Page 11 of Savage Romance
Again, he started the sweet tease, and her desire and despair built in an equal manner.
Every bone in her body seemed to melt and her muscles coiled tighter. His tongue darted relentlessly around her entrance, up and over her clit, and back to her slit again.
She was aching and empty inside as her muscles tensed further, and she neared the elusive peak of oblivious pleasure. Teasingly, he nuzzled the inside of her thigh, seemingly not at all in a hurry. He trailed his nose over the inside of her leg toward the V of her thighs. Zoe struggled not to move. When he finally reached the top, he licked over her clit and sucked the sensitive nub into the warm wet heat of his mouth.
Oh, oh, oh.
Her entire lower half was tight and pulsing with need. She wanted to move, shouldn’t move. Her leg muscles flexed, and her stomach muscles contracted.
Without letting go of the suction on her clit, he pressed a finger inside her.
The penetration came both as a shock and a relief. She couldn’t think, couldn’t move. Every fiber in her lower half focused on his ministrations, and wetness seeped between her legs. A tremor ran through her.
He is going to make me come. A whimper of protest escaped her lips. She didn’t want to be this vulnerable with him. Do I? Then it didn’t matter what she thought or wanted. As sensation crashed over sensation, as inevitable as the incoming tide, everything inside her exploded outwards and into the silent night.
She screamed as the unstoppable pleasure crashed over her body and took over her mind, one blinding wave after another.
Chapter Eight
As was his usual, Ben woke early and without needing his alarm. What wasn’t usual was the soft body pressed against his side and the wedding band around his finger. The golden band weighed strange and heavy. But where it might have felt constricting and like a shackle, it gave him a feeling of security and belonging.
Ben stared into the receding darkness and listened to the slow breathing coming from the woman beside him.
After watching her come apart under his mouth and fingers twice, Ben had taken her roughly to their mutual pleasure. To fuck a woman bareback for the first time in his life had been amazing. How the absence of a condom could make such a difference, Ben didn’t know. Both satiated and exhausted, they’d fallen asleep as soon as Ben pulled the covers over them.
He debated waking her now—I might as well make use of this morning wood—but decided against it and resigned himself to leave her side.
Ben sighed and slipped out of the bed. His wife might find him a sex fiend if he did wake her for another bout of fucking and, besides, she was still deeply asleep. He wondered if she was dreaming about their wedding night. Had it been as good for her as for me?
After taking care of his morning wood the bachelor way—and wasn’t that ironic—Ben showered off the sweat and fragrance of sex, brushed his teeth, and returned to the bedroom. Light from the bathroom illuminated the bed enough to distinguish Zoe’s sleeping form.
He couldn’t believe the sound of the shower or the illumination from the bathroom hadn’t woken her.
Rounding the four-poster bed, Ben bent and pressed a kiss to her shoulder where the blanket had slipped. She didn’t move or make a sound, but a little line creased her otherwise smooth forehead.
Although it was still early, around eight if he guessed correctly, Ben was eager to start the day. He stroked the flat of his hand over her blanket-covered hip, knowing from last night how sensitive she was. She made a little fussing sound, which made him smile. Is she always so hard to wake or did I completely wear her out? He stroked the hair from her face and leaned in for a soft kiss.
As her eyes fluttered open, he whispered against her lips, “You’re finally awake. Good morning, beautiful.”
Groaning, she pouted, and her eyelids fluttered shut. “Go away.”
He chuckled. “Is that a way to greet your husband?”
Her eyes flew open and the consternation on her face was flat-out adorable. He kissed the tip of her nose. “Why don’t you use the bathroom, while I check on our breakfast?”
As if on cue, her stomach rumbled, and she struggled to a half-sitting position, causing the blanket to slip lower to reveal creamy breasts.
Groaning, Ben forced himself to return his gaze to her face. Breakfast first, pervert, your woman needs sustenance.
Brain heavy with sleep, Zoe watched Dennehy saunter out of the bedroom. Well, okay, she totally ogled his ass! Sue her for it or blame it on the early hour.
If she was being honest with herself, and she always tried to be, the hour didn’t really matter. Zoe had always been a heavy sleeper. She yawned and rubbed her eyes. Over her teenage years, Mikey had pranked her several times while she’d slept. Her brow creased as she climbed out of the bed—Brr—and made her way to the bathroom. Some of Mikey’s practical jokes had been plain cute, but some of them had been nasty.
Perhaps it hadn’t been his intention to harm her when he rearranged her room and she crashed into her closet when she stumbled out of bed to go to the toilet one night, but gluing shut her laptop, cutting huge chunks from her hair, and putting hot sauce on her lips had been deliberate actions.
How could I have forgotten Michael’s mean side?
She yawned again and scratched her head, wincing as her fingers encountered a tangle. Her hair probably looked like a bird’s nest after a night of deliciously rough fucking. Dennehy snuck right under her defenses with his combination of pure alpha domination and his willingness and determination to give her pleasure as well.
