Page 128 of Filthy Savage

“Fionn? What are you doing in here?”

Moving closer, I slide the door open. “I wanted to check on you. We didn’t get a chance to talk about what you said at dinner.”

Her full lips curve. “And it couldn’t wait until I was done?”

“Absolutely not.” My gaze rakes every gorgeous inch of skin. “Because then you wouldn’t be wet and naked.”

Her breathing grows raspier as I step inside, grabbing her hips and roughly pushing her up against the wall, my cock hard and heavy against her stomach.

Popping her chin up with the back of my hand, I lower my mouth and brush my lips with hers. “I’m sorry, baby. Wish I could’ve helped you back then when you were young.”

Her warm exhales scatter across my jaw. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”

“That’s right. You are.” My fingers slope down her hip, stroking her clit as she moans. “You have me now, and you’ll never have to worry about anything again.”

“Fionn…” She gasps, her nails digging into my back as my fingers sink inside her, curling and thrusting as deep as they can go.

My mouth drops to her throat, kissing upward until I capture her lips with mine, working her cunt faster, until her walls clench and pull me in for more.

I wanna get lost in her. Lost in the way she makes me feel. Like I’m the luckiest son of a bitch who ever lived.

I swallow her cries of pleasure. And with another flick of her clit, her hands tighten around me, body quivering.

“Oh God! Yes!” A cry rips out of her, but I only increase my pace.

When her body starts to relax, I decrease my tempo, cupping her cheek with my other hand. “You’re so beautiful.”

She sighs breathlessly, lowering her head to my shoulder while I stroke my fingers up and down her back.

“Turn around. I’m gonna brush your hair.”

“Mmm, okay.” I grab her hair comb from the built-in shelf and start to comb her hair from the bottom, working upward, making sure every knot is out.

“You’re good at this.”

“You sound surprised.” I clasp her stomach and push her back into my front.

“Well, you don’t have long hair.” She glances at me from over her shoulder with a teasing smile.

“It’s something I learned from Iseult when we were young. She taught me how to brush Eriu’s hair after our mother died when she was five.”

“Oh…I’m sorry.”

“I know you are.” I kiss her shoulder. “But it was a long time ago.”

“I’m sure it still hurts.”

It does.

I continue to brush her hair, and she shuts off the water when I’m done. Grabbing a towel, I proceed to dry her off, taking my time, looking into her eyes as I take each leg over my propped one, the towel drifting up and between her thighs.

She bites the corner of her lip when I dry her there. Grinding my molars, I force myself to behave, even though it’s nearly impossible.

I want her so goddamn bad.

Lifting her into my arms, I carry her out into the bedroom.

“Is that how our showers are going to go from now on?” A smile sneaks over her face. “You carrying me out?”

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