Page 8 of Savage Heart

The second I release my hold on her, she goes to town. Rolling her hips and bucking on me, she gives my cock a ride like it’s never had before. She’s so wet and so tight that it feels like her cunt is going to strangle me down to my balls, but I can’t get enough of how perfect she is around me.

The first round doesn’t take long to get us both off, and when her orgasm hits her, she shudders and collapses onto my chest. I keep pumping into her, and a few seconds later, I fill her with all I have. Two years is a long time to wait for a release like this.

Sweaty and still trembling, she kisses next to my ear. “Oh, God, that felt so good. Sorry I didn’t want to wait. It’s been a long time that I’ve been waiting for you.”

I slide out of her and wrap my arms around her drenched back. “No need to apologize. I’ve never met a man who didn’t love having a woman want exactly what he wanted.”

Lifting her head off my shoulder, she looks down into my eyes and frowns. “But you were all about the foreplay. I feel like I was a little bit pushy.”

“Never think you have to be anything but who you are with me, Sienna. You wanted me to fuck you, and you told me that. Nothing wrong with being straightforward.”

Her cheeks turn red with a blush that seems wrong after what we just did. “I guess considering the way we started out, coy isn’t exactly the way I should be.”

“Coy, straightforward, whichever way you are, be yourself. That’s all I ask.”

A mischievous look fills her eyes, and she quietly says, “Then if I wanted to do it a certain way, all I’d have to do is ask?”

I know what she wants. It’s been two long years, but I haven’t forgotten how much she loved when I took her from behind.

A tiny suspicion about who she’s been with in that time and what she’s done with them creeps into my head, but I push it away before it grows into jealousy. What Sienna did and who she was with in that time is none of my business. She had every right to keep living after our time in Italy was over.

Even if I didn’t. And even if I want to kill every man who’s touched her since then.

I flip her onto her stomach in one smooth motion. Nudging my still hard cock against her ass, I lean down and whisper in her ear, “I know what you want. You don’t have to ask.”

For a moment, jealousy overwhelms me when she pushes back against me. Has she been like this with other men? Did they enjoy how much she loves being fucked like this?

But I can’t think like that. I have no right to. I knew where she was the entire two years. I could have gone to her. She had a right to live her life.

“Alaric? Is something wrong?” she asks, turning her head to look back at me.

“No,” I lie, wishing things could be different with her.

Wishing I could be different than the man I am.

“Up on your knees, baby. Let me give what you want.”

She obeys without hesitation, even wiggling her ass against me to show how much she wants me to fuck her this way. Thankfully, my cock doesn’t have the same tendency for jealousy that my mind has, so he’s hard and ready to go.

I glide through her wet pussy and pull back. Jealousy takes me over, and I slide my hand around her throat, squeezing as I ask in her ear, “Still thinking you can’t take me in your ass?”

There’s no reason to ask that. I know it, and still I can’t stop myself. And what the hell am I going to do with that information when she gives it to me? What the fuck is wrong with me?

She takes a sharp breath in when I let my fingers trail down the crack of her ass, and I know the answer before she says a word. Somehow, the fact that she hasn’t been with anyone like that makes me feel good. It’s messed up and I have no fucking right to expect her to not let herself feel pleasure just because I’m not someone who should be in her life, but there it is.

“Alaric, no. Nothing. There, I mean.”

“Nothing?” I ask, unable to stop the question before it leaves my lips. Jesus, I’m a glutton for punishment.

Sienna shakes her head and stares into my eyes. “No, nothing. Not a finger, and certainly not any man’s dick. Nothing.”

What a possessive ass I am, on top of being fucked up.

Hiding all that’s going on inside me, I run my finger up her drenched slit and pull it back toward her ass. It slides in and she makes a noise that sounds like a tiny cry. Before she can protest, I fill her cunt completely. That gets me a gasp.

“Oh, God…I don’t know what it is about that, but it feels so good.”

I watch her grasp at the sheets as I pump into her and groan, “Which? My cock or my finger?”

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