Page 63 of A Heart So Savage

Ava leaned into him, her mouth brushing his clenched jaw. While he quivered with restraint, she softly kissed the column of his strong, corded neck. Licking the tender spot below his ear, she followed it with a teasing nip of her teeth to his earlobe. When he groaned in response, her lips immediately moved to the front of his throat. She bit him there as well, rewarded when she felt his muscles tighten. The air thickened around them, heavy and fraught with sexual tension.

“Tell me what to do, Kingston. Tell me how I can please you.”

“You want to please me?” He hissed in disbelief.

Ava was so breathless with desire, she could not muster up the words to respond. She simply nodded until Kingston squeezed her wrists so hard she gasped at the sharp bite of pain.

“No, you don’t get to fucking nod your head when I ask you a question. I want to hear the words from your own sweet lips, Ava. Tell me what you want and maybe I’ll let you come afterward. It depends on my mood and how well you please me.”

“I will do whatever you want.” She damned herself with this show of submission, but ignoring how she felt every time she was in his arms was impossible.

Kingston’s face split into a wide smile. It was the smile of a predator who had finally caught a fragile doe after a long, intense pursuit.

“Get on your fucking knees for me, lamb. And open wide.”

ChapterTwenty-Four

Madness is a shared affliction for those in love.

Kingston’s heartnearly stopped when Ava nodded. Eyes locked on his, she slowly slid down the length of his body until her knees made contact with the cold, marble floor. With her wrists still caught in his large hand, her arms remained stretched high above her head.

Sick bastard that he was, he loved seeing her kneel before him. Keeping one hand tangled in her silky hair, his brow arched high. “What should you do next, lamb?”

Her chin jutted upward at the mocking tone in his voice. Obviously, she could not accomplish what was necessary when her hands were secured by his grip. “Your pants, sir.”

“Get on with it,” he chuckled, letting go of her wrists. He watched as she reached for his belt with trembling fingers. Unbuckling it seemed to take forever in Kingston’s heated mind. When she clumsily tried unfastening the button of his dress pants, he abruptly stopped her.

“Unzip me and pull my cock out through the opening,” he commanded in a raspy voice.

He was hard as stone for her already. Had been since she first appeared in his kitchen all fresh and pretty after being a fucking gorgeous mess for him the night before. It had been so hard not to shove the pancakes aside and eat her as a meal right there on his dining room table.

The corners of Ava’s mouth tilted upward.

Damn little brat.

She knew how badly she affected him and found it amusing. Any other time, he would have used that smugness as an excuse for punishment, but right now, he relished it. It was a sign that she was forming a small measure of trust with him.

And he was starting to cravethatas much as he craved fucking her.

Once she trusts me, protecting her will be easier. And when she hears the truth of her parents’ death and falls apart, I’ll be the one to put her back together.

The feel of her warm fingers unzipping his pants and gently grabbing his shaft brought his mind back into whip-sharp focus.

“Goddamn, your hands feel good,” he breathed out with a whoosh of air. Staring down at the top of Ava’s head as she focused on the task, Kingston felt a rush of tenderness. Dizzy with the unfamiliar emotion, he still managed to growl out commands. “Open your mouth, Ava. Wider. Keep your eyes on me. I’m going to stretch those lips until they are a custom fit around my cock.”

Ava’s eyes widened as he pushed into the recesses of her mouth. His girth stretched her lips apart, but his length had her choking on him.

“Easy, baby. Slow. Take me slow,” he murmured, resisting the urge to thrust down her throat until he exploded. “Relax your throat muscles and let me in all the way. There. Goddamn, right there.Fuck me…”

Kingston’s head fell back with the exquisite sensation of her tongue wrapping around him. The muscles of her throat clenched around his cock each time she swallowed without gagging. Closing his eyes, he savored the moment before focusing his attention on her. Her gaze was still on him as he had demanded, the deep green irises darkening to the color of the rarest emerald. Bracing one hand against the door to his office, he used the hand tangled in her hair to pull her down further on his cock.

Ava gagged, her fingers digging into the material of his trousers and gripping his thighs. But she did not stop him from surging down her throat nor did she break eye contact with him.

The sounds she made as she choked and gagged, the sight of tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, switched on something primal deep inside Kingston. He thrust forward again and again, using the grip of her hair as leverage.

“You like my cock down your throat, don’t you, Ava? You like how fucking crazy you make me. Suck me harder, baby. Make me believe you love being used like this.”

Ava responded by twirling her tongue around the head of his dick like she was sucking on a lollipop. Her hands tightened on his thighs, pulling him closer with a hum of pleasure.

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