Page 100 of Savage Hope

Thankfully, she doesn’t try to move out of position again, and the questions stop as I drop to my knees behind her, skimming my fingers over the hem of her skirt that barely covers her bare pussy. Moving higher, I palm the globes of her ass, enjoying the way she leans farther into the fence, perching herself out to me for better access.

If she’s a virgin now, she must have been a sex goddess in another life because she’s writhing already.

With the new angle, I lean forward, swiping my tongue along her exposed core, and she whimpers, a sound that will forever be etched into my memory.

She’s sweet. So fucking sweet, just like Wylder promised.

I tease her a few more times, but it’s clear Wylder has already made her come, so she’s ready for me, and I want to time this perfectly with the fireworks. As if sensing my thoughts, the lights below grow dim in preparation and I quickly rise to my feet, undoing the button of my pants before I line up my cock with her entrance.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to offer her a final out, but she rises up on her tiptoes, tilting her hips at the perfect angle as I sheath a condom down my length.

“Bite my arm,” I rasp, and she glances back at me in confusion as I extend my arm around her neck, grabbing onto the opposite shoulder.

“What?” she asks, but I’m done talking. Instead, I push past the final veil of resistance between us, relishing at the feel of her teeth sinking into my arm as I fill her completely.

The moment I’m all the way in, I freeze. Maybe for her, but definitely for me.

She’s too fucking tight. I will come without moving another inch if I don’t give myself a second.

Her muted whimpers against my flesh are almost diminished by the first whistles of the multi-colored fireworks popping off in the distance, but I still hear them.

Resting my head between her shoulder blades, I try to count to ten, but she’s wiggling before I reach five. “I’m trying to go easy on you,” I rasp against her skin, and she shivers.

“If I wanted easy, I wouldn’t be giving it to you,” she mutters back, her lips moving along my skin.

Fuck.

Flexing my other hand on her waist, I slowly pull my cock all the way out, noting a few spots of red on the condom.

Holy fuck.

One glance at the blood and everything turns red in my vision. I grow more feral with every second, and the strength needed to keep myself at bay becomes harder to control.

“Please move,” she begs, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“I can’t.”

“Please, Linc.”

“If I move an inch right now, I’m going to fuck you without restraint, and you deserve at least a little of it,” I bite, and she glances back over her shoulder again, ignoring the fireworks before us as her eyes do all the talking.

I’m definitely going to hell for this, but with the glimmer in her eyes, she’ll be right there with me. I slam back into her with the same force as the first stroke and her teeth bite down on my flesh again. The world disappears around us as I fuck her. Really fuck her, just like she wants.

She matches every thrust of my cock head-on, crying out against my arm as I feel her core tense and her release flood our connection.

I tighten my hold, keeping her upright as her body goes lax, and just when I think she’s done, she spasms around me again, leaving me no choice but to fall over the cliff with her.

Ecstasy burns through my veins as my movements become staggered, claiming every inch of her orgasm along with my own. The fireworks reach their crescendo in the distance as we lean on one another, letting the weight of the sizzling tension ease.

I don’t want to move. If anything, I want to go again, but even if I am able to convince her, I know a new condom would be needed. Pulling out, we both tremble at the loss, and I release my hold on her to discard the condom.

Stepping back, a hint of gold flashes on the ground, pausing my movement as I blink at it.

The desire that coursed through me moments ago dissolves into nothing as I slowly reach down to grab it. Standing to full height, she turns to face me, spying the item in my hand. Her eyes grow wide with panic, and she pats at the pockets of her skirt. Realization washes over her and she tries to grab it from my hand, but I close my fingers around it before she can make contact.

Taking a step back, I level her with a pointed glare.

“How do you have this?”

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