Page 68 of A King So Savage

Some crazy part of her wanted to please him. To gain his approval. She wanted his eyes burning with the same lust capable of incinerating her feeble defenses.

God help her, but she wanted Kingston’s surrender as badly as he wanted hers.

She tried turning in his arms, her hands moving so she could explore his body. But his gently snarled command stopped her.

“Be still, Ava. If you must grab something, then reach above you and grip the bars of the headboard.” He chuckled darkly, pressing his palm against her until she gasped. “In fact, I want you to do just that and remain as you are on your side.”

Ava quickly obeyed, her fingers wrapping around the headboard’s thick iron bars with distressing eagerness.

“What a good, fucking girl you are,” Kingston crooned, and those wicked words sent a lightning bolt of electricity straight to Ava’s center. “And how soft and slick you are here. So wet. Drenching my hand with your lust. You’ve no idea how much it pleases me to know you kept yourself shaved, anticipating this moment when I would see you like this again.”

Lifting his hand slightly, he smoothed an index finger over her tender flesh with such delicate intensity, Ava could not stop her hips from bucking forward, melting inside from his words of praise.

What is wrong with me? Why am I craving this of all things from this man? He’s a monster. A liar. A criminal and user of women… I should not…

“Shh, lamb.” Kingston shifted his own body until his other arm cradled her head and his free hand was anchored around her throat. “Shh. Don’t you trust me?”

It was as though he knew the path of her most secret thoughts. Could hear the inner turmoil rattling around her psyche. How could she defend herself against such deviousness? It was impossible.

“No,” Ava moaned. “But I don’t want you to stop either.”

“Clever girl. You should never trust the Devil.” His one hand tightened around her throat while his fingers slid over her pussy, parting her flesh and spreading her arousal. “This makes you wet, doesn’t it, Ava? Touching you like this excites you, but at the same time, you’re wondering if I might squeeze just a little too hard. And you’re wondering how you can even like this.” His fingers flexed slightly, and Ava choked back a whimper of fear, even as her body quickened with a staggering burst of lust.

Kingston chuckled, his finger moving in a steady pace against her pussy. Slow, steady, and maddeningly insistent. He flirted with the sensitive nub there, never quite touching it as he glided everywhere else.

“My hand holding your breath hostage makes you even wetter. Hotter. Maybe that’s the key to unlocking you. The hint of danger. Oh, my good girl really is bad, after all.” His thumb brushed over her clit, and Ava whimpered in helpless, greedy supplication. Her legs parted to give him better access, and without letting loose of the headboard, she writhed against Kingston’s muscular body.

Every part of her burned like fire. Her breasts ached, her nipples hard against the silk nightgown. Her inner channel clenched with need, and blood sang through her veins as though she’d ingested the purest drug on the planet.

And Kingston… Oh God,Kingston.His erection was hard and heavy against the cheeks of her ass. She could not stop herself from rocking against it as his fingers parted the folds of her pussy and his thumb pressed harder against her clit.

She was delving into madness, but she didn’t care. This insanity was too good. Too right. Too perfect.

“You keep grinding on my cock like that, and I’m gonna end up fucking you, Ava,” Kingston’s calm warning rasped in her ear. He’d not moved at all, except for his hands, and Ava marveled at his restraint as she pushed back harder against him.

Desire left her dizzy with recklessness. Shewantedhim to fuck her. To make her come. To obliterate her quiet, sane,boringlife. To claim her so she belongedsomewhere.

To someone.

“Please,” was the single word she managed as the crescendo inside her rose higher and higher.

“Please what, Ava?” Kingston taunted. His voice was rough with need, and yet, at the same time, he was so perfectly in control that it was frightening. “Please fuck you as hard as I want to? Or please make you come on my hand while you ride my fingers?”

Two fingers slid inside her channel as his thumb pressed harder on her clit. The hand around her throat tightened just a bit, and with deliberate slowness, Kingston pumped the digits he’d inserted inside her. When they curled against the inner wall of her vagina, stroking in the most maddening way, she nearly screamed at the intense sensation.

“OhGod…”

“You’re so tight. Goddamn, Ava. I’m gonna love stretching your pussy until you are a custom fit for my cock. And I can’t wait to hear you scream when I finally fuck you. From pleasure. From pain. From the need to get more of what I can give you. I want to push in another finger, but I doubt you can handle three. And I don’t want you to bleed. Not yet, anyway.”

Pressing harder on her clit, Kingston rotated his thumb a certain way, and all the blood rushed from Ava’s head to where his fingers invaded her body.

Her vision blurred, the shadows of the room darkening as her climax came roaring upon her, and Kingston whispered dark, dirty things in her ear.

“Come for me, Ava. Just for me and no one else. Come for me because you are mine. Because your body, your soul, this pussy gripping my fingers so tight, they’re all mine. All of you, every fucking inch.Mine. And fuck me, I don’t care what I promised in a moment of weakness. I’mnotletting you go.”

Her head turned toward him, her mouth seeking his. Their lips fused and melted together, their tongues tangling and twisting in a frantic searching of souls.

Ava shattered into a million, broken, desperate shards with those words. Release, sweet and heady, cascaded through her body along with a terrible, sobering realization.

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