Page 106 of Ruthless Savage

“Okay, the bath is—” The words instantly die in his throat.

He’s definitely not laughing. The hooded perusal of his gaze has my entire body convulsing.

I don’t even use my hands to hide myself, wanting exactly this: his tongue raking over his lips, his eyes hungry for me.

“Jesus Christ, baby…” His low, gravelly voice greets me. “You’re beautiful.”

He stalks closer, and everything in me grows tight and needy.

“What are you saying to me right now?” His fingers trace down my sternum, and my nipples pebble in their wake.

“That I’m yours. You can do whatever you want with me.”

He stares up at the heavens and mutters, “A Thiarna dean tròcaire orm.”

I don’t know what he said, but it sounded like he was pleading.

And this time, when he gazes at me, something shifts in his eyes, unspoken intensity within them. “Anything I want?”

I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat.

A delicious smirk crawls up to his mouth.

He reaches for my breasts, ripping off each covering, pinching my nipple and pulling it enough to send a zap into my core.

“Oh, God…” I throw my head back.

“You like that.”

“Yes… I can feel it there.”

“Where, love?”

He does the same thing to my other nipple, and I moan and pinch my thighs together, shameless throbbing there, needing him to take it away.

“Come on, don’t be shy…” He kneads my breast, tugging my chin up to meet his height. “Tell me where you feel it when I do this…”

He pulls harder, and I swear I’ll collapse.

“I wanna hear you say it. I wanna hear my innocent girl tell me all the dirty things she likes. Say it, Eriu.”

Before I can utter a single word, his lips wrap around my beaded flesh, sucking and biting lightly as my hands sink into his hair, whimpering with need.

He pops a nipple out of his mouth and heatedly gazes up, and I know he’s waiting for me to say it.

“My…my pussy. I feel it there every time you do that.”

“Good girl,” he growls, sucking on my other breast before he lifts me in the air, my legs wrapping around his hips.

He carries me to the island and places me on top of it, staring intently as he grabs behind my knees and spreads me open,

Placing the backs of my calves over his shoulders, he husks, “I can’t wait to get a taste of this.”

A finger lazily slides between my wetness, brushing over my clit.

My body bucks, hips arching. “Yes!”

His deep rumbling laughter makes it harder to breathe.

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