Page 182 of Brutal Savage

Alas, I cannot.

His gaze narrows, mouth curling as he drops the box on the bed, the panties in his grasp. “When we met, I distinctly remember how fond you were of toys. Consider this my wedding present. One of many.”

“That’s not exactly what I was thinking.”

“Lift up the dress, Elara.”

That rough, demanding voice has every hair on my body standing up.

When I don’t move, he grasps my jaw. “Now, Mrs. Quinn. Before I do it for you.”

My breath stutters when he forces me into his gaze as I gather the silk and lift up the gown.

With concentrated attention, he inspects me, and I feel even more exposed.

“No panties again, huh?” He drops to his knees, grabbing my ass with both hands, his nose pressed to my core.

“Tynan!” I cry, grabbing his head, working my nails through his scalp.

The warmth of his breath on me there, the tip of his tongue snaking out for a taste, it’s all too much. Running a fingertip through my slit, he hungrily stares up at me.

“I’m gonna enjoy torturing the shit out of you tonight.” He smirks salaciously, and I almost come just from this sight of him alone.

He slips the panties up my thighs, and once they’re secure around my hips, he rises to full height, reaching for the box and picking up the toy.

“They say this is the best one on the market. Can’t wait to get your feedback.” He teases me with it, rolling it around my pebbled nipple that’s poking through the material. “You’re gonna wear this all night, understand?”

I nod, throat going dry as I squeeze my thighs.

He slides a hand into the panties, finding the special slot for the toy. “Perfect.” Fixing my dress, he moves back so he can look me up and down. “How does that feel?”

His jaw clenches when I let out a low moan, the toy already pushing into my clit.

My hands tingle, the excitement and nerves pulsing through me. “Fine.”

“Fine, huh?” He grins, picking up a small remote from the box, and when he presses a button…

“Oh my God! Fuck!” I gasp, almost tripping on my heels.

The vibration is so intense, my whole body quivers.

“Tynan, please don’t do this.”

I don’t tell him I’m already throbbing and ready to come. There’s no way I’ll last if he plans to do this to me all night.

He captures my chin. “Promise to be my good girl tonight?”

“I promise no such thing.”

His grin spreads. “Well, then, I’ll have to see if I can fix that.”

Another vibration hits between my thighs—slow, then fast—and I almost collapse.

Then, it instantly stops, while I’m left reeling.

He clasps his palm around my nape, his lips stroking mine. “This is just as hard for me as it is for you.”

My heart races, nails clasping his huge biceps. “Doubtful.”

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