Page 106 of Brutal Savage

He hungrily peers down at me with a proud smirk as he eases a finger inside me, causing my eyes to roll back. “That’s it, baby. Let me touch you.”

Then he’s thrusting inside me, deeper and deeper, yet slow enough for me to feel everything.

“I love how wet you get for me, little serpent. I can’t wait to watch you lose yourself when I’m inside you.”

Those words, they send a pulse throbbing to my achy center.

On instinct, my hand wraps around his thick length, and I feel something through his trousers…

“Are those…” My eyes expand.

“If you’re wondering if I’m pierced, yes, I am.” He chuckles huskily. “And I’m gonna enjoy watching you take each one.”

“Oh, God…”

His fingers slide in and out in a hurried rhythm, while his other palm snaps around my throat, squeezing until every bit of air I take is with his permission.

“You drive me crazy, Elara. So fucking insane,” he growls against my ear, and I combust into flames.

His grunts, the way he thrusts into me, the feeling he gives me when he owns me and controls my body the way only he can…I can’t get enough of it.

That hand wrapped around my throat only intensifies it all.

“I want to flip you over and fuck you up against this wall. But I won’t.” The pads of his fingers squeeze deeper into my neck. “Not until you ask for it.”

“And what if I never do?” I’m barely able to get the words out.

His chuckle is rough, coated with his own arousal. “Oh, you will, babe. And I can’t wait for that day.”

When his thumb plays with my clit, the pleasure becomes too strong, and I’m unable to stop myself from moaning, the air filling with my desire.

I can register Rogue talking to one of the guards right outside the door, can hear Ruby saying something to Brody in the kitchen. Anyone could walk in and find us like this.

Except I can’t stop myself, my groans dripping in ecstasy. He eases his fingers out, then back in halfway, edging me in the most torturous way.

When the sounds I make start getting louder, he clasps a palm around my mouth and smirks.

“When we’re in our bedroom, I’ll let you scream my name as loud as you want, but right now, be a good girl and keep quiet.”

With his gaze aligned with mine, he pistons inside me, hard and deep, until I’m shaking and whimpering, biting his palm to stop myself from screaming his name.

He doesn’t stop, keeping me prisoner against the door as he shatters me to pieces, my unending release washing over me until it ebbs and flows to a steadier rhythm.

My exhales scatter in waves as he slides out of me, filling my mouth with his fingers, forcing me to suck them as he watches with intensity.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he grits, his own desire evident in his tone.

He removes his fingers and I can’t seem to catch my breath.

Dragging my dress down, he takes my hand in his, bringing the top of it to his lips. “Come on, take your shoes off and relax for a bit before my family arrives and drives you insane.”

I let out a weak laugh, still dizzy from that orgasm. “I have to call my grandma and tell her the delightful news. I haven’t told her yet.”

“I think she’ll be happy. Oh, and I already called her earlier and invited her over.” He looks smugly at me. “Unlike you, she actually likes me.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of.” Then it hits me. “Wait, did you tell her we were married?”

“Nah.” He shakes his head. “I figured I’d leave that to you.”

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