Page 62 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

“No, don’t,” she half begs half moans, her fingers sinking into my hair in an attempt to push me away. “It’s ugly.”

“Abigail,” I chastise. “There isn’t an inch of you that comes anywhere close to that. Your scars are beautiful. They show your strength. I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

“No.” She thrashes her head from side to side, refusing to believe me.

“Yes. I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone before.”

“I’m broken.”

A bitter laugh spills from my lips.“So am I, Red. So am I.”

I’ve barely finished talking before I’ve tucked my fingers beneath the waistband of her sleep shorts and knickers, dragging them down her legs.

The second they’re free of her feet, I throw them behind me and press her thighs wide.

I let my eyes linger on her glistening pussy before taking my time in taking the rest of her in.

Finally, my gaze locks on hers. Emotions war in her green eyes. Desire, fear, excitement and anticipation.

“Tell me you don’t want this—want me—and I’ll get dressed and walk out right now.” I’m not sure it’s true, but I offer nonetheless.

“I-I want you,” she whispers.

“Fuuuck,” I groan, my dick jerking between us.

The temptation to sink into her right here and now is almost too much to ignore. But she deserves more than that. She deserves the world, not just a release from all our pain and darkness. Okay, well, not just that.

“I want to hear you scream my name, Red,” I tell her before dropping to my front and licking her arse to clit.

She squeals, her hips rolling as her fingers sink into my hair, holding me in place.

Her taste floods my mouth, spurring me on, and I eat her like a man possessed before I slide two fingers inside her, upping the ante.

“Elliot,” she moans, grinding herself against my mouth.

“Come for me, Red,” I demand, curling my fingers against her G-spot. “Show me how tightly you’ll squeeze my dick when I push inside you.”

“Oh my God,” she cries as she races towards the end.

“My name, Abigail. Let everyone know who’s doing this to you.”

“God, Elliot. Ah… Ah, shit,” she screams as she crashes. Her body sucks my fingers deeper as I suck on her clit, letting her ride out every second of pleasure.

Once I’m happy she’s finished, I sit up and take myself in my hand.

I’m already riding on a knife’s edge, and embarrassingly it only takes a handful of strokes before I groan out her name and come over her chest and stomach.

Our chests heave as we come down from our highs, the reality of what we just did, of what I confessed floating around us.

Reaching out, I push my finger into a blob of my cum before writing my name across her stomach, right over her scar.

“You’re mine, Red. Mine,” I tell her, sounding much more confident than I feel about what the future holds for us.

16

ABIGAIL

“You might want to tone it down,” Reese says quietly to Elliot. “You’re so fucking obvious.”

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