Page 48 of Savage Fire

Feeling the start of a buzz, Tessa licked her lips. Tossing back her second shot of tequila as the clubhouse bar, she wasn’t prepared for the blast of heat and man at her back. She barely caught Preston’s knowing smirk before she was jerked from her stool. She stumbled and just barely righted herself before she was being pulled down the hallway leading to the officers’ bedrooms.

“Fang,” she barked, “what the hell?”

He didn’t stop. “Need to fuck you now.”

All at once, she was sober.

In short minutes she was through his bedroom door and on his mattress.

Fang landed on his knee beside her, his hands tugging at her yoga pants. She hadn’t dressed to impress, so she was clothed in comfort. Yoga pants, ugly t-shirt, oversized gray sweatshirt. Soooo sexy. Apparently, Fang thought so, too.

Tugging her leggings down, she pulled off her sweater, then t-shirt, leaving on the sports bra. Her panties disappeared with her pants, leaving her bottom half bare.

What was she doing? She couldn’t blame the tequila this time because she hadn’t drunk enough for her brain to be as fried as it was. If she were honest, it was just the buildup of need, yearning, desire, and horniness.

She wanted him so fucking much, and she was tired of being mad at him.

Wordlessly, Fang snagged a condom from the bedside drawer, unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his cock. He stroked it as she watched, her mouth watering.

“Next time, Tessa, you can suck me off, but right now, I need to be inside you.”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Spread,” he ordered, smacking the inside of her thigh. She didn’t hesitate to follow his demand, knowing that was he was about to do was going to wreck her nice and good.

Moving into position between her thighs, Fang drew one of her legs up and around his waist, giving himself more room. She held her breath as he notched his cockhead at her entrance and didn’t give her a moment to exhale before he thrust home.

They both groaned at his invasion.

Immediately, she felt the delicious tension building inside her, eager to get out.

“Fang,” she rasped, passion making every letter its own sound. She mewled as he pounded, making the headboard bang against the wall. If the brothers hadn’t known what was going to happen when he dragged her from the common room, they’d hear all about it now.

His large hands grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he jerked her down over and over onto his cock. He kept a steady, punishing rhythm, destroying her body and her senses as he demolished her pussy one thrust at a time.

“Fuck yeah, baby, give it to me. Milk my cock with your tight pussy. Take my come,” he ground out, upping his pace until the sounds of their slapping flesh filled the room like the most crude and lurid soundtrack.

It was goddamn madness, but she didn’t care. She was tired of denying herself something so good.

Fang craned his neck, taking her mouth and grunting into it with each forward motion. She grabbed hold of his thick hair, holding him here as he bit her lower lip then sucked on it.

“Dios, Tessa,eres todo para mi,” he murmured against her swollen lips.You are everything to me.

At his words, they collided, a hot, back-bowing cataclysm erupted, and they both groaned out their releases.

Holy shit!

Panting, his face lodged against her neck, he whispered, “I need you, Tessa. Please need me, too.”

God…the problem was, she already did.

Running his nose along the soft flesh of Tessa’s neck, Fang knew the exact moment his woman woke up. She tensed, then melted into him. Her back to his front, their bodies pressed up against one another, their heartbeats synchronized.

Bliss.

He could wake up just like this for the rest of his life. And he would. He would accept nothing less.

“Buenos dias, mi amor. Did you sleep well?” he rumbled, placing a kiss on her shoulder, the base of her neck, then nibbling on her earlobe.

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