Page 33 of Savage Loyalty

"Harder," she begged. "Fuck me harder."

I redoubled my efforts, pistoning my hips. Sweat beaded on my brow as I pounded into her relentlessly. Delilah moaned loudly, her nails raking down my back. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling me deeper with each thrust. I could feel her pussy clenching around my throbbing cock, hot and slick.

"Yes, just like that," she panted. "Don't stop."

I gripped her hips, angling them upward to hit her sweet spot. Her back arched off the wall as I slammed into her, hitting her G-spot over and over. The wet sounds of our bodies colliding filled the room, punctuated by our ragged breathing and animalistic grunts.

"Your dick feels so good inside me," Delilah gasped.

With a growl, I grabbed the top of her dress and yanked it down roughly, exposing her heaving breasts to the cool night air. Her nipples pebbled instantly, begging for my touch.

I latched onto one breast, biting down hard enough to leave marks. Delilah cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure. I soothed the sting with my tongue before sucking her nipple forcefully into my mouth. I wanted to mark her, to claim her as mine even if just for tonight.

My hips never stopped their frantic pace as I lavished attention on her breasts. I alternated between biting, sucking, and licking, determined to leave vivid evidence of our encounter.

Delilah's moans grew louder, her fingers tangling in my hair as she arched her back.

I redoubled my efforts, circling my hips to keep hitting just the right spot inside her. Her walls began to flutter around me, signaling her impending release. I sucked hard on her nipple, flicking my tongue rapidly across the sensitive peak.

"Oh god, yes!" Delilah cried out, her body going rigid. Her inner muscles clamped down, squeezing me in rhythmic pulses as she came undone. I groaned against her breast, the intensity of her orgasm nearly pushing me over the edge as well.

I growled low in my throat as I reached up to gently wrap my hand around her slender neck. Her eyes widened, pupils blown with desire. I could feel her pulse racing beneath my palm as I began to move again, my hips snapping forward with renewed urgency.

“You’re mine, kitten,” I tell her as I tightened my grip on her throat, just enough to make her gasp as I come inside her pussy.

I pull my cock out of her pussy, and she hisses at the loss.

As I pulled my jeans back up, her words cut through the quiet, sharp and raw. "I hate you."

I looked up, catching sight of her as she straightened her dress, her hands shaking just enough for me to notice. Her hair was mussed, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes… her eyes burned with defiance, anger, and something she’d never admit.

My lips curved into a slow, knowing smirk. "Hate me all you want, kitten," I said, my voice low and deliberate. "Doesn’t seem to stop you, though, does it?"

She shot me a glare that could’ve sliced through steel, her fingers fumbling as she smoothed down the fabric of her dress. "You think this is some kind of game?" she snapped, her voice trembling with anger—or maybe something else.

"Game? No." I stepped closer, closing the distance she was so clearly desperate to put between us. My hand brushed her chin, tilting her face up so she couldn’t look anywhere but at me. "But don’t pretend you don’t know what this is."

Her breath hitched, but she jerked her chin away, her gaze darting to the ground as she shoved past me toward the door.

I watched her go, the sound of her heels clicking against the pavement sharp in the quiet alley. My chest tightened as I watched her push the door open, disappearing into the bar without another word.

"Hate me all you want," I muttered to myself, blowing out a stream of smoke. "Just means you’re still thinking about me."

But as the door swung shut behind her, the lingering ache in my chest reminded me that this wasn’t as simple as I wanted it to be. Not even close.

I stayed in the alley for a moment longer, letting the cold night air cut through the lingering heat that clung to my skin. Her words echoed in my mind—I hate you.

Yeah, right. If hate were all she felt, she wouldn’t have melted the way she did. Wouldn’t have let her hands grab onto me like I was the only thing keeping her grounded.

I took one last drag from my cigarette before flicking it to the ground, crushing the ember under my boot with more force than necessary. My jaw clenched as I pushed the door open, stepping back into the chaos of the bar.

The noise hit me like a wall—laughter, shouting, the thrum of music vibrating through the floor. My eyes scanned the room, catching sight of Delilah weaving through the crowd, her back stiff, her pace hurried as she rejoined her group.

I didn’t let my gaze linger. Couldn’t. Instead, I made my way back to the booth in the corner, the path clearing for me as it always did. People knew better than to get in my way when I was like this.

When I reached the booth, Chains was the first to look up, his sharp eyes narrowing as he took me in. “That was fast,” he said, his tone laced with amusement. “You scare her off already?”

Torch chuckled, leaning back with his arm draped lazily over the back of the booth. “Or did she scareyouoff?”

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