Page 24 of Savage Desire

I can’t deny it, but it’s more than that. It’s…

“Fighting is in my blood, Little Witch. In the ring, in the locker room, in the girls’ bathroom,” I rasp, forcing myself to lift my gaze to hers.

Her blue eyes are dark, like the sky just before dusk falls. Her pupils are blown, a sweet dusting of pink falls over her cheeks, and I know she understands what I’m saying.

She blinks at me, but the lust burning in her eyes doesn’t diminish. If anything, it burns more intensely. “You’re messing with my head, Wylder,” she admits, defeat tightening her shoulders, and I snicker, lowering my hands to grab the back of her thighs, forcing her to spread her legs, but the second I do, they instinctively wrap around my middle.

Fuck.

“That makes two of us,” I grunt, eyes fixed on her mouth as she drags her tongue over her plump lips.

She scoffs. “I haven’t done anything, Wylder. I?—”

I crush my lips to hers, done with the pointless conversation. Her mouth molds to mine, battling for control, but I refuse to back down. Swiping my tongue at the seam of her lips, she concedes, a groan tumbling out as I claim her mouth.

The bite of her finger nails at the nape of my neck leaves me moaning my own pleasure as she draws me closer.

“Wylder…”

My name on her tongue flips the switch on the detonator inside of me. All I see is her, all I feel is her, all I want is her.

Pinning her in place with my hips, I release her thighs to tug at the waistband of her sweatpants, pulling her panties along with them to reveal the soft skin of her ass. She gasps at the contact between us, the sound growing louder and needier as I find my way to her core. The material of her sweatpants is bound around her knees as I adjust her again, practically folding her in half to gain better access. It means tearing my lips from hers, but it’s worth it when I feel her folds damp with desire.

“That’s my Little Witch,” I rasp as I sweep my fingers through her folds, and her deathly grip moves to my arm, holding on with all her might.

With my hips hooked just right and my right hand pinning her in place, I dig into my pocket with my left hand, my veins flooding with relief when I feel the foil of a condom in my pocket. I tear at the packet with my teeth, eyes fixed on hers the entire time, waiting for her to try and tell me no, but it doesn’t come. Not as she watches me drop the wrapper to the floor, not when she hears the tear of my zipper, not when she senses me rolling the latex down my length, and not when I shift us once again so the head of my cock nudges at her entrance.

Her warmth wraps around the tip of my dick and I succumb to the desire coursing through my veins.

I claim her, inch by inch, breath for breath, need for need.

I don’t stop until I’m rooted inside her to the hilt, and it takes everything that I am to freeze in place once I make it there. I press my forehead against hers, my breaths stuttering as much as hers until she whispers my name again.

“Wylder… I… please…”

Groaning, I follow the silent order in her plea, retracting all the way to the tip before I slam back inside of her. She claws at my arms, hips flexing naturally to try and meet my thrust, even though the tangling of her pants makes it difficult.

Every cry from her lips is a force to be reckoned with, drawing me deeper, harder, faster. Any restraint I may have had is gone, lost to the vixen before more as I slam into her again and again and again.

She might not be a virgin anymore, but she’s tight as hell. All mine for the taking.

“I-I’m so c-close, Wylder, b-but someone might c-come in,” she stammers, her pussy clenching tight around my cock, and my head falls back, a grin spreading across my face as I soak her in.

“Your screams will keep them away,” I grunt, my pace unwavering as I take what’s mine. The door is locked, but I wouldn’t care regardless.

Wide doe eyes settle on mine as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, trying to defy me and stop the whimpers from escaping her lips.

Fuck that.

My muscles strain as I give her everything I’ve got, slamming, claiming, taking, and with every thrust of my cock her cries grow undeniably louder.

“That’s it, Little Witch. Finally, fucking finally, come on my dick. Let me feel your pretty little cunt convulse around my cock. Drench me in your release, leave your scent on me for everyone to know,” I growl, holding back my own release, refusing to tumble before she does.

Her cries of pleasure grow hoarse as her head falls back, nails so tight on my flesh I’m certain she’s drawing blood, but it’s the tightening of her pussy that completes me.

Wave after wave, ripple after ripple, she falls, colliding with ecstasy and pleasure over and over again, and it’s impossible to draw it out for a second longer. Thrusting into her one final time, I stop holding back, finding my own release as euphoria clings to my bones, marking me as hers.

When the world comes back into focus, we’re a smattering of limbs pressed against the wall, perspiration beading between us as we both struggle with shallow breaths. Leaning back, I find her half-mast gaze already settled in my direction.

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