Page 15 of A Heart So Savage

Ava’s hips lifted at the murmured threat. Kingston’s grin disappeared. Jealousy, sharp and nauseating, permeated his blood. Seeped into his bones. Turned his voice hard and cruel.

“You like that idea, do you? That another man might watch as I ruin you? Too bad. Because no one gets to see you like this except me. No one will hear those sweet sounds you make when you come except me. And no one is going to fuck you except me.”

He drove his finger harder into her, rubbing the inside of her walls with quick, jabbing motions, slapping her clit with the palm of his hand until she shook in his hold and detonated in a shocking burst around his finger.

He could become addicted to this. To her. He was supposed to be making her beg. Supposed to be keeping her on the edge of lust, but seeing how sweetly she came undone was dangerously addictive. The tears rolling down her cheeks at her own body’s betrayal were little atom bombs to his restraint. He wanted more of the part of herself she kept wrapped up so tight. And if making her climax over and over was how that was accomplished, then he would delight in orchestrating her destruction.

“Again,” he muttered. “Again, Ava. You need reminding who you belong to.” He swiftly drove her to a second climax. Then a third. A fourth. All in quick succession, with no reprieve from the onslaught of sensations and pleasure that rolled into what probably felt like one long orgasm.

Ava screamed helplessly around the gag, desire flooding his fingers with moisture as she gasped and choked on sobs of panicked ecstasy. She shifted weakly against the weight of his hands. Her face flushed a lovely pink from both exertion and confused embarrassment at what his expert manipulation wrung from her body.

“Good girl,” Kingston crooned. He leaned over, licking the salty moisture from her cheeks, pressing his lips to hers although she tried turning her head away in shame. “That’s what I wanted first, Ava. You gushing over my hand with tears streaming down your face.”

ChapterSix

You are my everything

In a world of nothing.

Slidinghis finger out of her body, Kingston leaned back just enough to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. Before freeing his aching erection, he bent over her, licking the sweet essence of her release from her thighs. Pulling her legs over his shoulders, his tongue explored the crease of her pussy. Every bite and little nip made her body flinch, but she also melted into his mouth like gourmet chocolate. Warm and liquid. Sweet and sharp.

Fucking delicious.

“Mine,” he growled, devouring her as though he were a starving man. She was likely sensitive after what he’d just done to her, but he didn’t care. He wanted her taste in his mouth and her blood on his cock.

Sucking her clit into his mouth, he ruthlessly worried it between his teeth, sending another climax, the fifth, rippling through her body. Ava screamed again through the gag, her hands flying down to grip his head, pressing him even harder against her flesh. Fingers meshed into his hair, demanding and frantic, and Kingston was so enraptured by her helpless, mindless response that he didn’t even care she’d disobeyed him.

He needed her touching him. Needed her wrapped around him, wrapped so tight he’d never be able to breathe without her again. Maybe she could erase the demons that chased him. The nightmares haunting him. He didn’t care how wrong it was to keep her. All that mattered were these rare moments when he didn’t have to think about being Boss or getting a bullet in his back. He could enjoy the pleasure Ava gave him and savor the memories for a future without her.

It was fucking stupid, but he wanted the impossible. He wanted so badly to have thismeansomething even if she hated his guts.

Kingston stood up to his full height, towering over her. One hand slipped down again between her trembling legs, cupping her bare mound. The way her flesh quivered when she came was addicting. Her clit thumped in time to her heartbeat, leaping against his palm.

Ava watched him with drowsy, heavy-lidded eyes, tears clinging to thick sable eyelashes and tracking down her flushed cheeks. She was gorgeous in her languorous stupor, her body soft and willing, the delicate scent of feminine arousal and honeysuckle body wash perfuming the air.

Kingston smiled, pushing her knees up so her legs bent with her heels on the edge of the table. Spread wide for his enjoyment, the lewd position put her arousal on full display.

“That’s it, Ava. Show me who this pussy belongs to.” His free hand pulled his dick free of his trousers. Gripping the base of his erection, he dragged the head of his cock through the slick wetness of her center. He pushed himself in just enough that her body clamped around him in a blind, reactive panic.

His knees nearly buckled. His eyes flickered shut for half a second. She was so warm. So soft.So fucking soft.

“Christ,” he choked out, gazing at her in wonder. “You feel amazing wrapped around my dick.”

Ava gripped his wrist, holding his hand still. Her eyes locked with his. Deep green melting into dark blue. The warm, tranquil sea crashing into a cold, violent ocean.

He was ready to take her. To fuck her. To claim her. But for some reason, Kingston hesitated.

“Do you want this, Ava?” His voice was hoarse and low and goddammit, why was he even asking the question? “Do you want me?”

Ava’s eyes never left his. Her fingers dug harder into his wrist. Her hips rose upward in welcome, her legs wrapping around his waist just like in his fantasies. Jerking her head in a quick nod, a tear leaked from the corner of her eye.

It was her sigh of resolute defeat that nearly ripped his heart in two.

Kingston couldn’t help himself. He leaned over, licking that tear up, savoring its saltiness as he carefully eased his way into her body.

She stiffened at the feel of him, although she was so wet that at first, he glided smoothly.

But he was so big and she was so small. He was not far enough inside her. God, less than half of his cock’s length was in, and he was having doubts this would even work.

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