Page 102 of A Heart So Savage

Conquer.

Protect.

While cleaning the blood welling up between the letters, Kingston trailed his fingers over her unmarred skin. He had touched various places on her body during the procedure, threatening to mark her in those areas. He aroused her to such a fever pitch, the buzzing sting of the tattoo pen nearly sent her tumbling into an orgasm.

Setting the instrument down on the cart, Kingston ran his hand down the middle of her back then smoothed his palm over the curve of her buttocks. “Do you want to come for me, lamb?”

Because she was on her stomach and strapped to the chair in a reclining position, Ava could not move a muscle. She clenched her teeth as he experimentally brushed a forefinger between her legs and teased her opening.

“If it pleases you, sir,” she panted in delight.

“Everything about you pleases me, Ava, so it’s only fair you come first. With my oath freshly inked on your skin and your sweet pussy weeping for me to fill it.”

God, the filthy things that come out of this man’s mouth should be outlawed.

“Yes. Please,” she choked out.

“Good girl,” he whispered in her ear while giving her what she desperately needed.

Once she had thanked him for the first of many orgasms, her body weak within the chair’s binding, Kingston placed protective tape over the tattoo and unbuckled the straps holding her down.

She was wobbly as she slipped off the table, her knees shaking, but he quickly steadied her with an arm around her waist.

“Are you alright? Was it too much?”

Ava looped her arms around his neck. Other than the choker, the leash and the three words etched into her skin, she was naked.

“It was perfect. Perfect.” She smiled, swaying into him.

“Are you ready for your next surprise?” Kingston asked while undoing his cufflinks and placing the diamond and gold studs on the metal cart. Unbuttoning his shirt, he drew it and the bowtie off along with his undershirt, tossing them aside.

Ava sighed, entranced by Kingston’s broad chest and all the finely sculpted muscles that defined its expanse. Her gaze traveled his body with ill-concealed lust, admiring the lion’s head tattoo emblazoned across his skin. She wanted one just like it embedded into her skin. She’d even let Kingston choose its location, although thinking of the tender areas where he might place it was a little frightening.

He was so exquisitely put together. Like a magnificent Greek sculpture. Caressing his chest, she trailed her fingers over the ridges of his abdomen. It was a few moments before she realized something was different. There was one word tattooed within the lion’s open snarl, caught between the fangs, cradled there as if protected from the world.

Lamb.

Ava’s gaze raised to his. “Oh, Kingston.”

“That’s where you belong, Ava,” he swore fiercely. “Where you’ve always been. Burned across my heart and in my soul.”

Ava had never felt so adored as she did in that moment. Happiness and a sense of belonging curled around her. “Make love to me, Kingston,” she insisted. “Now.”

“You don’t want to play, Ava? Because I still do.” His grin was wicked as his hands smoothed over her full breasts. He tweaked both of her nipples with a twist of his fingers, reminding Ava of the bejewled clamps she had come across while doing research. “You wanted me to control everything tonight and I will. But I can’t go another second without your taste in my mouth. My cock deep inside you. Get on the bed, now. Hands and knees, Ava, ass toward me, your back arched.”

She quickly did as he ordered, listening as Kingston took his time in removing his clothes. When she wiggled impatiently, a resounding slap of her ass had her squealing in shock.

“I owe you several of those, but we’ve all weekend to get them in, my impatient little brat,” Kingston chuckled, moving up behind her on the bed. He positioned himself and pushed his cock inside her with agonizing slowness, groaning as her flesh closed around him. Slapping her ass again, he demanded in a silky rough voice, “Open up for me, Ava. Let me inside you.”

Ava trembled with the onslaught of sensations. The pleasure took her breath away as Kingston sunk so deep inside her that he bottomed out.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Kingston muttered beneath his breath. He gripped her hips, gently sliding in and out, mindful that it had been weeks since they’d made love and she needed to be accustomed with his size again. “You’re so goddamn tight. I don’t want to hurt you…”

Ava did not want gentle. She did not want handling as though he wore kid gloves and she was a fragile treasure. She wanted hard. Fast. Raw and almost depraved. She wanted Kingston as he was. It was that simple. And maybe this was all she could hope for when it came to a future with this man, but it was enough for her.

“Fuck me, Kingston,” she demanded with a frustrated moan. “Do everything you promised. I need it. I needyou.”

Kingston laughed softly. “Whatever you want, little lamb. You know I’ll do anything for you.” Looping the pearl leash once around her neck, he pulled it just tight enough to create an exquisite tension, then whispered in a dark voice, “Do you remember your safe word? Good girl. Now, start counting how many times I make you see the stars.”

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