Page 99 of Savage Cravings

I lifted my hips against him, trying to get as close to him as I could. He placed one hand on my belly and pushed me down, keeping me still. The look in his eyes told me to obey if I wanted his lips.

I held still and tried to control my breathing.

He rewarded me by kissing and licking his way down my body. I let out a small yelp that quickly turned into a moan when he nipped at the skin on my side.

Finally—finally, he got to my mound. His lips moved over the surface, and his fingers came down to play, gently teasing the lips open for him. Then he covered me entirely with his mouth.

I threw my head back and screamed.

He hummed around me, the vibration nearly sending me over the edge. I tried to close my legs when the sensation suddenly became too much, but his body was in the way. Both hands clamped down on my thighs, holding me still for him as his lips moved relentlessly.

“Fuck, Maverick,” I whimpered.

“Does this feel good, little monster?”

I nodded frantically, pulling against the binding holding me to the bed as tears burned the corners of my eyes. “So, so good.”

“That’s it. Don’t hold back on me now. You were such a good girl for me, I think that deserves a reward.”

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the pillow when I felt his teeth around my clit, sucking it into his mouth before letting go and flicking it with his tongue.

How could this feel so good?

His hands left my thighs and moved up my body until he grabbed my breasts, fondling them in both hands softly, playfully. I arched more into his touch, my legs trembling.

“How close are you, little monster?”

I bit the inside of my cheek and nodded. He nipped at the outer lip of my pussy. I shrieked in pain.

“Words,” he said meanly. “I want your words.”

“Close,” I cried. “Please.”

“Then what are you waiting for? Come for me, baby.”

He went back to eating me out, his fingers rolling my nipples over and over and over.

I plummeted.

With a scream, I plummeted into the deep, dark abyss, unaware of my surroundings and of the monsters nearby.

I didn’t care, because this felt so good, and I just wanted Maverick to make me feel this good again.

I turned my head sideways and buried my face into the pillow, muffling my screams, when I felt him let go of my nipples, pushing his hand down between my legs, and driving one finger inside me. My toes curled, and I tried to edge away from him, from the sensation.

He followed me, never letting me go, and never offering any kind of mercy.

He prolonged the orgasm for as long as possible, leaving me completely drained, unable to do anything more than lie there.

“Fuck, baby girl. Look at how beautifully you came for me. I said this once, and I’ll say it again: You’re just so fucking perfect, aren’t you?”

Me? Perfect?

He was blind. I wasn’t perfect. I looked run-down most days from the life I’d lived so far, and he was…otherworldly.

There was just something so flawless, so utterly, captivatingly ideal about him and his brothers, and this perfect man thoughtIwas perfect?

I wasn’t going to correct him.

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