Page 117 of Brutal Savage

Her eyes soften, her walls just starting to stretch to accommodate my thick size.

“I want to feel you,” she cries. “Want to feel those piercings inside me.”

“Shit.” I capture her lips, kissing her roughly, her fingernails clawing up my back.

I want her to feel them too, want to feel all nine of those barbells sink inside her.

Drawing back a fraction away, I stare down at her with a maddening obsession. “I need you to know that you’re mine. You’ll always be mine, no matter how hard you fight it. I own you, Elara Quinn, and it’s time I remind you of that.”

Growling, I thrust an inch until she feels the cold sensation of the first piercing against her.

“Oh, God!” Her nails dig in deeper, and I savor the pain.

“Count them as they go inside you.” I wrap my palm around my hard-on and start to push the first one in.

Her eyes grow, mouth wide open. “Oh…my God!”

“Count.”

“How many?” She can barely speak, and I can’t wait to watch her scream.

“Nine.”

“What?” Crystal-blue eyes stare at me in shock, and a chuckle rumbles.

“Count, Elara.”

She squeezes her eyes shut for a second, teeth nipping at her bottom lip. “One.”

“Good girl. Keep going.”

I force myself deeper, wanting to go slow so she can feel each one enter her.

“Two.”

“Mm. Look how good you take it.”

Her warm exhales escape in waves, her breaths catching in her throat. “So good.”

“Not even close to being done with you yet.”

My hips arch, and another one enters her.

“Three.” Her thighs clamp around my hips. “Four… Oh God, Tynan.”

She’s breathless and needy, desperate to be filled and fucked.

“I’ll never get the sound of you moaning my name like that out of my head.” Unable to stop myself, I thrust all the way in, not giving her a second to breathe.

Her back bows, her mouth parted, a scream dying off in her throat.

So fucking hot.

“You okay?” I seat myself inside her and stay there, needing to move so goddamn bad.

Her gaze seizes mine. “Don’t stop.”

Thank fuck.

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