Page 99 of Savage Crown

His hands are everywhere,rough and impatient, sliding down my sides, gripping my thighs, pulling me closer, deeper, until I can’t tell where he ends and I begin.

His mouth leaves mine,trailing down my throat, nipping at the sensitive skin, leaving marks that sting and burn. I arch into him, my nails raking down his back, drawing a low, guttural growl from deep in his chest.

“Rylan,”I breathe, his name a plea.

“Damn you,Seraphina. You drive me crazy,” he growls. His lips land on my nipple, and he bites it.

“Oh!”the pain and pleasure mingles, shooting up my spine and flowing into my head where I almost see stars.

“I wantto fuck you real hard, destroy you, and claim you,” he whispers in my ears. Despite his rough words, his lips is gentle against my earlobe.

“Rylan…”I call out in surrender, my eyes seeking his.

Our gazes lock,and for a moment, time stands still. He breaks eye contant as he grips my hips, lifting me, shifting me, until I’m exactly where he wants me.

His cock brushesagainst my wet cunt. We both groan and my toes curl.

“Fuck me,” I beg him.

“Little thief, you steal my sanity,”he moans through clenched teeth, eyes dark and wild with carnal desire as he plunges inside me.

“Fuck!”I scream, my body jolting off the mattress, clinging onto him as if he’s a my lifeline. My fingers claw at his shoulders, my legs wrapping tight around him.

He moveswith a rhythm that’s relentless, each thrust driving me closer to the edge, each stroke pulling a moan from my lips. His mouth finds mine again, swallowing my cries, his breath hot and ragged against my skin.

“I toldyou that you belong to me,” he growls, his voice rough, possessive, his hands tightening on my hips, holding me in place as he drives into me, deeper, harder, until I’m trembling, until I’m falling apart beneath him.

“Rylan! Yes!”I gasp, his name breaking from my lips like a prayer and a curse.

He growls,his forehead pressing against mine, his breathing ragged, his arms shaking as he holds himself over me. His mouth brushes my ear, his voice raw, broken.

“You will regret this,”he whispers, but there’s no conviction in his words, only desperation, only need.

I shudder,dragging my nails down his back, marking him, claiming him, just as he’s claimed me.

“I don’t care,”I breathe, my voice trembling with everything I’m feeling, everything I’m not saying.

He kisses me again,and it’s not a war anymore.

And when hefinally lets go, when he finally gives in, it’s with a growl that’s almost a roar, his body shuddering against mine, his hands gripping me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear.

We fall together,tangled and breathless, our bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of what we’ve done, what we’ve become.

And this time,when we fall?—

We fall together.

36

SERAPHINA

The surroundings is thick with the stench of sweat and something darker, something deeper.

The fire has long since burned to embers, casting flickering shadows along the stone walls.

But I don’t feel the cold.

Not with his warmth still on my skin.

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