Page 71 of Savage Prince

With the hollow in my chest only growing deeper, I attempt to stand for a second time, and now, I manage to remain on my feet with my hand brushing the sunbed to steady myself. My wet clothes from two days ago hang from a hook on the wall. They smell like the lake but at least they’re dry. I rifle through the pocket, searching for my wallet, but it’s gone.

I was certain I had the wallet two days ago, didn’t I?

Scanning the boathouse, I glance at the countertop where I’m certain I left my gun. It’s gone too. Good. At least she’ll be armed. As I continue scanning the empty space, I find the remnants of the bottle of Sambuca and my ribs tighten, my lungs constricting from the pressure. Heated memories surge to the surface, those puckered pink lips, the way my hand perfectly fit her breast, her body molding to my own as she ground her hips against my cock. Smoldering heat races beneath the towel, and my cock thickens at the vivid images.

Dio, the things I wanted to do to her… More than that, it was the onslaught of long buried emotions she elicited. I never thought I could feel that way again. She stayed when anyone else would have run away screaming. She came back for me, risking her life to search for me in that blazing inferno. Her teasing smile fills my vision, but I blink quickly to chase it away, the wounds too raw. Maybe in another lifetime, Serena Valentino.

The door whips open, and Serena barrels in, her brilliant blue eyes wild. My breath catches, all the air siphoning from my lungs at the sight of her.Cazzo, am I hallucinating? “Serena…”

She drops her shopping bags on the floor, then throws her arms around the back of my neck and her mouth claims mine, devouring my lips. It doesn’t matter that I’m dizzy and barely standing because right now all that I know is that she’s here, her body flush against mine, her breaths as ragged as my own. My hands cup her ass, in a pair of jeans I don’t recognize, and I tug her firmly against my cock which has now gone painfully hard.

“I thought you were gone,” I murmur against her lips as she draws back to catch her breath.

“And I thought you were dead.” The fear in her eyes has an unfamiliar sensation sparking in my vacant chest. Her lips capture mine again, leaving no room for further discussion.

I run my hands down her thighs and lift, twining them around my waist. Only I forget how weak I am, and the room shifts, the floor coming up to greet me. I whirl around to take the brunt of the fall and hit the wooden floorboards with a smack. Serena topples down on top of me, her legs tangled with mine. She’s laughing, her lips parted against my own.

Everything hurts like hell, but I don’t utter a sound, too scared to ruin this moment. She straddles me, the towel around my waist coming undone as she wriggles over me. It’s impossible to hide how excited I am to see her. Her eyes drift down to my cock, and a smirk crawls across her perfect mouth.

“Someone’s definitely feeling better.”

“I am now that you’re here.” Which reminds me… “Where did the medicine come from? And your new clothes?”

Her slender fingers throttle my cock, and she slides down my legs, eyes glittering with lust. “Fuck now, talk later.”

“Whatever you say,tesoro.”

Her tongue flicks at the tip of my cock, and I nearly crumble at the sight as she licks and nibbles, teasing me for an endless moment until she takes all of me in her mouth. “Fuck, Serena,” I groan, “you look so good with your lips wrapped around my cock.”

Long, blonde locks cascade across her shoulders as she watches me, head bobbing. She runs her tongue down my shaft as her free hand plays with my balls. They’re already tightening, seconds from release.

“You are the most exquisite woman I’ve ever seen.”

She comes off my cock with a wet pop, lips curving into a grin. “I think you might still be under the effects of the pain meds.”

“No. The sight of you with my cock in your mouth is a work of art. Your lips, your eyes so full of heat and desire,merda. Just one taste and you’ve ruined me,tesoro.”

Serena laughs, the sound vibrating through my dick, and I draw in a sharp breath to keep from coming too soon. She continues bobbing, licking and sucking until raw, powerful heat rushes my veins. But I’m not ready yet…

Sitting up, I frame her face with my hands, despite my cock cursing at me and draw her mouth to mine. She tastes like me, tangled with her sweet flavor. “It’s your turn,” I whisper against her mouth.

Her eyes light up, pupils dilated, and a sexy grin has my cock straining against the denim of her jeans. Before I flip us over, Ilay the towel out beneath her, then gently place her atop it before I get to work on the zipper.

As I drag the crisp denim down her legs and find new silk panties beneath, I’m beginning to understand where my wallet disappeared. And I couldn’t care less. This woman could rob me blind, and it still wouldn’t begin to make up for the hell I put her through.

My hungry gaze catches on a flash of purple ink decorating her inner thigh. I’d noticed something the other day, but I’d been too ravenous and delirious to focus. It’s the tattoo she mentioned. My thoughts fly back to our conversation…

I’ll let you see it when you let me go.

You said I’d be dead soon after…

Maybe it’ll be the last beautiful thing you see.

And in this moment, I’m perfectly alright with that. If I’m about to meet my end, at least it’ll be between the warmth of her thighs.

Her eyes catch mine, focusing on the direction of my gaze. “I guess you lucked out. You got to see my tattoo earlier than expected.”

“I hope this doesn’t mean I’ll die tomorrow.” A rueful chuckle escapes, but it’s not entirely far from the truth.

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