Page 26 of Savage Fire

Sucking in a breath, Tessa pushed to her feet, her free hand pressing on the table, their dinner forgotten. The Bees would clean it up when they got there in the morning.

She leaned into him, her lips brushing against his chin.

“I’ll hold you to that, Javier,” she purred, making his already hard as fuck dick twitch. Shit, he couldn’t wait to hear her talk to him like that while she was naked in his bed.

Kicking his chair away from the table, he moved toward the stairs like a man on a mission—to own the woman following along behind him. He was mindful of the fact that he hadn’t shown her his home as he’d intended to do. He wanted her to like his home, her future home, and he wanted to absorb her reactions through his skin like a beautiful venom.

Pulling her behind him, his heart racing, his cock throbbing, he barely heard her when she said, “This place really is beautiful. It really isn’t your taste, though. So…feminine.”

“Decorator,” he replied, not bothering to explain that there were actuallyfivedecorators. All feminine. Perhaps once she moved in, she’d add her own touch to the place. Less flowers and shit. From what he remembered of Tessa’s condo, she was more about bold colors, comfort, and usefulness. He’d give her a budget to spend decorating her own room, which was currently just a bed and a dresser. Once she moved in, she could make the space her own.

Once they reached the stairs, Fang didn’t waste a moment hurrying from bottom to top, thankful that Tessa could take them two at a time like he could.

Behind him, Tessa laughed.

“In a hurry?” she purred, and he snapped.

He hit the landing and pulled her into him, chest to chest. She stumbled backward at the rebound of their bodies slamming into each other, and he followed, using her momentum to force her into the wall.

Before she could protest, he took her mouth, slamming his lips down on hers. She yielded immediately to his mastery, his tongue thrusting into the heat of her mouth like he owned it, because he fucking did. Her mouth was his. He dominated, possessed, biting her bottom lip, then licking it, tasting it. His body was pressed to hers, not an inch between them. She grabbed his shirt, her hands fisting against him to pull him even closer, like she wanted him to crawl inside her. And he would. Soon.

He continued the possession of her mouth, an erotic dance of tongues and teeth and lips and longing. It was sex, sensual, the best fucking kiss of his life, and for a man who’d sworn off kissing, he knew he’d made a mistake kissing Tessa. Because now, he’d never have enough of her. Kissing was intimate, far more intimate than the act of sex itself which was all about pleasure and release. Kissing, though…the sharing of mouths, of breath. It was something he’d never offered his other Bees. But Tessa…he couldn’t not kiss her. From the first moment he saw her, his mouth had watered to touch hers, taste hers. Own hers.

Sliding one hand under her thigh and anchoring it around his hip, holding her legs apart so he could grind his hardness against her pulsing heat. Fuck.

“I need to be inside you, Tessa,” he rasped, his control slipping.

He ground against her again, and she groaned, throwing her head back. It thudded against the wall.

“God, Fang—”

“Javier,” he demanded. “You call me Javier when I’m fucking you.”

She dropped her head, her eyes colliding with his. She smirked. “You aren’t fucking me…yet.”

The fucking tease. He grinned wolfishly, his grip on her thigh tightening, his other hand flying up to grasp her neck. Leaning in, he held her in place, her chest rising and falling, brushing against his. Her hard nipples dragging against him, making her tremble. He brushed his nose against hers, over her check, down her jaw to her neck where he took a deep, ragged breath. Vanilla and desire. Fuck. It was a heady combination, one that would burn itself into his senses. Everywhere he went, he would scent her.

“Tonight, tomorrow, for as long as I fucking want, you are mine.Mi fuega. You scorch me, Tessa. Body and soul.” She moaned, her lush body shuddering against his. “Let’s burn together.”

With that, he stepped back, his body taut, his muscles tensed to spring. She peered at him from under hooded eyes, her sapphire gaze smoldering with want of him.

“Come, Tessa,” he rumbled, his baritone voice unfathomably deeper.

She didn’t hesitate to follow him down the hallway to his bedroom.

Fang didn’t give Tessa a chance to take in the massive bedroom before he slammed the door shut and advanced on her like the predator he was named after.

“Fuck,mi fuega…” he groaned, his eyes dark with desire. Licking his lips, he continued, “You have no idea how often I pictured you here. In my lair, naked. I’ve jerked myself raw fantasizing about you in my bed, beneath me, above me, me inside of you, taking you, claiming you….”

Heat blasted through her blood, scorching lines of need and yearning through her body. Her breath caught as she pictured the same things.

She had no words—where the hell did her words go?

He smirked knowingly.

“Take off your clothes,” he commanded. “Nice and slow.”

Fuck me.

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