Page 30 of Savage Fire

He hummed, the vibration making her nipples tingle.

“Si, I can understand wanting to start over and create a new person,” he replied, a strange weight to his voice.

She wanted to ask him what he was thinking, but she held back.

One step at a time, Tessa. Rome wasn’t built in a day.True, but their relationship could not be built on secrets, either. She just hoped that once he saw her opening up, being real, being honest and vulnerable, that he would be open with her.

She forced back a snort. Men like Fang, like the other men in the MC, were all about keeping secrets. Club business. And it wasn’t such a leap to believe the brothers all had dirty deeds in their pasts. She had to believe, though, that Fang trusted her enough to tell her his truths. In time.

“Condesa,” he said, rolling the name around on his talented tongue. “I think it’s a beautiful name. Fitting. Because you’re one badass woman, fit to be a countess.” He smirked, doing an ab curl to press a kiss to her temple.

“Sleep,mi amor. I’ll wake you up in a bit to take you again. And you’ll need your rest.”

Rolling her eyes, she splayed herself over him, drawing her leg up over his semi-hard cock, and laying her cheek against his steady heartbeat.

She was sleep before she knew it…but she wasn’t asleep long.

He woke her up two more times that night, fucking her to near unconsciousness each time.

Rolling over, Tessa moaned. Her body ached more than if she’d just gone toe to toe with an opponent in the octagon…but it was a sweet, delicious pain she’d never felt before. What Fang had done to her body was spectacular, amazing—she’d never known pleasure could be like that. As deep and beautifully desperate as that.

And she wanted more.

Flinging out her arm, she hit the mattress next to her and immediately noticed it was empty. She lifted her head and looked. The mattress was cold to the touch, but there was still an indent where Fang’s head had lain on the pillow.

How long had he been up?

This wasn’t her first morning after situation, but it was the first of which she’d actually wanted to be there in the morning. No sneaking off to avoid awkward morning after talk. No hurrying off to wash the night off her skin. This was the first morning where she’d wanted to curl up beside someone and bask in the afterglow. But her partner was missing.

What did that mean?

No. you are not going to pick this apart to find reasons to push him away.He was making breakfast or taking a call from the club or working out. He hadn’t woken up beside her and realized he’d made a mistake and run off before having a confrontation with her. That wasn’t the Fang she knew, the one from beforeandthe one she was getting to know now. The man didn’t run from anything.

So where was he?

Turning her head to the side, she noticed the window dressings. Long, floor-length curtains. Black, gold, and navy embroidered brocade. The curtains were mostly shut, with only a sliver of morning light shining through to illuminate the room. There were five windows evenly spaced, which meant that when the windows were open, the room would be lit up with warmth and sunshine. Across the room, facing the bed, were two French doors, that more than likely opened to a balcony overlooking the property. The walls were a light gray, with tray ceilings painted a darker gray. She rolled to her side to look at the floor. Dark hardwoods, with a massive area rug in an off-white. The whole room was like a storm; cloudy starting at the floor and growing in intensity nearest the sky. The bed was the biggest bed she’d ever seen, but they’d certainly made use of the size last night. It was big enough to sleep four people comfortably. Why did someone need a bed that big? Maybe Fang liked to roll around when he slept. Or…maybe he participated in regular naked wrestling matches with the women he’d bring here.

Not anymore! She’d be the only naked opponent he’d face in that bed. The bed frame was masculine. A darker wood than the floor, with subtle curves. The rest of the furniture matched the bed. All masculine. All dark. All fitting Fang to a T. There were no pictures on the walls. No throw pillows on the love seat near the closet door. It was sparse but still well done. Like whomever he hired to decorate wasn’t given as much free rein in his personal space.

Tired of laying around and thinking, Tessa slid from the massive bed and hurried to dress. Her clothes were strewn about the room, but once collected, she donned them quickly. Taking a minute to piss then check her hair in the palatial master bath, she headed toward the bedroom door which was open a crack.

Out on the landing which, in the daylight and when she wasn’t absorbed with getting Fang naked, was actually a large loft space. It held a sitting area, plush couches, a massive ottoman that could double as a coffee table, and a flat screen TV that was at least 80 inches. Again, she wondered who Fang had hired to decorate his house. For a manly biker, the dude had a lot of floral patterns, soft pastels, fluff, throw pillows, and soft angles. She wondered if any of his club brothers had ever been inside—nah. He would never live down having a house that was more like a woman’s summer cottage than a man’s crash pad. Making a note to ask Fang about the girliness of his house, she turned toward the stairs and slowly made her way down the marble steps. Suddenly, she stopped.

What the hell?

Women’s voices.

Multiple women.

What were they doing in Fang’s house so early in the morning?

And there was Fang’s deep rumble, too. He was talking with them, these multiple women.

Suddenly, the air in her lungs couldn’t inflate them. A band around her chest pulled tight, making her heart thud painfully.

What was going on?

Finishing her descent to the bottom floor, Tessa eased around the end of the staircase and slowly made her way toward the back of the house from where the voices were coming. She remembered that the kitchen and dining room were down there, since it had been the scene of last night’s seduction. He’d fed her, lured her in with thoughtful and teasing conversation, then he turned her inside out before taking her upstairs to turn her right side out again. Fang was right, it was a night she’d never forget…because she had a feeling that whatever was about to happen would be etched on her very soul forever.

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