Page 127 of Brutal Savage

I don’t know if they’re all watching.

I don’t care.

Because nothing else matters right now except the way he kisses me.

Like this is the only thing he ever wants to do.

The night turns more enjoyable after that. He introduces me as his wife to just about everyone who approaches us, and there have been many of them.

A song I know starts playing, and I find myself swaying a little.

He doesn’t miss it, his lips landing on the crook of my neck as he whispers, “Dance with me.”

My head whips back. “You dance?”

“I dance.” He grins, making my heart stop.

He leads me to the dance floor, people parting for us. And the way they look at him… It’s with fear.

He slides his arms around the small of my back as the music continues, our eyes locked, my breath catching as he spins me on the dance floor, pulling me in close.

His lips whisper and tease.

Just a little more and I’d feel them.

He groans as he spins me again, pulling my back to his front.

“Where did you learn how to dance like this?” I ask, my pulse beating wildly, his fingers clasping my hips.

“My mother.” He turns me to him, jaw clenched, green eyes dark and warm, like a fire burning brightly. Enticing and furious all at once.

“Where is your mother?”

“She died a long time ago.” His sad smile breaks my heart.

“Oh. I’m so sorry.” I hurt for him because I know that pain.

“Me too. I wish she’d had a chance to meet you.”

Emotions burn in my throat. “I wish I could’ve met her too.”

His gaze pierces into mine, and I can feel him deep in my soul. It’s unsettling, yet I crave it.

Glancing behind him, I find the guests staring.

“You know they’re all watching us, right?”

“Think they’ll be watching this?”

Before I can wonder, his mouth crashes into mine.

Consuming me where I stand.

This kiss is slow and filled with passion. With yearning. With unbending need.

His body presses to mine.

Heart to heart.

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