Page 27 of Savage Fire

Driven by the desperate need to do what he said—get naked then get fucked—she unbuttoned her pants, forcing the tight material down her legs. Kicking off her boots, she completely removed the pants.

Fang’s eyes devoured each movement, catching on the fact she had nothing covering her pussy.

“A Dios mio,” he moaned, making her nipples hard. “Take off the rest of it.”

Gladly.

She pulled the shirt off over her head, leaving the red bra holding her big girls in place.

Now, almost bare to him, she was nervous. She knew she wasn’t the classic beauty, and especially not like the women he’d seen him with at the grocery store, but she knew that what she did have was toned and strong. She had body fat, a bit of a pooch beneath her waistline, and thighs and biceps that could use some tightening up. She was tall and thick, and Fang didn’t seem to give a shit.

Fang, his eyes eating up every inch of exposed flesh, stalked toward her, circling around her slowly.

She swallowed, feeling far more exposed than being nearly naked should make her feel. Yeah, she’d had sex before, but never had she felt this level of intensity. And he hadn’t even touched her yet.

“I want to touch you,mi amor, but I know the moment I do, I will come undone. Can’t have that. Yet.”

He stopped in front of her. “Get on the bed.”

Turning, she gazed at the huge bed. It had to be a California King and a Queen bed fused together. Specially made just for him.

“Shit, Fang, how big is that thing?” And why did he need so much space? Did he really roll that much in his sleep?

“I like my space,” he offered, shrugged. “Now, get on the bed so I can taste you.”

Nuff said!

Bending, Tessa stuck her ass out and slowly, crawled into the middle of the bed. Behind her, Fang growled. Chuckling, she flopped over and braced herself on her elbows to watch Fang. And as she watched, he strode toward the edge of the bed, reached out, grabbed her ankles, and pulled her toward him.

He spread her legs, and moved in between them, climbing on to the bed and wedging his hips between her thighs.

“Mmmm, perfect fit,” he groaned, and she had to agree.

Fang bent his head to lick a hot, wet line from the top of one breast to the other, cupping and kneading her breasts with his strong hands. Her breath caught at the sensation. Hooking his finger into the fabric of her bra, he pulled down one cup, sucking the nipple into his mouth. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she moaned.

“You taste like candy,muy dulce, mi amor,” he murmured before flicking his tongue over the nipple like he would a lollipop. “So very sweet.”

“Fuck, Fang,” Tessa rasped. He chuckled; the sound of the deep rumble made her pussy throb.

“I plan to, once I’ve had a fill of your taste.”

Tugging down the other side of her bra, he alternated, licking, sucking, nipping, and kissing back and forth, driving her higher and higher. God, could she come just from nipple play? She was going to find out, wasn’t she.

She buried her hands in his hair, desperate to touch him. His thick strands were silky between her fingers. She tugged, making him nip the top of her breast in retaliation.

Finished playing with her tits, Fang reached behind her and removed her bra completely, throwing it across the room to land on the floor by the wall. It was almost comical, but the urge to laugh was drowned out when he slid his hand from her breast, down her belly, and slipped it into her soaking wet pussy.

“My, my,mi fuega, you’re so fucking wet,” he growled. Fang, who was still fully clothed, played with her clit, his fingers expertly moving, between her pulsing entrance to her throbbing nub.

“Stop fucking playing with me, dammit!” Tessa snapped, her body already strung tight enough to break. She could literally feel her arousal dripping down her inner thighs.

“Breathe,mi amor, I’ll make it worth the wait.” He pressed a kiss right above her heart, then took her nipple into his mouth once more. He licked and sucked, he flicked and pinched—and she exploded.

“Fang!” she cried out, her body jerking with the force of her release. And Fang kept sucking, and kissing, and rubbing until she was one big pile of Tessa on his giant bed. “Fang,” she sobbed. “Please…I feel empty. I need you inside of me.”

He closed his eyes, the strain of holding back making the lines of his face pull tight.

“I know what you need, Tessa, but this isn’t a race. This is the first time I have you in my bed, and I am going to make the most of it.”

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