Page 20 of Sweethearts and Savages
I gave into my instincts and thrust my tongue into his mouth, rolling my body against the brush of his hard cock.
He groaned, and accidentally banged my elbow into the door frame. I hissed out a pained noise, but laughed. I was giddy on the pheromones.
“Shit, fuck, sorry,” Bohdie whispered, holding me impossibly tighter to his chest. “If you want to make it to my room in one piece, you should probably resist grinding on my dick.”
Just to show I had no self-preservation skills, I ground my core against the hard line of his cock again and he moaned.
We made it through another door and he visibly sighed in relief as he dropped me on the bed from a height, making me bounce and the breath rush from my lungs.
He crawled up the bed after me, his hard body between my thighs and his nose inches from mine. “Thank god. Enit Baxter, I am going to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name,” he purred, like literally purred. It rumbled through his whole body, and through mine, and I made a surprised squeak.
“Like the purr, hmm?” His lips were pulled into a sinful smile that made my core clench. “Let me show you what it can really do.”
He peeled off my yoga pants slowly, and I lifted my butt to help. Once he got them to my feet, he pulled off my sneakers and pants in a few hard tugs. From where he was at the end of the bed, he looked up at me with absolute adoration. The kind that made my heart beat faster.
His face turned serious. “If at any point you want to stop, you have to tell me, okay?” I nodded but he frowned. “I mean it, Princess. I know your designation means you’re more likely to give me what I need, even to the detriment of yourself, so I need to know if anything makes you feel uncomfortable or if you’ve just had enough. You can tell me—I won’t be angry or frustrated. But if I did something you didn’t one hundred percent enjoy, I would hate myself. Pinky swear.”
I let out a laugh that could have been a whimper of relief; I couldn’t tell over the roaring of my blood in my ears. I was doing the right thing, chosen the right man. I’d never been more sure of anything in my life.
I reached out and grabbed his pinky, hooking it with mine. “Pinky swears are the weirdest foreplay ever, but I promise.”
He puffed out a breath, and it dislodged some of the golden hair from his forehead. “Good.” He moved back down my body to my knee, then ran his tongue up the inside of my thigh, until he was at its apex. He scraped his teeth over the crotch of my panties, making me gasp. He bumped my clit with his nose, and I lifted my hips up to meet him.
He pulled back and by the grin on his face, I knew this wasn’t going to be a quick wham, bam, thank you ma’am, kind of fuck.
He was going to tease me until I begged. Damn Alphas. Even as I thought about it, I was smiling. I didn’t even know why. I felt giddy with happiness.
He blew against the dampness of my panties, cooling the hot flesh beneath the thin strip of fabric. My smile turned into an O as I gasped again. He tugged my underwear off, his fingers almost as eager as I was. Although I felt a little shy about having his face so freaking close to my naked vagina, I was embracing it. Taking a leap of faith.
And when his tongue swirled around my clit, I wasn’t just taking a leap of faith, I was freediving into pleasure. “Holy shi…” I moaned, my body curling beneath his mouth as he pressed his tongue flat against my clit and thenpurred.The vibration shot straight through my body and my legs shot straight out like I was a scared goat.
“Oh my god!”
His chuckle broke up the purring, and then he was slowly lapping at me in the most torturously sensual way ever. I twisted my hands in his hair, clutching him close. My body moved against his face of its own accord, seeking more and more pleasure.
My very first non-solo orgasm came out of nowhere and hit me like a freight train. My thighs clenched around his ears, but he didn’t stop, lapping and sucking at my body and then plunging his tongue inside me.
He growled his approval at the feel of my body fluttering around his tongue, which just made me come harder.
“Bohdie,” I gasped, and he pulled back, his face shiny and his teeth flashing in a smug grin.
“Mmm Princess, you taste divine. I could die happily between your thighs.”
He moved his way up my body and when I was bracketed between his arms, my heart started to race.
But not in a good way.
He leaned down and kissed me, nipping at my neck, and sweat broke out across my skin. When he slid his hand down my stomach, I froze. Suddenly it was a different time, a different place, a different Alpha’s hands.
Bohdie noticed immediately. He reared back, his eyes searching my face. “Enit? Princess? Are you okay?”
I wanted to cry. Dammit. No. Why the fuck couldn’t the past stay in the past? Why was I always so fucking defective?
Tears of self-pity tracked down my cheeks, and Bohdie sprung away like he was on fire. He stared at me for a split second, before coming to kneel down beside the bed. “Baby, talk to me. What’s wrong?”
“I’m broken,” I sobbed. “I just want to make love to my boyfriend without all my”—I let out a choked hiccup—“baggage.”
He stared at me for a moment. “This is about what Stacey mentioned? About your assault?” I winced at the word “assault” but nodded. He reached up and grabbed my hand. “We can work up to it, Princess. We don’t have to do it all at once.”
