Page 80 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

Something addictive and all-consuming.

Something I never want to end.

“I’ll never hurt you again,” he whispers between kisses. “You’re mine now, Red. Mine.”

Elliot starts moving, rolling his hips with impressive restraint. It feels amazing. But I need more. I need?—

“More.” The word falls off my lips in a breathy plea.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He gazes down at me with icy reverence.

“You won’t. Don’t hold back.” I frame his face with my hands, brushing my lips over his.

“I’m not made of glass, Elliot. I won’t shatter. I don’t want you to hold back with me.”

I want him.

All of him.

Every savage, vicious part.

“Fuck… Okay.” One of his hands slides down my body to grab my leg and hitch it around his waist. He pulls out slowly and rocks forward without warning, stretching me.

The new fit is deeper. Closer… More.

“Okay?” he asks, and I nod, pressing my lips together, trying to focus on every sensation rushing through me.

“You… You feel perfect.”

Something flashes in his expression. A rare glimpse of emotion that tightens the invisible thread between us.

Connecting us.

He grabs my hand, threading our fingers together and pressing them into the pillow beside my head as he ups the pace. Making everything inside me go tight and loose all at the same time.

It’s too much and still not nearly enough.

“Elliot,” I cry, lifting my hips, chasing the end of the coil deep inside of me.

Waiting for it to snap.

“I could stay buried inside you for days,” he traces his lips over my jaw and down the column of my throat, licking and nipping the skin there.

I clutch the back of his head, demanding more.

Needing more.

His throaty chuckle vibrates against my pulse point, sending shivers through me.

But it’s when he grazes his teeth at the juncture of my throat and bites down, hard, that I shatter, the final restraints on that coil snapping.

“Oh God… God, God,” I whimper, a wave of intense pleasure crashing over me.

“My girl likes a little pain, doesn’t she?” He licks at the bite mark, lifting his head enough that I catch the slight tinge of blood on his lips.

“You marked me.”

“You loved it.” He smirks.

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