Page 77 of Savage Heart

Ah.

She shrugged, and he chuckled.

“Can I fuck you now?”

Her head swimming from his words alone, she simply nodded.

Reaching down between them, Trouble grabbed hold of his cock, and pressed the head of it against her thrumming clit.

“This first time is gonna be fast and hard; I need you too much,” Trouble rasped.

“First time—”

He thrust home in a single movement, robbing her of breath and thought.

He groaned, closing his eyes against the sensation of pure bliss.

Home. He was home. He was inside his woman after far too long.

“Fuck, Erik,” Liz groaned, her body shaking. “I forgot how big you were. I’m so full….”

“Full of me, all of me,” he murmured against her mouth, then pressed a wet kiss against her lips.

Pulling back, he stopped when just the tip was at her entrance, and when she moaned, he jerked his hips forward, impaling her once more.

“Erik!” she cried, and he nearly came on the spot. Fuck, he missed his name on her lips. He pulled back again, thrust forward again, creating a slowly building rhythm that turned his insides out.

Completely wrapped up in the sensations, Liz wrapped her legs around his waist, and grabbed her own breasts, holding them for him to devour her. Leaning down, he took a dark pink peak in his mouth, and sucked hard. She tasted of sweat and oranges, and she smelled of desire and female cum.

Pushing to his knees, he pulled her until her ass was on his thighs, and he could look down and see his cock moving inside her pussy.

Holding onto her hips from white-knuckled fingers, he pounded into her, driving his cock deeper, thrusting harder and faster, until the slapping of flesh and his grunts filled the silence.

Beneath him, Liz was trembling, her skin flushed, her mouth open as she groaned, her eyes were slits, the blue glowing with pleasure and desire. She truly was a goddess of sex and fertility. His goddess. And he would worship at her altar until he died on his knees, kneeling before it.

Her pussy clamped around him, the muscles rolling as her orgasm built, choking and massaging his thickening cock.

“Fuck, yeah, that’s it, baby, come on my cock,” he rasped.

Suddenly, her pussy clamped down hard, squeezing the shit out of him, and she cried out, the moans of pleasure deep from her chest.

Driven by something untamed and unleashed, he hurried his movements. Dropping over her he plastered his chest to hers, holding her body in place with his weight, then held onto her hips as he fucked her like a goddamn animal. He snarled as sweat beaded on his forehead and dripped on her chest. Forcing his face into her neck, he nipped at the flesh, lapping at it, as he continued marking her with each punch of his hips.

As the pressure built in his balls, and the lightning began gathering in his lower back, he took her mouth, then bellowed into her throat as he emptied jet after jet of thick, hot cum into her body. His body jerked with each spurt of cum, and he groaned.

When his breathing was under control, he slid out of her body, then rolled to the side, reaching over her still shaking body, to pull her into his chest.

They lay there, silent, breathing, as he waited for his heart to stop racing.

Fuck. He knew that being with her again would wipe all other women from his mind, but he’d been wrong; they never once compared to what it was like to be inside Liz, to feel her around him, beneath him, to taste her sweat slicked flesh, to touch her soft naked curves, and to release inside of her—all that pleasure still couldn’t measure up to the beauty, the power that was just being with the woman he loved.

He made love to her twice more after that, the hunger and need for her never abating, only growing with each touch, each orgasm.

As the night continued to gather outside, as the shadows danced over the room, as Liz settled against him, her bodygrowing heavy with sleep, wrapped in his arms, she breathed the words, “I forgive you,” just before she slipped into slumber.

And as the night retreated as the sun began to climb the sky, with the woman he loved curled into his side, in the safety of his arms where she belonged, Trouble let the first tear fall.

“Mom, can I have pizza tonight?” Erika asked from the backseat, her excitement about her day making her squirm in her seat. She was having a sleepover with Fae and Hawk, and she loved those two, which wasn’t a surprise; for how intimidating Hawk was as the club Sergeant-at-Arms, he was a softie when it came to his woman and Erika. One day, he’d make a great dad—not that she’d say that around Fae, who was looking a little too eager to have Erika and baby Nielsen around.

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