Page 77 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

Her smile grows. “That’s good to know. But right now, all I want is you.”

“Are you sure?”

She stares up at me with wide eyes full of innocence and hope.“Yeah, Elliot. I want this. I want you.” Stretching on her toes, her lips brush against the shell of my ear. “I want you to be my first.”

“Fuck,” I breathe, suddenly feeling the pressure like never before.

“Just remember,” she whispers. “I’ve no idea what I’m doing.”

With each word she speaks, she undoes a button of my shirt before pushing the fabric from my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor at my feet.

I swallow thickly, my dick pressing painfully against the fabric of my trousers, desperate to be unleashed.

Fuck. I’m going to blow the second I’m inside her, I know I am.

“Are you—” She cuts herself off in favour of leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the side of my throat. There’s no way she doesn’t feel just how fast my pulse is racing.

She presses one kiss there before moving lower to my collarbone.“You’re nervous,” she finally says, deciding against forming it as a question now she’s felt the answer.

“Of course I am. It’s you, Red.”

She sucks in a sharp breath before releasing a giggle.“How do you think I feel? I’m with the Elliot Eaton.”

“No,” I say a little more harshly than I intended. She startles and I mentally kick myself for not being what she needs right now. “Red,” I say, cupping her jaw with my hand and grazing her scar with my thumb. “You’re not with the Elliot Eaton. He’s a wanker. You’re with me. Your Elliot.”

Her throat ripples against my palm before she leans into my touch.

“You’re right.” I freeze, unsure of what she’s about to say. “That Elliot can be a wanker.”

Amusement bubbles up inside me until it spills from my lips. Her laugh follows.

“Fuck, Red. I love you.”

I swear to God, the second those words fall from my lips, all the air is sucked from the room.

“Elliot,” she whispers, her eyes filling with tears.

“Shit, no. Don’t cry. Please. Fuck… I’m trying really hard not to fuck this up, Red. You’re gonna have to help me out he?—”

Her hands find my face again and she crashes her lips against mine, effectively shutting me up.

Without second-guessing what I just confessed, I lose myself in her kiss.My fingers sink into the soft hair at the nape of her neck and I position her exactly as I want her.

Feeling impatient, her hands slide down my stomach, making my muscles jump before she begins tugging at my belt and then the button of my trousers.

The second she’s released it, she tucks her hands under the fabric and pushes them down my legs.Her trembling hands give away how she’s really feeling, but fuck if I don’t love this side of her. The confidence to take what she really wants.

She reaches for me and I’m powerless but to break our kiss. Even through the fabric of my boxers, it’s almost too much. The anticipation is fucking killing me.

“I’m not going to last,” I confess like a pussy.

She smiles at me before pressing a kiss to the centre of my chest and then working her way down my stomach. When she gets to my navel, she drops to her knees before me.

“Abi,” I whisper. “Fuck.”

Tucking her fingers under the waistband, she drags my boxers down my legs, letting my cock spring free.

“Jesus,” I mutter as she licks her lips in preparation for what I hope is coming. “This is meant to be about you.”

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