Page 89 of Filthy Savage

“Keep touching me.”

His stare is deep and intense, and my skin prickles—not from fear, but the demand in his tone, the need within it. I allow myself to touch him more, tracing past his lips, down his thick neck. His abs contract when my fingertips trace each one. He must enjoy the gym to look like this, all built and muscular.

“Fuck.” His palm snaps to my ass, and he squeezes it hard as his eyes line with mine. “I need you, Amara.”

My heart beats faster, every inch of me wanting this too. “Then have me.”

In a flash, he flips me over, fitting his large, towering body over mine. His gaze turns soft, yet there’s nothing soft about a man like him.

But when he brushes his rough knuckles down my cheek, I forget. I forget all the reasons this is wrong, and I kiss him. I kiss the man I remember. The man I wanted so badly on that island.

He returns the kiss with equal fervor, fisting locks of my hair, his tongue roughly swirling with mine. When I feel his cock at my entrance, I realize he has no condom.

Pulling back breathlessly, I search his eyes, wanting nothing more than to get lost inside them, the green hue as vivid as I remember. “You need a condom.”

He chuckles, mouth locking to my throat as he kisses me there, teeth marking me before his tongue takes the sting away. When he returns his gaze, there’s something darker there. Something predatory.

“No, I don’t, little rabbit.” His thumb rolls across my bottom lip, his eyes following the movement. “Tomorrow, we’ll be married, and I plan on filling you up until we have another baby together.”

“What?” My eyes widen while he grabs his cock and pushes the tip inside me. The cold metal of his piercings only heightens the sensation. “You wanna get married and have a child together?”

His smug half-smile makes me both turned on and livid.

“That’s right.”

“You’re crazy.”

But in the back of my mind, I kinda want it too. Does it make me nuts?

“You keep saying things I already know.”

He chuckles all gravelly as he pushes another inch inside me, and I groan, needing this so badly, even as I try not to show just how much.

“You can’t get me pregnant when we barely know each other.” My voice grows raspier, trying to hide how good he’s making me feel, but that only makes him look smugger.

“You know everything there is to know, Amara. There’s nothing left.”

“Somehow, I find that hard to believe.”

“Come on now, baby girl…” He sinks even deeper, his lips latching on to my throat. “You trying to act like your pussy doesn’t like this is only turning me on more.”

As I shake my head and attempt to roll my eyes, he thrusts himself all the way inside until I’m bucking and cursing out his name.

“Oh God! Yes, please!”

“Now that’s more like it.” He tugs my head back, my hair still in his grasp, but his movements stop. “Please who?”

“W-w-what?”

“Please, Fionn… Please, sir.” His nose rolls up my neck, and goose bumps spread over my arms. “Please, husband. You choose.”

“You’re not my husband.” I gasp as he rolls his hips.

“Not yet.”

He slips out and rams back in, causing my eyes to roll back.

“Oh God!”

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