Page 140 of Ruthless Savage

His tongue traces his bottom lip before he bites it.

My God. I’ve never seen Devlin look at me this way.

“Drop your arms and show me.”

I don’t hesitate, doing what he’s commanding. Loving the way he does.

When he sees my breasts, he hisses. “Feck.”

Then he’s on me, pushing my body flat on the bed, mouth hungrily capturing mine with a growl. His palm finds my hair, fisting tight as he kisses me hard, his fingers lowering between us as he thrusts them inside me.

“Come for me, lass,” he grunts against my ear.

My walls squeeze and my body jolts before his mouth is on me again, wringing every bit of pleasure from my willing body.

He captures my moans as I come, wet and willing to be his anything. His lips sink around my jaw, kissing and biting his way down my throat before he takes a beaded tip into his mouth and sucks. His free hand drags my dress down until it’s lost to the floor, our bodies bare, our skin and flesh molded as one.

He takes my other nipple and does the same.

Before I realize what he’s doing, he’s on his feet, grabbing a candle from the dresser.

He looms above me, the light bathing his body in a warm glow. “Do you trust me?”

I nod.

“Good girl.”

He flips the candle over a little, spilling the hot wax over my tight nipple, then the other, as I cry out from the instant burn. But something in it feels good too. He drags the candle in the air, stopping above my core. When I arch up, he spills the liquid onto me there.

“Oh, God!” My body bows off the bed while the wax cools against my clit. “This is so good.”

He chuckles, removing the wax from me, then blowing the candle out and placing it on the nightstand. His heavy body lowers onto mine and he cups my face, his eyes tender.

“I love you,” he vows as he positions his cock against my opening. “I promise to never stop.”

He slowly pierces my entrance, robbing me of all breaths. His erection surges inch by inch, his thrusting deeper, and I groan, needing more of him.

I can’t take this torture. “Please, fuck me.”

His eyes narrow and his teeth snap, and with a quick jerk, he pummels inside me until I’m full of every thick inch of him.

“Yes, that’s it…” He peppers kisses down my throat. “You take me so good, mo stoirín.”

He throws one leg over his shoulder, ramming harder, slanting back to look at me.

The new position is intense, and I gasp on a string of moans, staring at my husband, feeling all these different emotions at once.

But most of all, I feel grateful to have him. Because I know how fleeting moments like these are, especially for people like us.

CHAPTER 33

ERIU

The next morning, I stretch away, feeling a little different, even though I’m still the same woman I was before. But I’m married now, and that somehow changes everything.

The space beside me is empty, but the aroma of eggs and coffee fills the room. I quickly sit up and head for the dresser, grabbing one of his t-shirts to slip into.

Picking up my cell from the nightstand, I stare out the window, admiring the view of Central Park. Trees lining the street. Benches with people on them. Two runners pass a large German shepherd, his owner petting its head.

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