Page 90 of Filthy Savage

The need to unravel starts to overtake me. And the more he sees his effect on me, the more he tortures me. Lifting one of my legs, he pushes it to my shoulder while he sinks in slower, deeper, watching me as he does.

His other hand finds my clit, and he rubs it in slow, calculating circles while his cock spreads me wider for him. “Could watch this pussy take my cock all damn day.”

“Fionn, please.” I grip his bicep, and it ripples under my touch.

“Tell me what you need, little rabbit, and I’ll let you have it.”

I’ve never openly talked this way before, but right now, it doesn’t seem to make me embarrassed or self-conscious. “Please make me come.”

And as though I just opened the dam, he takes my other leg and pummels inside me, like I just unleashed a beast I can never put back. He never takes his eyes off me, and it all becomes overwhelming—both my body and my heart filled with overpowering sensations I never wanted, not after what I saw him do.

I attempt to close my eyes, needing a reprieve from my overwrought emotions, my release climbing to the cusp until I’m near the fall.

“Open your eyes,” his deep gravelly tone calls. “I want you to see what we are together. Don’t run from it.”

And from that moment on, I look into his eyes and I feel it: that chemistry between us, that pull I’m being sucked into.

His movements grow more urgent while he rubs my clit until there’s nowhere to go but down.

“Yes!” With both hands clasped to his back, I fall headfirst into the most intense orgasm, letting go of everything in this very moment.

“Fuuuck,” he growls, taking me faster, harder, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the room.

With his next thrust, he releases inside me, pounding deeper while I arch into him, wanting his depravity.

“Yeah, that’s it. That’s a good girl. Let me fill that cunt.”

When I squeeze my breasts together, he mutters a curse, grinding his teeth and slamming harder, hot spurts shooting inside me. His chest rises and falls as his rhythm slows. He lowers his body on top of mine, but makes no attempt to slip out of me.

He remains that way, keeping himself propped on an elbow, eyes on mine as he pushes a strand of hair away from my face.

The possessive look in his eyes as he watches me has me uneasy.

“Are you gonna…”

“Keep my cock buried inside you?” The husky timbre of his tone sends a chill down my body.

I nod.

“There’s no way I’m gonna waste a drop. I want you pregnant.”

Every hair on my arms prickles. “You really are serious.”

His teasing smirk does nothing to alleviate my anxiety. I can’t have another child. Not with him. Not now. This is just all too much.

“I never say anything I don’t mean, baby girl. Now let’s get some sleep.” He flips us so we’re both on our sides, facing one another.

And his cock, it’s still inside me.

He pulls the covers over me, tucking it around me. “Goodnight, baby. Tomorrow is the start of a whole new life. I hope you’re ready for it, Mrs. Quinn.”

Mrs. Quinn? Oh my God.

Amara Quinn.

Doesn’t have a bad ring to it.

The only problem is, I have no idea who exactly I’m about to marry.

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