Page 173 of Brutal Savage

He cradles my cheek, his face contorted with his emotions. “Never. I swear on my mother. I would never cheat on you.”

I let out a small snivel, and he takes that moment to kiss me again, slower, like he’s savoring the taste and feeling of me.

He gathers me into his arms, looking into my eyes as he takes us up the stairs.

That’s what I need right now, to feel connected to him that way.

Once we reach our bedroom, he lays me on the mattress, stripping off his pants and boxers until his skin is as bare as mine.

His eyes take me in from above, breaths heavy. And as he longingly stares down at me, I can’t handle the overflowing feelings it brings out.

He crawls over me, and the heaviness of his body on top of mine makes me more aroused.

“You’re all I want,” he rasps, sliding a hand between us, his fingers nudging inside me, until he’s thrusting them with ease.

I buck every time his palm presses against my clit. The sensation is incredible. He thrusts deeper, making me moan and gyrate my hips into the mattress, my eyes on his.

“Please, Tynan…I need you. Just you, nothing else.”

“Need you too,” he growls low, removing his fingers and replacing them with the crown of his cock.

His gaze aligns with mine while he keeps himself there at my entrance. Those eyes of his soften, and the look he gives…it’s as though he’s crawling into the very depths of my soul and asking to stay.

And I’d let him.

“Just sex, right?” he whispers, brushing his lips with mine.

No. My heart beats faster. It doesn’t feel that way.

“Yes.” I grab the back of his head. “Just sex.”

And with his gaze still on mine, he enters me with one single thrust.

“Fuuuck…” he grunts, while I’m gasping in pleasure.

His mouth hovers just above my lips, his breath warm and intoxicating, and all I want is to feel his mouth on me.

“You feel too good, mo chuisle.”

Then he’s kissing me, smashing his mouth to mine, driving his full length all the way out and then thrusting back in, sending my body and my heart into a wild crescendo.

We quickly turn into a twisted mess of legs and arms, our moans and the sound of skin on skin filling the space around us. He snaps my head to the side, deepening our kiss, wanting it to last just as much as I do. I’d give anything to be like this forever.

To be his forever.

And that thought? It no longer terrifies me, and that’s terrifying on its own.

But with Tynan, it feels as though every part of me is finally alive. Wanting to feel something real for the first time. It’s like I’ve been asleep all this time and Tynan woke me up.

His hips move with intention, yet slow and unhurried at the same time. Like quiet waves of an ocean, powerful and deep.

Our gazes lock, and that only heightens every sensation.

Every breath.

Every growl.

Every touch of his skin on mine.

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