Page 16 of A Heart So Savage

Sweat broke out on his brow as Kingston fought his urges. The ones demanding that he thrust through the fragile resistance. His cock would stretch her wide. Tear her, more than likely. Like an ugly battering ram destroying a tiny, rose-covered cottage.

Beneath him, Ava sucked in a deep breath. A whimper escaped her throat, strangled by the gag. She was biting down on it as he predicted she would. Her enormous eyes were hazy with pain, but she did not push him away. Instead, his little lamb tightened shaky legs around his waist and gripped his forearms when he braced above her.

His hips flexed. His cock moved a little deeper inside her. Ava moaned.

He did it again and slid further into nirvana. Jaw clenched, Kingston waited until her body accepted that new invasion, and then… he held still.

“Am I hurting you too badly, lamb?”

Ava stared up at him, apparently surprised by his concern. Her eyes were so wide and so impossibly green. After a few seconds, she shook her head, shifting against him until he had no choice but to sink further into her softness.

“Fuck.”The curse came out in a hiss. Her pussy was strangling him, and the sudden excruciating tightness meant he’d reached the barrier of her virginity. A fact reinforced when a distressed groan rippled through Ava’s body.

It was a good thing she’d already bitten her fingernails down to the quick. She would have ripped his forearms to bloody shreds by now.

Jaw clenched, teeth clamped down on her own panties, she seemed determined to bear the pain in relative silence, and Kingston suddenly couldn’t look away. From her beautiful face. From the juncture of their bodies. From the sight of his cock sliding into her warmth.

This was wrong, but goddamn, he couldn’t stop it.Wouldn’tstop it.

Before he could reconsider, he reached up, ripping the cloth away from her mouth. Ava stared at him in astonishment.

“I want to hear you scream my name when I make you mine.” The growl was primitive. Feral. Completely unreasonable and an awful truth he could not deny.

“Okay,” Ava hiccupped, her voice broken and weak from crying. “Please, sir. Tell me what to do…”

“Say my fucking name when I’m making you bleed, Ava. Say it now.”

Her pink, bruised lips trembled, confusion lighting her gaze even as a strange, swirling excitement filled the minuscule space between their bodies. It was something wondrous and terrifying. Something neither one could control despite the tight rein Kingston kept on his emotions.

“Kingston.”

Her sigh was a breathy surrender, and it stabbed Kingston straight through the heart he swore no longer existed. Pierced the armor he’d worn his entire life and laid him open, bare and vulnerable.

He would do anything for her. Anything to keep her right where she was. Pinned beneath him and taking what he gave her. Even if such twisted devotion meant his eventual downfall.

“It hurts,” she accused softly. “Is it supposed to hurt so much?”

“Fuck, lamb. I’m not even all the way inside you yet.”

“How can there possibly be any more of you?”

Kingston groaned at her words. His cock swelled as her virgin cunt stretched to accommodate him. The realization only made him more feral. Harder. Ruthless. Then he was surging past the thin membrane with a grunt of satisfaction. “Goddamn you, Ava. You truly were pure and untouched before I got my hands on you. But not now. Now, you are as dirty as I am…”

Kingston thought she would recoil in disgust. Cry from the weight of her helpless situation. Fight back against his cruelty. Struggle to free herself.

But Ava surprised him again, locking her heels at the small of his back, urging him deeper. “Don’t stop, Kingston. Go ahead. Make me as filthy as you. Ruin me like you’ve been ruined. Drag me down to your level.”

He let out an angry growl at her scathing words, driving into her body with feral intensity.

Ava’s eyes glittered like fierce, dark stars. She bit her own hand to keep from sobbing aloud as he seated himself deep within her.

“I’m sorry.” The words escaped Kingston with no conscious intent. He wasn’t sure how they even formed in his mouth. He was never sorry for his actions. For his words or deeds. But this woman made him feel something suspiciously close to shame. Ducking his head to escape the censure in her eyes, he drew the tip of one breast into his mouth. He sucked the bud gently, rolling it along the edge of his teeth and tracing its puckered surface with the tip of his tongue before lavishing attention to the other side.

“Finish what you started or let me go,” Ava whispered defiantly, the words catching on a sob. Tears tracked down her cheeks like a sprinkle of tiny diamonds.

Kingston reared back, his features hardening. “I’m not letting you go, Ava. Not now. And maybe not ever.”

He palmed her bottom, lifting her slightly from the table so he could move deeper inside her until Ava abruptly sat up. For a moment, he thought she was intent on escaping him, but she simply looped her arms around his neck. It was an oddly poignant action. Almost as if she sought comfort from him, of all people. The feelings it provoked were so puzzling that he allowed it.

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