Page 25 of Filthy Savage

I’ve never been a fan of my thighs. They’re too big. But right now, I don’t care one bit if he sees them. Sees any part of me.

“I came because there was no other choice. No way I can just let you go like that.”

“Oh God…” My head falls back as he continues to hike up my dress. “Touch me,” I whisper, my lips trembling, my core throbbing for everything I know he can give.

When the pad of a single finger traces my pussy, I buck and cry out shamelessly.

“Jesus. You’re not wearing any panties for me, love?”

“Hannah told me women don’t wear any with these types of dresses,” I utter breathlessly.

He groans, a slow-burning touch feathering my clit. My hands cling to his biceps, nails sinking into the muscle through his shirt.

“Remind me to give her a big fucking raise for that.”

“Fionn!” I cry as he firmly strokes me there, making me quiver, my eyes rolling back.

“Look at me, mo ban dia.”

And I do, too lost to keep wondering what those pretty words mean.

“Keep those eyes right here while I touch you.” He plays me faster, and I let out a series of moans. “Yeah, that’s it. Let me hear you beg for it like a needy fucking slut.”

My gaze widens at his words, but I don’t hate them. In fact, I like them. A lot.

Before I can analyze whether I’ve lost my mind, he thrusts his fingers inside me all the way.

“Yes!” My nails sink deeper into his flesh while I try to keep quiet so no one hears me.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growls, stretching me, sliding deeper with each stroke, and this intense feeling starts to burn inside me.

His hand around my throat tightens, the rhythm of his movements growing more urgent.

“Is this what you wanted?” His mouth feathers over mine, voice deep and hoarse. “What you needed?”

“Yes,” I cry out.

His palm tightens around my throat, igniting every dead inch of me. He rams deeper, and my knees buck from the sensation, inching through my entire body. His large, towering form overpowers me, and I like it. Like being in his control.

I don’t feel scared or suffocated. I feel free.

He thrusts faster, his thumb brushing over my clit. “Hear how wet this pussy is for me?”

I nod, toes contorting in pleasure.

Gradually, he pushes his body into me, arching his hips until I can feel his hard and heavy erection against my belly.

“Still doubt how bad I want you?”

“I—I don’t know…”

His jaw clenches, and he reaches behind him and allows the elevator to move once again.

Slipping his fingers out of me, he pulls them into his mouth, sucking my taste off of them.

My eyes fill with shock. Can’t believe he just did that.

Roughly he grabs my jaw, staring deep into my eyes and running those fingers over my lips. “Taste yourself.”

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