Page 33 of Filthy Savage

“I’m close,” she whispers, her voice breathy and sexy as shit.

Her words, just those two little words, draw me closer to my own release. Sweat drips down the center of my spine. My lower back tingles and I feel my balls draw up. I’m seconds from coming inside of her, and as much as I want to hold back, as much as I want to have self-control, I’m not sure I’ll be able to.

I need her to come right now, to come first.

My body moves, hers meets mine, and then she pauses. Her entire body tenses, and that’s when I feel her pussy squeeze me. It clamps down around my cock. What little self-control I had, it’s gone.

It vanishes in an instant.

I slam into her body, then still as I come. It consumes me hard and fast. It takes over. Her body relaxes beneath mine, but every muscle in my body is frozen as my cock twitches inside of her.

She lifts her hands, her palms cupping my cheeks as her eyes search mine. Lowering my head, I touch my lips to hers and slipmy tongue inside of her mouth. I taste her, feeling her warmth against my tongue, her mouth matching her pussy.

I want to live inside of her.

I nibble on her bottom lip before I lift my head as I look into her eyes. “That was so much better than the first time,” she whispers.

With a snort, I shake my head once. “Thisis the first time, beautiful.”

CHAPTER

THIRTEEN

SPENCER

Evan wrapshis arms around me and pulls me against his side. I can still feel him between my legs. The ache of him is there, and it’s spectacular. I wish it would be there always. And I totally know how weird that sounds, but it’s something that I never thought I would have again from him.

Placing my hand on his chest, I tip my head backward and look up into his eyes.

“Evan?” I call out softly, loving the fact that I know his real name.

It makes this feel like it could be for real. That this could be my reality. Lying here naked with him, our bodies intertwined. Our smells integrated and commingled—amazing.

He hums as he slides his fingers up the center of my spine before he tangles them in the strands of my hair. I love the way they feel there. Almost as much as I love the ache between my legs from his length.

I can’t get over any of it. I feel like I need to be pinched just to know that this is real.

“Spencer,” he murmurs when I don’t say anything else.

I’m lost in a daze, a daydream, and don’t want to wake up. Letting out a sigh, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip before I speak.

“I don’t want to be that girl, but I’m going to be,” I begin.

He lets out a chuckle of laughter, and I know he finds me cute. At least he does right now. I don’t know what he’ll think after I ask him what I’m about to ask him. He tugs on my hair slightly as if he’s telling me to continue.

“What are we?” I finally ask.

Before I realize what’s happening, I’m rolled onto my back. Evan is on top of me. His body is heavy against mine. I accept and even welcome the weight. It feels good, having this man pressed against me, his body against my own, his chest hair touching my sensitive nipples.

Closing my eyes, I try not to moan. I try not to completely lose myself in the way he feels. I want an answer. No, Ineedan answer. I crave it.

The girl I once was, the woman I am—we need all of this. We deserve our happiness, and as much as I want to deny it, he is my happiness, always has been—always will be.

“It’s simple,” he rasps. “You are my woman.”

“And you are?” I ask, holding my breath, hoping he is going to give me the answer I crave.

He grips my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh as his eyes search mine. I can feel his length harden against my pussy. My hips involuntarily jerk against his length. I’m sore, but I want him again. I grow wetter thinking about him slipping inside of me, stretching me. I can’t help but want him again.

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