Page 70 of Savage Desire

Can anyone seemefrom down there?

I glance down at the length of my body, quickly realizing we’re in public and I’m down to my bra and panties. As if sensing my thoughts, he reaches out, ripping my panties with ease before tugging at my bra until it snaps and the material flutters into nothing at my feet.

My face burns, excitement and disbelief coursing through my veins. “You do realize anyone could see us, right? Anyone could come up here and… and…”

“What’s the word, Polaris?” he asks, ignoring my panic, and I sigh.

“It’s wolf, but?—”

“Good. You say that if you want me to stop.” He reaches for my waist in the next breath, lifting me off my feet as he brings me in close so we’re chest to chest, and my legs instinctively wrap around his middle.

I groan at the feel of him everywhere as his mouth claims mine.

My hands dive into his hair as his fingertips leave impressions on my skin wherever he goes. I don’t know where he ends and I begin, or vice versa. All I know is I need more.

It’s like he can read my mind because a breath later we’re moving, thankfully not toward the balcony edge but to the bar. The cool wood beneath me makes me shiver, and when I relaxmy legs from around his waist, he stands tall, looking down at me laid out for him.

He trails his fingers down my face, over my collarbone, down between the valley of my breasts, before circling my belly button. My core clenches, a soft moan slipping from my lips, and he grins victoriously.

“Oh the things I’m going to do,” he breathes before crouching and swiping his tongue through my folds.

My back arches up off the table, another moan parting my lips as he swirls his tongue around my clit once before feasting on me like a man starved. He nips, he growls, he licks, he teases, leaving me a nervous wreck of taut need. Writhing at his touch, I try to grab on to something, but it’s impossible, my only option is his hair.

The second I tug at the ends he becomes feral, all but bending me in half as he holds my thighs toward my chest and sinks his teeth into my clit.

I scream, my orgasm tearing through my limbs as I struggle to breathe. When he’s completely wrung my body dry, he stands over me again, the victorious grin still on his lips, only now, they glisten with my release.

“Asher,” I rasp, asking for what, I don’t know, but a moment later, his hands are on my waist, pulling me to my feet again.

It takes me a moment to gain my balance, and it feels surreal, turning around so my bare chest is pressed against his as we breathe each other in.

His eyes turn darker, something I didn’t think possible, but it signifies the moment before he spins me on the spot. My fingers splay across the wooden top, desperate to brace myself as he tips my hips up, offering my ass to him.

Gasping for breath, the anticipation getting the better of me, I peer over my shoulder at him just as he reaches for the bottle of liquor off to the side. He tears the lid off, and before I realizewhat he’s doing I feel the cool liquid run down my back, followed swiftly by the press of his tongue.

My body clenches from head to toe and my breath lodges in my chest as he does it again. This time, he waits until it runs down between the globes of my ass before he swipes his tongue after the taste.

Holy fuck.

The bottle slams on the bar beside me and I feel the full length of his body press against mine as he does. The outline of his cock nestles against my skin, fueling the fire burning through my bones, and he quickly works the tip to my entrance.

I freeze as I feel the press of him inching inside. “Condom,” I rasp, glancing back at him, and he shakes his head. “Asher, condom,” I repeat, and his eyes find mine as he runs his hands over my sides.

“No.”

“Asher,” I gasp, but I don’t move. It’s a stare off, and I’m locked in. He nudges another inch inside of me, and I gasp. “Asher,” I repeat, and he tilts his head.

“Say the word.”

I run my tongue over my dry lips, watching him, and when I don’t say it immediately, he takes another inch, forcing me to suck in a breath.

“Asher.” His name is barely more than a whisper on my lips.

“Say the word, Polaris,” he repeats, giving me an out again, but I can’t find the strength. I don’t want to find the strength.

Instead, I surprise us both and thrust my hips back, taking him all the way to the hilt. I watch in awe as his eyes roll to the back of his head, his face tilting up toward the ceiling as his jaw falls slack.

I want to see that face again and again and again.

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