Page 139 of Ruthless Savage

“Do you know what that accent does to me?” I admit something I’ve been dying to for a long time.

He laughs all low and seductive. “No, so how about you tell me all about it?” He pushes me down onto the kitchen counter and spreads my thighs wide open. “After I’ve had my fill of you.”

“Oh my God,” I cry out as he lowers his mouth to my core and sucks my clit into it through my panties.

My fingers slide into his thick, long hair, pulling hard as he trails love bites down my inner thigh. My body is ready to combust from the sheer effect this man has on me. I’ve never felt so alive, so needy. I rise on my elbows so I can watch him, the visual making me even more turned on.

With his thumbs, he lowers my panties, locking his eyes with mine as he tugs them to my lower thighs, then flattens his tongue around my pussy.

“Devlin!” I gasp, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

I’m still sensitive from what he did to me in the car, but it seems like that wasn’t enough.

“Please, please,” I beg, and that causes him to groan around me like a madman.

My body jerks, my legs closing around his head. But his palms snap around the insides of my thighs, and he forces them apart, slapping them on the counter.

He adds two fingers into me, and I can feel them curl inside while his mouth does sinful things.

This is too good. I can’t believe I’ve been missing out all this time. But Devlin has been the one for me, and this has been worth waiting for.

He pistons faster, his tongue rolling against my clit. My body falls back, unable to keep myself up anymore. And with his next thrust, I shatter, his name on my lips as I do.

“Devlin! Oh, God!”

He sucks me into his mouth, coaxing every drop from me, before he slows and looks up at me with the cockiest smirk on his face. “Was that just nice too?”

My lips tremble, but no words come out.

He chuckles, scooping me up into his arms bridal-style.

Every inch of me is satiated, and being in his arms… I could die happy.

He kisses my forehead as I stare at him with hurried breaths.

“I’m not through with you yet,” he husks as he carries me to our bedroom where more candles flicker from every corner.

He places me gently on the bed, then starts removing his tuxedo jacket, eyes boring into mine.

Devlin stripping in front of me is quickly becoming one of my favorite things.

He starts on the buttons of his cuffs, and that familiar build of desire dances across my flesh.

“You like what you see, wife?” His fingers go to the buttons of his dress shirt as he starts to undo them.

“Yes…very much.”

My heart thuds faster in my chest as he drags the shirt off before tossing it on the floor, his large hands reaching for his belt, undoing it slowly.

He drags the zipper down, the sound echoing before he completely pulls his pants and boxers off. My hand runs down my abdomen as I grow intoxicated, unable to stop these shivers coasting down my body from the sight of him.

“Take off that dress.” He grabs his erection and strokes. “And strip for me.”

My face grows warm but I slowly rise to my knees, my hand tugging at the side zipper as I start to pull it down, going slow as he continues to touch himself.

“Slip off the straps,” he rasps, and the pulsing in my core swells.

I swallow down my nerves, grabbing one strap and pulling it lower, then the other, slipping my arms out of them, holding the dress against my breasts.

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