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“You need what?” He growled.

“I need you, Daddy. I need you inside me. Please.”

Savage chuckled deeply. “What kind of Daddy would I be if I didn’t meet your needs? All of your needs.” He positioned himself at her entrance, locked his eyes with hers and he entered her, inch by delicious inch, filling her up with his hardness,stretching her around him like she was made for him and him alone. He grasped her hips and held on as he rode her from above.

"Oh fuck, sweetheart, you feel so good."

He began to thrust shallowly, then a little deeper, then shallow again. "Tell me how it feels," he growled in her ear.

"It feels so good, Daddy, but I need more," she panted. “You’re killing me. Please!” He didn’t change a thing. Slow and shallow, he was teasing her with his cock. It was sweet torture. She tried to roll her hips forward, to lift them off the bed and get him deeper inside. But his grip on her hips made it impossible to do anything but feel him. He set the pace; he controlled everything. Another wave of arousal washed over her as she realized she could do nothing but what he wanted.

“You’re mine, Savannah. Do you understand me? Mine to love, mine to protect, mine to fuck.” His words sent shivers down her spine as he picked up the pace: in and out, in and out, hitting her G-spot with every thrust. “I have never felt this way for anyone. You’re everything, Savannah. Everything I’ve ever wanted and...” He grunted, fighting for composure, “I love you too.”

Her heart swelled with his words. “Please, Savage. Fuck me. Show me how much you own me.”

Savage obliged. His hands continued to grip her hips for leverage as he began to move in and out of her, each roll of his hips sending shockwaves through her entire body. "I love it when you talk dirty, baby girl," he moaned, his breath hot on her neck as he dropped one hand to her clit, rubbing it in circles as he fucked her into the mattress. She felt herself spiraling out of control, the sensations building up to a fever pitch.

"Savage," she said, her voice shaking due to the intensity of her building orgasm, "Savage, I'm...I think I'm going to..."

He stopped thrusting and held very still inside her body for a few seconds before he started moving again. "You orgasm when I tell you too," he growled in her ear before biting down on her lobe. Savage didn't stop there though, he flipped her onto her stomach and slapped her ass cheeks before settling in again, sliding deep inside her from behind. His every thrust was deep and deliberate, plunging into her, taking her in a way that made her feel complete. Connected to him on a level that went beyond the physical. Her nails dug into the sheets as she was rocked from behind.

He smacked her ass a couple more times and reared back and slammed into her pussy.

That was all it took to send Savannah over the edge. Her orgasm washed over her in waves while her entire body shuddered around his length. He grabbed her by the hips and stilled her movement, driving himself into her even deeper.

"Scream for me, baby girl. Let it all out." His voice was rough with lust, and it sent shivers down her spine. With a primal growl, she let go and gave in to the pleasure coursing through her veins. She thrashed and screamed in abandon as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss vibrated through her. At some point, he must have orgasmed too, but she was so busy riding out her own pleasure, she didn’t hear him take his.

CHAPTER 17

SAVANNAH

After sex, Savage brought Savannah coffee in bed. Now, laying together, her fingers traced lazy patterns on his chest and her thoughts drifted to her sister, who she was meeting for lunch a bit later. "I can't believe how much has changed in such a short time," she murmured. "Nicole and Kayleigh... they're really okay to be on Valhalla? I know Nicole feels bad that she’s not paying some form of rent."

Savage nodded, his hand continuing to stroke her hair. "They are as safe and as welcome as they can be. The compound's locked down tight. No one gets in or out without their say-so, it's safer than many military bases I’ve been stationed at. Tell her not to worry about the money, there’s an abundance of it floating around Valhalla. In fact, it has one of the coolest HOA’s I’ve ever seen. The men who own the houses pay a monthly fee for water, electricity and trash. It’s the same amount every month. Regardless of usage. They split everything equally and no one complains. They really take care of each other."

A wave of relief washed over Savannah, but it was tinged with a hint of worry. "I saw how Slash looks at Nicole," she said, biting her lip. "He’s been hanging around a lot lately. I mean, I trust you guys, but..."

"But she's your sister, and you're protective," Savage finished for her.

Savannah nodded. "You don't know what she's been through, Savage. I’ve purposely not told you because she’s, my sister. You love me and that means you will do whatever it takes to protect those I love as well. I didn’t want you to get upset and go hunting him down or anything. Because you totally would. But her ex... he was a monster. He hurt her so badly, in so many ways." Her voice cracked, and she took a shaky breath. "I was so focused on our mom, I missed it. I missed his narcissistic controlling behavior. He was so kind to me and mom, but awful behind the scenes to her. Normally, I’m a good judge of character but when my mom was sick, I was consumed with her care and missed the red flags.”

Savage tightened his arms around her. "Hey, look at me," he said softly. When Savannah met his gaze, he continued, "You're not to blame in any of this and neither is Nicole. She and Kayleigh are part of a much bigger family now. They have the entire club watching out for them. In addition, I’m pretty sure Kayleigh has every single one of us wrapped around her pinky."

"I know," Savannah whispered. "It's just... old habits die hard, I guess. I've always felt responsible for Nicole, you know? Like I had to be the strong one."

Savage cupped her face gently. "You don't have to carry that weight alone anymore, little girl. We're family now, all of us. And family protects each other."

“What if she isn’t ready for a relationship? I haven’t talked to her too much about Slash… but…”

Savage thumb gently caressed her cheek as he nodded. "Sweetheart, I want you to understand something about Slash. He might look like a hardened badass, but underneath that tough exterior, he's one of the most honorable men I've ever known."

Savannah tilted her head. “Well, she did say he was nice."

Savage chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Slash, huh? He’s not usually described as ‘nice.’”

“She also said he’s…intense. You think he’s interested in her?”

Savage shrugged, though a knowing grin tugged at his lips. “Could be. Slash doesn’t make moves unless he’s serious. If he’s showing interest, it means something.”

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