Page 79 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

Pushing up, I slide one hand behind her back and almost effortlessly undo her bra before tugging it free from her body, exposing her incredible tits for me.

Leaning forward, I suck one into my mouth and then the other before kissing a trail down her stomach, tracing the lines of her scars with my tongue, worshipping them and the strength they show before curling my fingers around her knickers and dragging them down her thighs.

“Mine,” I muse, reaching out and trailing a single finger through her folds. “All fucking mine.”

Then I drop to my front and suck her clit into my mouth, eliciting a scream from my girl before I soothe at the sting with my tongue.

I work her hard and fast, building her higher and higher, but before she falls, I pull away and sit up.

She writhes on the bed, her eyes closed, her lips parted and her skin flushed with desire.

It’s so fucking hot I can barely stand it.

Sliding my hand beneath the pillow, I find the stash of condoms I hide under here earlier and pull one free.

When I sit back, I find that she’s watching me with wide, terrified eyes.

“Trust me, Red. I won’t hurt you, I fucking promise.”

She smirks, silently letting me know that she’d probably be okay with it if I did.

My girl gets off on a little pain just as much as I do, after all.

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ABIGAIL

My entire body trembles as Elliot lowers himself over me, sinking between my thighs like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

I’m nervous but I’m not scared.

Tonight has been perfect—so perfect, it’s hard to believe it’s real.

But his words are branded on my mind, his possessive touch branded on my skin.

I’m powerless to stop this.

I don’t want to.

Not even a little bit.

Even though I know that things are complicated, even though I know Johnathon and Scott Eaton will never accept me, I can’t walk away.

I love Elliot.

I am desperately, hopelessly in love with him.

I have been for a while.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he rasps as he notches himself against my entrance. My breath catches as he pushes inside. Slowly. Torturously.

“Elliot,” I breathe, staring up at him with sheer emotion.

“I love you, Abigail.” His voice cracks. His strong, powerful body trembling above me.

He leans down, touching his head to mine as he thrusts into me, breaking through the final barrier of my innocence. “Mine.”

The word ghosts my lips and then he kisses me; deep, drugging kisses that blur the edges of pain into something more.

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