Page 114 of Brutal Savage

I want to hear her say it. I want her to know who she belongs to.

“Tell me who I am.” I push my fingers inside her, stretching her, wanting her until the need for her taste consumes me. “Say it and I’ll let you come.”

I piston deeper until she’s a shaky mess, needing the release as badly as I do.

“H-husband…you’re my husband.”

“Yes…” I hiss, thrusting deeper, wishing it was my cock instead. “That’s right. I’m your husband, and this is mine.”

My thumb rolls over her clit as I fuck her with my fingers, her sweet pussy sucking me in deeper until she’s screaming my name.

And this time I let her.

I capture her mouth, kissing her like this is the last day I’ll ever get to have her. The air in my lungs fills with the taste and smell of this woman.

My wife.

My possession.

Absolutely maddening, that’s what she is.

Maneuvering myself lower, I grab under her knees and bend her legs toward her stomach and her eyes grow wild.

“What are you—oh, God…” Her voice is lost to her pleasure, body twitching when my tongue takes a swipe over her clit before nudging inside her.

“Again…”

Her body bows, hands fisting the sheets while I hold her thighs flat on each side.

“You’re gonna come again for me.” I roll an index finger through her wetness. “So pretty and pink.”

She bucks when I suck her clit into my mouth, growling with the need seeping through my veins.

She’s mine.

Will always be mine.

This is forever.

“Tynan! I’m gonna come.”

My groans roar through my chest, and the more she fights my hold on her, the harder I clasp her thighs apart, until a scream dies in her throat and her body jolts.

Jerking and crying out, she gives it to me, her nails scraping and digging into my scalp as she continues to come, forcing my mouth deeper into her pussy.

I let out a small chuckle, working her with my tongue until she whimpers and her body stops convulsing.

“So sexy…” I pepper kisses up her thigh, to the underside of her knee, my mouth tracing up to her scar, kissing every centimeter before I go higher.

My hand yanks up the shirt, exposing her breasts, needing to taste them too.

“Take it off,” my rough voice demands as I slide over to her side.

Breathlessly, she obeys, haphazardly trying to shove it off her head, and I help her the rest of the way.

“Much better…” My gaze drinks in her wild curves, not believing that this woman is all mine. My index finger traces her sternum until she shivers. “My wife likes when I taste her, doesn’t she?”

My fingertip rolls around her clit, and she pants, trying to push me off.

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