Page 109 of Ruthless Savage

“Please, please touch me…” I whimper, needing him badly.

“You begging like that…feck.”

He fists my hair tighter, dragging my head back until it’s against his chest, those sapphire irises locking with mine.

Two fingers stroke my clit from both sides, and I lose all ability to speak. The sensations make my head spin, my body buck.

“Yes, yes, oh God!”

His fingers hasten, my moans escaping in gasping successions.

“Devlin…pleaseplease…I need to come so badly!”

He growls low against my ear. “Told you not to say my name like that.”

And in an instant, fingers ram inside me so deep, I think he’s reached the very depth of me.

“Oh, God!” I scream, my body spasming like it’s trying to escape this feeling, yet wanting it all at the same time.

“You’re gonna take it,” he groans. “And you’re gonna come. Then I’m gonna slam you on my cock until you come again. Until I tell you to stop.”

He’s saying words, but my mind isn’t fully grasping that he’s talking to me like that. It’s all surreal, and before I know it, I’m screaming his name.

“Devlin! Yesyesyes!”

Every nerve ending in my body is crying out in mind-bending pleasure.

With a quick move, he flips me on top of him, throwing my legs on either side of him and smashing his lips to mine.

He kisses me like he’s been possessed by the devil himself, and I’ve never wanted to go to hell as much as I do right now. I’d welcome the fire and burn at the stake just to have this man kiss me and fuck me the way he just did.

He clasps my nape, deepening our connection, gripping my hair beneath his fingers.

This passion, it’s unbending, untethered by reality and rules and family alliances.

Right here, right now, we’re just Eriu and Devlin, wanting and breathing in one another, as though our souls have forever been one.

The head of his erection nudges into my entrance, and he grunts, snapping my head back. “I’m not capable of being gentle right now. So this is your only chance to say no.”

“Not in your dreams, McHale.” I rock myself against his thick erection, wanting the pain and pleasure, wanting it all.

“I should’ve gotten a condom, mo stoirín.”

“I’m on the pill. And those words, tell me what it means. Please.”

A smile plays on his lips, his knuckles softly brushing down my face. “It means my little darling. ’Cause that’s what you are.”

Tears prickle my eyes, my heart aching not from sadness, but from pure joy.

He drags my face closer, pinning my forehead to his, and with his other hand, he guides himself to my entrance. “This is gonna hurt.”

“Then make it hurt.”

Without waiting another moment, he thrusts inside me with one quick move and swallows my scream with a brutal kiss.

Raw pain ignites, and I whimper, needing the pleasure to return.

“Shite.” He pushes himself back, concern stitching up his eyes. “I’m sorry, love. I got carried away.”

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