Page 28 of Filthy Savage

Want to bury my face in her sweet cunt and watch her let go around my tongue.

“Yes, Fionn,” she cries, eyes shut, teeth scraping her bottom lip.

I let out a growl when hearing my name.

Fuck.

Her eyes instantly pop open, and at first, she doesn’t notice me. Maybe there’s a chance I can still save this. Watch her some more.

She gasps when our gazes connect.

Damn it. Too late.

“Oh my God! What are you doing here?” She yanks the blanket up to cover herself.

I snicker, pushing my way in. “Well, I was gonna stand here and watch you make yourself come thinking about me, but instead, I’d rather join you.”

Her face turns crimson, teeth nipping her bottom lip.

There’s no way I can deny her or myself now. Not when I’ve seen her like this, touching herself while saying my name like that.

“Chan eil mi làidir gu leòr,” I mutter.

My jaw clenches, cock throbbing painfully. All rationality slipping away.

“What was I doing to you, little rabbit?” I advance closer. “How was I fucking that sweet pussy?”

Her chest grows flushed.

So perfect.

“Were you bent over, gripping the sheets while I took you roughly from behind?” I advance another step, and she backs into the headboard, body trembling with each ragged inhale. “Maybe you were riding me, using my body how you like. Is that it?”

She nods.

And my control instantly vanishes.

“Fuck it.”

In a flash, I’m on her, grabbing her jaw and kissing her with everything I have. My fingers slide into her hair as I force my tongue into her mouth, sucking hers into mine.

When I back away, she swallows, trying to catch her breath.

“Fionn?” she whispers with a trembled breath. “What’s happening?”

My fingers are on my cuffs, undoing them quickly, needing her like oxygen.

She watches me as I start on the buttons, releasing the shirt from my body while she bites that damn lip. My eyes grow heavy-lidded. I want this woman badly enough I’d scorch the earth just to have her.

I fling my shirt over the chaise, stepping out of my shoes before I fall closer to her needy, irresistible body. As I stare down at her, my palm wraps around her throat.

“You’re watching me lose control.” I tip her chin up with my thumb. “I can’t resist you anymore.”

CHAPTER 8

FIONN

As soon asI say that, her breath hitches, brows furrowing. With one quick move, I snap the comforter free from her body, exposing every inch of her to my greedy eyes.

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