Page 100 of Ruthless Savage

Before I can think about whether he’ll even fit, he thrusts inside me in one hard move. I let out a scream, biting into his shoulder, my body shaking from the feeling of pain and pleasure twining into one.

“You okay?” Concern lines his face, and I cup his cheek and nod.

“Keep going and don’t stop.”

“Are you sure?”

He sinks in deeper, and I feel myself stretch to accommodate his width.

“So good…” I stifle a moan. “Please…”

My fingernails rake his back; I need this man everywhere. He circles his hips, staring hungrily at my mouth before he slips out of me and slams back in.

Hard.

It still hurts, but it’s less now, the feeling of pleasure overtaking me.

“More,” I whimper.

He refuses to take his eyes off me, something carnal and possessive within them.

“I’m goin’ straight to hell for this,” he mutters, arousal coating his tone.

“Then take me with you.”

With a deep-chested growl, he captures my mouth with his, kissing me with maddening passion, his body and mine as one as he pistons into me until every nerve ending I possess fires off.

I didn’t think it was possible to ever feel this full, this wanted.

“So bloody tight,” he rumbles, fingers fisting my hair as he pumps into me even faster, and I no longer much care about the pain.

His palm wraps around the side of my neck, thumb tipping up the underside of my jaw to kiss me deeper. His warm tongue sinks inside me, dancing with mine. I don’t know if I’m even doing this right, but I don’t seem to care, lost in the moment.

Lost in us.

His promise of being gentle is long gone as his hips pound into me, the sound of skin against skin echoing, his grunting desperate and masculine.

“You feel like bloody heaven,” he rasps against my throat, kissing me there, my own cries of pleasure escaping past my lips.

This pulsating feeling grows inside my body, my limbs tingling, my core filling with a sensation I can’t name. I’ve never felt anything like this. And I already can’t wait to have more of it. More of him.

I moan against his mouth, no longer caring that a crowd of people is watching, that the man who made us do this is seeing me this way. That Karen is. That Adam is. It no longer matters at all.

He rams inside me, biting my lower lip, lips scorching down my chin before he takes my mouth again.

His thrusting increases and my moans are electrified, and he devours each one.

He wrenches back an inch, his lips drifting over my jaw. “I can feel you about to come, love. I can’t wait to watch you give me what I’ve been dying for.”

“Oh, God,” I cry out, my back bowing, this feeling of something within me about to burst becoming stronger.

It’s the same feeling I felt when he fingered me.

“Pleasepleaseplease…” I plead, not recognizing my own voice.

“You sound good beggin’ for it. And I could listen to you beggin’ for my cock all bloody night. But now I need you to come. Think you can do that for me, sweetheart?”

His finger returns to my clit, and he plays me so well, like he knows every inch of me. My body, my heart, my soul…all his, forever.

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