Page 87 of Savage Desire

I hiss, needy for more as my hips desperately flex in his direction.

“Say it’s my pussy, Little Witch,” he rasps, swirling his finger around my clit, and I gasp.

“I thought this was you letting me take control.”

He cocks a brow. “We’re both being selfish, remember? If you want to ride my tongue and drench my face in your sweet essence, then you’re going to have to tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

I press my lips together, nerves getting the better of me because I know without a shadow of a doubt that the second I say those words, he’s going to claim them forever. Not just now, not just in this moment.

But fuck I want him to devour me.

“Don’t worry, Polaris. I can share,” he adds, as if reading my thoughts, and I nod.

“It’s yours.”

“What’s mine?” he pushes, teasing his finger just at my entrance, and I bite back a groan.

“It’s your pussy,” I whisper, my face an inferno as he offers me a salacious grin before dipping his tongue between my folds.

Sweet ecstasy floods my veins as he plunges two fingers into my core. My hips move, riding him desperately as he feasts on my center, sucking my clit into his mouth as he fucks me with his fingers.

I grab on to his shoulders, struggling for grip as his leather jacket twists in my grasp. My head is balanced against the tiles behind me, barely propping me up as I succumb to his touch.

The tingles start in my toes, shooting up my thighs and making every muscle tighten as it goes. Only when I’m a bundle of coiled nerves does my release find its peak, and I topple over the edge screaming his name.

He doesn’t slow his fingers until he’s wrung me dry, and only when he’s certain he’s tasted every drop of me does he lean back. “I didn’t know it was possible to have a kink for eating pussy, but here I am declaring your pussy as my favorite place to be,” he states, slowly rising to his feet. With one hand at my waist, he uses the other to brush my hair back off my face before stroking a hand over my cheek. “They feel as hot as they look,” he murmurs, referring to my blush with a grin on his lips, making it burn even brighter. “Do you even know how beautiful you are?”

I shake my head, crumbling under his assessment of me, and the smile disappears from his face.

“We’re going to have to rectify that, Little Witch.” He drops his hand to my waist, and before I can understand what’s happening, he’s lifting me off my feet. I cling to his neck, a squeak parting my lips, but I’m quickly lowered once more.

Staring up at him, a moment in time shifts between us, his eyes fixed on mine, my hands on his chest, and an understanding between us. An understanding of what, I’m not entirely sure, but I feel it nonetheless.

My eyelids dip, but burst back open when he spins me on the spot, kicking the cubicle door open and turning me toward the vanity with the row of mirrors offering a glimpse at my reflection. I manage to catch the counter with my hands to break my fall, but Wylder’s hold on me wouldn’t have allowed me to hit the deck anyway.

His eyes bore into mine through the mirror as he releases me to unbutton his jeans, the sound of the zipper sending echoes around the room, making my thighs clench once more. I watch as he tears a condom wrapper and slowly rolls it down his thick length.

I gulp, anticipation getting the better of me as he does it all with his eyes still locked on mine.

He lines his cock at my entrance, but doesn’t thrust inside as he nods at me through the mirror. “Look at your eyes, Little Witch. Look at how they glow brighter than ever when you’re drunk on your climax,” he breathes, and instead of staring at his reflection, I follow his order and turn to look at mine.

He’s right, my eyes are so blue some parts could be white right now. Like the foam of water as the sea crashes against the shore. I’ve seen it in pictures, but the reflection in my eyes is as close to the real thing as I’ve ever been.

“There you go. You see it, don’t you? That’s my girl,” he breathes before thrusting inside of me. He pushes all the way in and I groan, my pussy throbbing with desire as I scramble to hold on to the vanity.

He swirls his cock inside me for good measure as he leans closer. “Look at your cheeks now. That pink hue… fuck. It’s theshade of pink that sometimes paints the sky after a warm day, a promise that tomorrow is going to be beautiful.”

He doesn’t stop fucking me as he speaks every word, making the color brighten as he praises me, and my core tightens around him. “Now look at your perfect tits. Watch how they fucking bounce with every slam of my cock in your perfect fucking pussy,” he adds, and my gaze drops to his point of interest, watching as they sway with every plunge of his hips. The visual, combined with the sound of his skin slapping against mine, is intoxicating. My knees buckle, threatening to take me out, but he quickly winds a hand in my hair, tilting my head back. “And look at the way you bend for me. Perfection,” he snarls, his hips relentless as he claims me again and again and again.

My climax comes from nowhere, washing over me as every nerve ending bends to his will. I sense the moment he succumbs to it too, his hips jutting as he snarls his release.

I’m spent, the issues of the day a distant memory as I stare at the reflection of the man that continues to surprise me.

“I want to stay the night, Little Witch, but something tells me you need a break from us.”

I gape at him, ready to deny his statement, but I recall the few moments before he showed up where I promised myself to continue with the grimoire.

Fuck.

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