Page 27 of Savage King
“Well, fuck then.”
Pressing his hard body into her soft body again, he attacked her mouth. Tongue, teeth, lips, and hunger. And she gave it back to him in equal measure. His Goddess showing him favor, admitting she wanted him in return. Giving herself to him.
Fuck yeah.
He was going to worship her until she was screaminghisname inhertemple.
“Are you wet for me, Goddess? Do you feel how hard I am for you?” He ground his painful erection into her belly. “Do my kisses make your fat little clit throb? Does it make you slick and hot and needy? Do you need me to strip you naked, lay you down, and soak up all that ambrosia with my tongue?” He cupped her breast, his thumb clipping her hard nipple, making her gasp.
“Skide,” she groaned, thumping her head back against the wall.
He chuckled darkly, loving that she slipped into Danish in the heat of the moment. “Does that feel good, baby?” He did it again, this time using his thumb and forefinger to pinch her nipple. She cried out sharply, her body jerking…but then she groaned once more.
“Odin…” she moaned his name like a benediction of sweet agony.
“Fuck…my Goddess likes a little pain with her pleasure. Good to know.”
He needed to get his woman naked. He pulled away just enough to see she was wearing a threadbare t-shirt and sweats. By his touch and the hard nipples tenting her top, he knew she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Huh. She really hadn’t believed he was coming over. There’d only been an hour since the time they parted until he showed up at her condo. Had she really thought he’d forget? Or did she believe he was talking out of his ass? Either way, she was so fucking wrong.
He mentally tsked at her. She would learn soon enough that his word was fucking law, especially for her.
Dropping his head, he took a nipple into his mouth through her shirt, scraping it with his teeth before lathing with his tongue. He tugged on it with his lips, his mouth watering at the strangled sounds of uninhibited pleasure she was making.
Fuck, he needed to see her.
Stepping back, he didn’t even think before reaching up and ripping the shirt from top to bottom. She gasped, throwing her arms up in a poor attempt to cover the beauties he’d revealed.
Large, teardrop-shaped, creamy globes of butterscotch flesh tipped with russet nipples. Like caramel candies atop the most decadently lush, rich dessert he’d ever seen.
“What the hells? That was my favorite night shirt,” she cried.
He shrugged, pulling her arms away and stepping into her so she couldn’t cover them again. “From now on, you won’t need clothes to keep you warm at night, baby, because I will be here to give you all the heat you need.”
Before she could continue griping about her ruined shirt, he returned his mouth to the task of tasting her perfect nipples, pulling the whole of her nipple and areola into his ravenous mouth. He moaned, her taste like nothing he’d ever had on his tongue before.
She threw her head back, her cry garbled as she tried to breathe through the eruption of pleasure.
Slipping his hand from her tit to the waistband of her gray sweats, he tugged the elastic away from the muscles clenching and unclenching in her belly, his knuckle rubbing against her skin. Dipping his fingers into her panties, he immediately felt the heat emanating from her core. Heat that would envelope his cock, burning him alive until all that was left was a well-pleasured husk of a man.
His hand descended slowly, a moan breaking from his chest when he realized she wasn’t bare. There was a thin strip of coarse hair right where there should be. Yeah, he’d had more than his fair share of bare pussy, but on Skathi, the hair covering her mons only made her seem more earthy, more carnal. Like a goddess of fertility. He couldn’t wait to see it, to rub his nose in it, to get her scent in his nostrils.
Her mouth, which had been hanging open, moans escaping, fell to his neck, her lips brushing over his skin, her tongue stroking, lapping at the sweat gathering there. A zap along the invisible wire between them shot through his body, from his neck to his toes and back up to his groin where his cock thickened beneath the painfully restraining fabric of his jeans.
“Got to get you naked and in a bed, Goddess. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.” And that was the truth…something he’d never had to admit before. He was a man of control—in the Army commanding men, in the MC commanding his brothers, and in the bedroom commanding his bitches. But right then, in that moment, with her…his control was slipping.
Grabbing hold of her hip, he ground out, “Jump up and throw your legs around me.”
She pursed her lips, shaking her head. “No, I’m too big.”
He growled. “Fuck that, baby, you are the perfect size for me. And once you see my cock, you’ll realize that I mean every-fucking-where.”
Her eyes, unfocused and shining, widened. She jumped, throwing her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, holding on to him like he was her lifeline.
“Where’s the bed?” he demanded, the feeling of her full body touching him, rubbing on him, chipping off another piece of his control.
“There,” she replied, pointing to a door at the very end of the short hallway. He assumed the other three doors were bedrooms, guest bathroom, and linen closet. Bracing, he lifted her easily, her weight like the most precious burden he could ever carry.
