Page 131 of Brutal Savage

I piston into her, propelling her body further up on the bed. Slipping out, I circle her wetness around her clit with the crown of my erection.

“Who do you belong to?”

Her mouth quivers, legs trembling.

I spank her ass hard. “I asked you a question.”

“I belong to you,” she cries.

“Good girl. Now say that with my cock inside you.”

And I ram all the way back in, over and over until she can’t catch her breath.

“Yes, yes, yours. Tynan…please!”

A smirk flits through my mouth. “I’m gonna fuck you senseless all night long. Wanna see how many times I can make you scream for me.”

Then I keep my promise, taking her deeper, faster, her hair in my fist as I release all of my pent-up need. All the reasons why I shouldn’t be falling for my own wife.

“How dare you make me want you this badly?” I groan, rolling her long hair around my wrist, bending her head backward. “You make me fucking desperate.”

My voice is pained, my pulse battering, and my heart… It’s never felt anything like this before. Now I don’t know how I’m supposed to live without it.

Without her.

She’s embedded herself into my bloodstream, and now I’d die for her. Live for her. I’m hers to command. She holds the power, and she doesn’t even know it.

“Tynan!” she screams as she squirts all over the bed.

“Hottest damn thing, every time,” I grit, unable to stop myself from continuing to fuck her. “You’re gonna do that again.”

She squirms, trying to fight it, but I drop my body over hers and take her harder, keeping her hair locked in my palm.

“I want you sore tomorrow. Want you unable to walk for days.”

“Don’t stop! Just keep fucking me!”

Her arousal twines in that shaky voice, and I know this time she’s only going to come harder. I slip a hand under her and find her clit, rubbing it in hurried circles, making her scream my name until the walls shatter.

Until my own hollow heart fills with all things Elara.

My hips pound against her, and the sound of skin on skin, her gasping moans echoing…it makes this all even better. Her release shatters through her limbs, and I savor every moment, never wanting it to end.

When it’s over, she’s finally still, turning over while I’m still on top of her.

She feathers her fingers across my jaw, her eyes fixed to mine, slowly drinking me in.

Until I start to unravel.

“You’re beautiful,” she tells me.

And as I draw in a breath, holding it in my unsteady lungs, I realize right here, in this moment, that I’m starting to fall for my wife.

And there’s not a goddamn thing I can do about it.

I may have stormed into her life, but Elara Hill? She stormed into my heart, and now I’m left with the aftermath.

CHAPTER 28

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