Page 113 of Brutal Savage

So beautiful.

My pulse grows wild.

How the hell do I stop myself from catching feelings when all I want to do is hold her?

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She clears her throat and nervously moves a piece of her loose hair behind her ear, shifting her gaze down for a moment.

“No reason.” I shuffle toward the bed, foregoing my t-shirt, and fling the comforter over for her to enter first.

As she does, her shirt rides up her thighs, almost revealing her ass, and I let out an unintentional groan.

Her breath hitches, and she glances at me over her shoulder, biting her lip.

“If you’re gonna keep looking at me like that, then ask me to fuck you.”

My nostrils flare as she gets on top of the mattress and moves all the way to the edge, like she wants to get as far away from me as possible. Not because she’s scared or repulsed, but because she feels the lust growing between us.

She sits up, gripping the comforter against her chest, her cheeks flushed. Her sweet cunt is probably already wet and begging me to taste it.

I crawl into the bed, wrapping my arm around the small of her back until her front meets mine. And I know she can feel how hard I am. I don’t give a shit if she knows what she does to me. I want her to.

“Tynan…” Her breathing turns shallow, fingernails clawing my shoulders.

“I can give you what we both need, wife.” I grab her jaw, leaning in until I feel her hot gasps. “I know you want me as much as I want you. You just hate to admit it.”

I sink my hand into her hair, wrapping her strands around my wrist. Her chest rises, eyes searching my gaze, and my cock throbs to be inside her.

“Stubborn fucking woman.” I drop my mouth even nearer, until it’s just brushing hers, until every last restraint untethers and I crash her lips to mine.

Her soft feminine sounds vibrate through me until I feel them in my balls. My tongue invades between her parted lips as I suck hers into my mouth, desperately needing every inch of her.

I slide on top of her, pinning her to the bed with my weight, grinding my hips between her thighs. Our kiss turns deeper and eager, her hands everywhere, clawing into my flesh.

Want to lay claim to every cell on her body.

Want her to know she’s mine.

What the hell is happening to me?

Her nails rake up my back, her shirt rising as the crown of my erection rubs against her clit. Fucking hell, I don’t know how much more I can take before I own every gorgeous inch of her.

The way she’s soaked for me, the way she’s kissing me back…

Never felt a thing like this.

Never will.

Never want to with anyone else.

I know that to be true, no matter how much I want to deny it. It’s like the walls are closing in and I can’t do a thing to stop them.

I’m crazy about her. I was the moment I saw her and began to follow her. I was fooling myself into believing otherwise.

My hand slides between us, two fingers stroking her clit. Those eyes connect with mine, brows drawn in pleasure, back bowing, legs trembling. There’s never been a sight more beautiful.

“Please,” she begs, writhing in pleasure.

“Please who?”

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