Page 4 of Saving the Sautiitions

I hear him growl as I stand, stepping out of the skirt and turning to face him. He grabs the front of his shirt, shredding it from his body in one swift movement, and I want to faint. His chest is heaving already as he stares at me, and I squeeze my thighs to prevent my leaking core from dripping down my body.

“Come here.”

The commanding tone almost has my eyes rolling in my head. I hate being told what to do. It’s my job to tell others what to do, but when Vahru does it? I’m a mushy, sopping wet puddle at his feet. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of enduring, and it takes everything in me not to run to him, to obey his every demand.

I slowly walk over to stand in front of him, looking up at him from under my lashes. He gives me that feral smile, and my core weeps for him. What should be creepy, and would be if he wasn’t my man, turns me the fuck on. I drop to my knees, my legs unable to hold me up anymore.

My hands slowly slide up his legs, stopping as my fingers hook into his waistband. I give him a pleading look, and he nods, permitting me to do as I wish. I untie his pants, tugging them so they fall around his feet. His cock nearly takes my eye out, and honestly, if it did, I’m not sure I’d be all that mad. It’s a thing of beauty.

I don’t even ask permission before leaning over and sliding him as far into my mouth as he’ll go. He hisses at the contact, a hand fisting in my hair and pulling at my scalp. I suck hard as I pull back, sliding my tongue into the slit of his tip. He groans, his cock twitching between my lips, and I once again slide him all the way into my mouth. He hits the back of my throat, causing me to gag as I pull back.

I swirl my tongue along his tip, noting how velvety soft it is compared to the ribbed feeling of the swirls along his shaft. He leans down, catching my chin in his hand and lifting my face. He pulls, forcing me to stand, and I comply, staring into his swirling eyes. I’ll never tire of looking at them, especially not when they’re so full of love for me like they are now.

“Lie on the bed for me. Put your arms out. Don’t move.”

I crawl up onto the bed, doing as he says. He steps around the side of the bed and ties my hands in place. I pull on it to see how tight it is. I have a small range of motion, but not much. He doesn’t tie my legs, and I realize why as he crawls up the bed, settling himself between my legs, propping my knees up on either side of him.

He pauses, looking at me intently for a moment, his eyes skimming over my tied wrists and back to my face. “Are you comfortable? I probably should have asked permission first-”

“Baby, please. If I didn’t want this, I wouldn’t have complied. I trust you. Implicitly. I know you would never hurt me on purpose, so I have no reason to fear you. If I change my mind, I promise to tell you, okay?” I give him a sweet smile, my heart bursting at the seams for him. He got so caught up in his own lust and love for me he forgot to be a gentleman, but had the presence of mind to pause and apologize for it. He’s the best thing to ever happen to me. At this point, I’ll do anything for him.

He leans over me, cupping my face. The look in his eyes is pure love, and I have to fight back tears at how deeply it affects me. “I would never hurt you. I just… I just want to please you, and see you relaxed and happy. You are always in control. You are the one handling everything, so others don’t have to. Let me do that for you now. You trust me to take care of you, right?”

I lift my head, puckering my lips for him. He chuckles as I can’t quite reach and leans down to meet me. “Of course I trust you, one hundred percent. I am yours to command.”

He lets out a small growl as I giggle; the sound swallowed by his searing kiss. Mere seconds and he’s back to his horny, demanding self, trailing kisses down my body as he stops to lick and nip at all the right places. I’m a squirming, panting mess as he reaches the apex of my thighs, stopping to inhale my scent.

“You are mine.” His words are a harsh growl that I almost don’t understand before he dives in, devouring me as if I’m his favorite dessert. I nearly scream as he nips my clit, causing my hips to buck. I’m lost for words as his fingers slip into me and hit all the right places. Within minutes, I’ve come more times than I can count and I’m begging for him to fuck me.

After the third time I’ve asked, he slowly kisses his way back up my body, his hair tickling my sides as he slides up, his hands supporting him on either side of me. When he finally reaches my face, he leans close enough for our lips to brush, but doesn’t kiss me, opting to tease me instead.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” His voice is deep, almost a whisper, and I visibly shiver at the sound. My eyes flutter closed, and he rubs his lips against mine, his body slowly sinking, our skin touching in all the best places. He grinds himself against me, purposefully avoiding sliding inside of me.

“I would have thought you’d want a little more.” He chuckles as I writhe beneath him, moaning and panting for more as he teases me, but everything feels so good, I can’t even think about what I want. My brain is absolute mush, and all I can do is feel.

He pulls back, lifting his body off mine to sit on his hands and knees. I can’t stop the whine that leaves me, my hands pulling at the restraints as I try to pull him to me.

“What do you want now?” His amused tone is annoying. He’s enjoying this far too much. I sigh in agitation, pulling harder with my arms, trying to break whatever he tied me with, but of course, I’m too weak.

“Just touch me. Please.” My voice is hoarse, breathy, as I struggle to think of anything else to say. I want him to do everything to me, but as long as he’s touching me, I think I’ll be satisfied.

“Is that all?” He sits back on his haunches, running his nails down my thighs, making me shiver. “Tell me what you want, Kari. Say it.”

His nails gently scrape over my skin, causing goosebumps and shivers to break out over my body. His tail lashes, tapping my foot as he leans over, his nails sliding up my sides to my breasts. God, I can’t think.

“Please… just… please.”

“Please what? Tell me,” he commands, his voice loud and harsh. I jump at the volume, but it clears my mind enough to speak coherently, despite his ministrations on my body. He pinches my nipples, and I gasp, arching into the contact.

“Please don’t stop! I want you, all of you. Touch me, fuck me. I want everything, Vahru!” I practically scream the words as he continues to wring pleasure from my body. When my eyes open and meet his, I see his cocky smirk, and I nearly flashback to the day I met him. My heart squeezes, and I gasp as he throws himself over me, startling me.

His nose is brushing mine, his hair curtaining our faces in as he grins that feral grin at me. “I love hearing you beg for me.” His lips crash into mine, nearly cutting them on my teeth. It’s not sweet or even soft, it’s a rough devouring of each other's essence.

His body lies on mine, his cock sliding against my core, and I groan. My legs lift and wrap around him, my hips shifting to invite him in. He grips my hip with one hand, lining himself up. His face buries in my neck, teeth nipping at my skin as he drives home, hard.

That’s all it takes for me to come undone, screaming as my orgasm barrels through me at an unrelenting speed. My thighs clamp down, pinning him in place as I convulse slightly, the intensity like none ever before. He kisses the spot on my neck before leaning back to look into my eyes.

He watches me, waiting for my grip on him to ease so that he can continue, but he’s no more gentle than before. He pounds into me with a force that should hurt, but only has me begging for more. I pull at the restraints on my arms, dying to sink my fingers into his luscious hair and pull.

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