Page 122 of Ruthless Savage

He flips me back, and my legs wrap around his hips as he takes my mouth, kissing me with a passion so intense, I don’t know where I end and he begins.

Fingertips run up my spine, sinking into my hair like it’s his favorite spot.

Roughly, he yanks me back. “We’re supposed to be talking.”

“We are talking.” My teeth sink around my lower lip.

“Oh, hell. Don’t bite your lip like that.”

“Why not?” I hike a sassy brow.

“Because I’m gonna end up feckin’ you before we have a chance to do more talking, and believe me, you’re gonna like what I have to say.”

“I bet I will…” I kiss along his jaw, his erection rubbing up against my center deliciously.

And a thought hits me…

Maybe I can give him what he gave me. Maybe he can teach me.

Hesitantly, I reach down, my pulse slamming in my ears as I curl a hand around his cock.

“Jesus Christ, baby…” He throws his head back and shuts his eyes. “What are you doing?”

My cheeks warm. “I want to learn how to do what you did to me.”

His eyes bug out. I swear I have never seen them this way.

“Are you serious?” The disbelief in his tone is comical, and I stifle a laugh.

“Yes.” Of course I’m nervous that I’m gonna somehow do it all wrong, but I wanna try. “Unless you think I’ll be terrible at it. Which, in that case, maybe I shouldn’t because, I mean, I wouldn’t wanna embarrass myself and I?—”

His jaw grits as he peers at me, his voice raspy as he says, “It’d be my honor to feck your pretty mouth, Ms. Quinn.”

I’m not quite sure what just happened, but I think my heart may have stopped beating.

Nope, definitely did.

“Go on, then.” He tucks my chin between two fingers. “Get on your knees and undo my belt.”

I pant, my stomach tightening as he lowers me to the floor, and there’s a fifty percent chance I may collapse.

Before I can change my mind, I drop to my knees and look up at him, my nerve endings pulsating with desire and uncertainty.

His intense gaze meets my uneasy one, and I look straight instead, my jittery hands tugging his belt as I start to undo it. His breathing is heavy while the clasping sound of metal echoes through the room, inflating my already frazzled nerves.

“Look at me when you do that,” he commands, capturing my hair and jerking my head back to meet his fiery stare—equal parts affection, desire, and dominance.

My God, I’ll do anything he wants right now.

“That’s it. Good girl. Keep going,” he praises as the belt comes undone, the zipper sliding down.

With both hands, I grab his pants and boxers, dragging them down slowly, our eyes locked until his cock juts out, thick, hard, the veins practically ripping from within.

I can’t believe that thing was actually inside me.

He must notice the feral attention I give it, because he chuckles. “Shall I remind you how well your pussy took me? Now let’s see what your mouth can do.”

Oh God, dirty-talking Devlin is even hotter than the broody one.

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