Page 90 of Savior

My lips parted to welcome his tongue, leaving me to wonder whether I’d always been addicted to his taste, or if it was a new development, like our decision to go to war.

When he pulled back, I brought my fingers down to his swollen lip with a wince. “Babe.”

“It doesn’t hurt.” He loosened his grip on my neck, dropping his hand to the clasp of my bra. “Is this okay?”

I slipped the straps from my arms and nodded. “Please.”

The bra fell between our bodies before Nate tossed it aside to join the forgotten ice pack. I ground my hips against him when his teeth scraped along my jaw before moving down to my breasts.

His hand moved from the middle of my back down to my ass, squeezing and palming my flesh with enough force to make me moan. He gave me a victorious smirk before lapping at my nipples until they were stiff.

I tugged on the waistband of his jeans, fighting through the haze of lust to find the button. As much as I wanted to lose myself to his touch, a part of me felt like I’d just slept through my alarm.

We were running out of time.

I tugged at his jeans before rocking back onto my heels with a growl of frustration.

Nate patted my thigh with a patient smile. “Move.”

When it became apparent that he wasn’t faring much better without the use of his right hand, I lowered myself to my knees. “I’ve got it.”

With a solid yank, Nate’s t-shirt sailed over my head and landed against the coffee table, and he arched his lower back as I tugged the denim down to join my clothes on the carpet. I shimmied out of my thong, before ultimately losing focus at the sight of his dick curving up toward his abdomen. The tip was already glistening with moisture, filling me with something like pride.

I did that to him.

“No,” he said, pinning my hands between his thighs as I reached for his solid length, imprisoning me with a shake of his head.

“But…” I pushed my tongue out, tracing a line around my top lip as I moved closer.

His hand came to rest against my cheek. “You put your mouth on my cock, and I’m coming down your throat, babe. I want this to be about you.”

I swallowed a moan as his hand threaded through my hair and he tugged, directing me onto his lap again. I rearranged the ice pack against his knuckles before straddling him. “What do you want?”

“To be inside you,” he said, his words barely controlled. “Is that okay?”

My eyebrows drew together in confusion at the repeated request until I realized he was asking for my consent.

As soon as I nodded, his middle finger moved between my legs in slow, deliberate strokes. I lifted my hips to control the speed of his movements, eliciting a low chuckle from his lips.

“So impatient,” he whispered, letting his head fall to my breast, his teeth roughly connecting with the sensitive flesh.

I was, too.

Here, we’d managed to find a sense of calm, but just outside, a storm was raging like we’d never seen before. Our enemy was at the gate, and if we had to come together like savages before going to face them, I’d take it.

I’d take it over not having him again.

“Fuck me, Nate,” I panted, rolling my hips forward in search of him. “Fuck me like you’ll never get another chance to.”

He didn’t question my logic; he didn’t tell me to stop being morbid. Instead, my husband pushed into me with a barely restrained growl. “Good?” He ground out between his teeth once he was fully seated.

I nodded dumbly, no longer capable of complicated things such as consonants and vowels.

He pulled out before thrusting back in slowly, giving my body a chance to accommodate all of him. When I began rocking against him, he pumped his hips faster, forcing me to keep up with the pace he set.

Nothing existed, but us and this stolen moment.

Our bodies quickly settled into a rhythm that left me gasping for air and clawing at the back of the couch.

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