Page 116 of Brutal Savage

This is heaven. I’d take a bullet right now and die happy if this is the last thing I feel. The last sight I see.

She continues to thrash and moan, continues to sound like a piece of heaven wrapped in the form of my wife.

My wife.

Those two words…I never needed them. Never wanted them. Now…

I’m not sure of anything anymore.

She consumes me. And that no longer scares me the way it once did.

Her body quivers when I press my cock against her clit before slowing and forcing the tip into her entrance again.

Her bottom lip trembles, her gasps louder until…

“What are you—” Her eyes pop open, words caught in her throat, gaze wandering down to where my body meets hers.

She rises on her elbows, but makes no attempt to shove me away.

All good signs.

And I can’t help my wicked smirk.

“I was enjoying you while you were asleep, calling my name while you dreamed of…” I groan, stroking her clit, and her eyes roll back. “What exactly were you dreaming about, mo chuisle?”

“I—”

“Was it this?” I line the crown of my erection against her entrance, rubbing it there as she cries out. “Did you dream of my cock inside you, stretching this perfect pink pussy?”

“Tynan… Please, this isn’t fair.”

She gasps when I thrust into her just a little more.

“Never pretended to be a fair man, Elara.”

She grabs my wrist, trying to pull me deeper.

“Fucking hell, what are you doing to me?”

“What do you mean?” Her eyes snap to mine, chest heaving, nipples beaded and begging for my tongue.

“What do I mean?” I lower my body on top of hers, grabbing her jaw in a tight grasp, my mouth hovering above hers. “I mean I can’t get you out of my head. I can’t sleep or eat or breathe without you on my mind, without needing the taste of you on my tongue and your voice in my head. You’re always there, Elara. You’re all I think about. Tell me how to stop it.”

I force the head of my cock inside, and she tightens around me like a vise.

“Tell me how to end this torture once and for all.” My mouth brushes against hers.

“Tynan…” Her needy voice only continues to set me off.

“It was never supposed to be like this, not for me.”

“Please…”

“Ask your husband for his cock. I want you begging.”

“It—it won’t mean anything…” The spark in her eyes returns, my little serpent making an appearance.

“Ask me anyway.”

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