto my lips. Every muscle in my body goes taut. While I fuck her, she kisses me just as fiercely, capturing my tongue and sucking, clashing our teeth together in a rough and rugged display of her need to dominate. She arches her back and jerks her hips, fighting for control. Her tight inner walls clench along my shaft, taking pleasure as she gives it to me. As much as I enjoy her effort, Angel needs to know I’m the boss.
Eventually.
Right now, my cock aches to explode within her with every thrust. As I pound into her, she digs her sharp nails into my back, whimpering out that she’s close to coming, breaking the skin. Within no time, she cries and shakes and seizes, falling apart through her climax right up against the shower wall. I do what I’ve been hoping to do since I fought off those idiot Los Diablos who tried to steal her away from me. I grip the hair at the back of her head, fist a thick handful, and take her ruthlessly. Her back is sure to have a bruise tomorrow.
Soon, the pressure in my groin has built up to soaring heights. My muscles tense and jerk. Before I can stop myself, I bite down on her shoulder, sinking my teeth into her flesh without breaking the skin. Angel shrieks from the shock, or maybe she just loves it. The sounds of her cry mixed in with the slapping of our skin as I plunge into her one or two or forty more times drives me past my limits until I grunt through my orgasm.
My jaw tightens and my teeth clench as I come, burying myself to the hilt, not caring that my seed is now coating her inner walls.
No. I care.
I’ve wanted this, probably from the second I laid eyes on her.
I’ve marked her, and taken her raw and hard. Now she’s mine. My cock jerks at the vague, primitive thought as I fill her up, and when Angel looks down into my eyes, it’s as though she understands that truth. She dislodges her nails from my back and lowers her head to rest on my shoulder. Slowly, I pull apart from her, letting her down my body until her feet are back on solid ground. Angel cranes her neck up to look at me, saying everything with her eyes, not needing words, letting the water wash us clean again.
As we stand there under the hot flowing stream of water, I have only one feral kernel of thought.
Protect what is mine.
Nothing else matters.
