Page 94 of Savage Cravings

“Show me, little monster,” I whispered against her lips.

She whimpered, finally understanding what I meant. I leaned back slightly and watched as she moved her hand down her body slowly, seductively.

I tightened my grip on her nipple. She shot me a pained smile. As innocent as she appeared, she fucking knew what she was doing to me.

We groaned at the same time when she cupped herself.

“Gather up your juices,” I gritted out. Her fingers teasingly moved over her drenched pussy lips, gathering them like I asked her to.

“Offer them to me,” I said, twisting the hardened bud with every word.

She hesitated before holding her hand up. I wrapped my mouth around her fingers and her flavor instantly exploded on my tongue. Fuck, but she tasted so good. She watched me with dark eyes, her lips falling open every time I sucked.

“I want to taste you,” I said when I let go of her fingers. “I want to eat you out until you beg me to stop.”

Her breath caught at my words, and it didn’t look like she was going to say anything to that, but like the first moment I’d laid eyes on her, and every moment since, she surprised me.

“Why don’t you?” The dare in her voice was hard to miss.

I smiled a little. Silly girl. She wasn’t in charge, and she would learn that soon enough. “Not yet. Not here. Come back to the hotel with me.”

Her breath caught. I waited for her answer, sure of what she wanted. But what she wanted didn’t exactly align with what she was taught growing up, and with what society deemed acceptable.

I leaned down and kissed her neck.

“Maverick. I can’t… think… you’re…”

I smiled and brought the skin into my lips, determined she would bear my marks all over her body once this night was finished. I could already see the faintest hints of marks over her body, no doubt from Silas. If I had it my way, she would always wear our marks on her skin.

“What do you say?” I asked, my voice a low growl.

“Okay,” she sighed.

I rewarded her answer by biting her.

She tried to push me off, but I kept my lips on her, moving my hand down and cupping her between her legs.

I squeezed her, loving the way her arousal coated the inside of my palm.

“I’ll take you back, sweetheart. But first, you’re going to come for me. And you’re going to come hard.”

Without warning, I drove two fingers inside her, fucking her hard.

Her screams of pleasure filled the car as I kept up the pace, never letting her go, my need to feel her convulsing around my fingers overriding anything rational or reasonable.

“Maverick!”

“That’s right, baby girl. You like this, don’t you? You like it when I fuck you with my fingers. Look at your pretty little cunt. Crying for more. Crying for me.”

A sob escaped her lips and she lifted her hips, either trying to relieve some of the pressure or asking for more, I wasn’t sure. Perhaps both.

The palm of my hand slapped against her sensitive flesh every time I pushed in, and the squelching noise her pussy made from wetness grew until I knew she was close.

“Fucking come,” I commanded, and like the good girl that she was, she came apart. Wetness gushed out of her and into my palm, causing my dick to twitch.

I withdrew from her and played with her clit.

She made a protesting noise, trying to close her legs, but I stopped her with one hand on her thigh.

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