Page 84 of Savage Reckoning

Intense? That barely describes it. I’ve never felt anything quite like this. It’s as though every nerve-ending in my body is alive suddenly, tuned in, focussed on that tiny scrap of sensuality between my thighs. I’m quivering, thrusting upwards, lost in a chaotic welter of pure sensation.

“Gabe,” I let out a cry, not pain, but not entirely pleasure either, reaching for him.

He laces my fingers through his, both hands, and leans over me, watching me unravel.

When I go still, utterly spent, he lowers his forehead to rest on mine. “You’re a beautiful woman, Megan Alexander. Did I tell you that already?”

“I… I think so. You may have.” To be honest, if he asked me my own name right now, the only reason I’d be able to answer is because he just said it.

“I should have told you, and I mean to carry on telling you.”

I love you. I open my eyes, lose myself in the storm-grey of his. It’s there, on the tip of my tongue, aching to be said.

Different words emerge. “I want you. Now.”

Not quite the same, but good enough.

He smiles. “You have me. I’m here.”

“Inside me,” I clarify. “I want you to fuck me. I need you…”

He’s still fully dressed, hardly a stitch out of place. How does he manage that at the same time reducing me to a quivering wreck? He kneels up to unfasten his jeans, and his solid cock springs free. I reach for it, but he gives a quick shake of his head.

“Don’t move.”

Let my hand fall onto the mattress and watch as he unrolls a condom over his length. Then, he twirls his finger in the air, a signal for me to get back on all fours.

I like it this way, so I’m quick to comply.

He parts my buttocks and nestles his cock in the valley between. The tip of his finger toys with my asshole. The sensation is new but not entirely unwelcome. I settle in for the ride, only to gasp when he inserts something solid, gently but firmly filling that most private place.

“What…? Oh!”

It’s the buzzing toy again, and it’s humming merrily inside my arse. The sensation is barely describable—wicked, forbidden, exquisitely sensual. I grasp at the bedding, my fingers raking the sheets like talons.

Slowly, with aching deliberation, he drives the head of his cock into my pussy. Just an inch at first, then another, and another, withdrawing each time then pushing harder, deeper. Little by little he fills and stretches me. The throbbing in my arse becomes more intense, reaching right to my very core. By the time he’s fully inside me, I’m hovering on the edge of a precipice, poised, ready to drop into the abyss with cries of ‘Geronino!’

With infinite skill and patience, not to mention forbearance on his part, he keeps me there. Long moments trickle by. I’m almost sobbing with desperation by the time he reaches around and under me to flick the tip of my clit.

I’m gone. I let out a scream they can probably hear at the castle. I’m shaking, convulsing violently. Wave after wave of pleasure swamps every other sense as the dam breaks and sensation washes over me. My pussy clamps down around him, hugging him inside me and milking every last drop of ecstasy from this orgasm to end all orgasms.

After, I collapse like a rag doll. It’s to be hoped Sokolov doesn’t choose this moment to attack because I’d never regain control of my limbs in time to make a run for it. The toy is gone, dumped in the bathroom, and Gabe is lounging in a chair beside the window, still with barely a hair out of place.

Sokolov isn’t marching over the horizon. Everything is calm, for now. I take a few more minutes to collect my senses, then shove myself up into a sitting position. I open my mouth to speak, but find I have no words sufficient. ‘Splendid’ might go some way towards it. ‘Exceptional’, perhaps.

I settle on, “Fuck. What was that about?”

“That was about me asking you to come back to the US with me.”

I do a double-take. “What? You know I can’t.”

“I love you. I need you in my life.”

“My life is here.”

“It could be wherever you choose to make it.”

“My career, then. Medicine.”

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