Page 97 of Savage Reign

She was beautiful.

And all mine.

I reached down and traced one finger around the hardened nipple, watching as her eyes darkened.

“Maverick,” she muttered softly.

“For being my good girl, I am going to make you feel good.”

She let out a soft exhale. “Okay.”

I laughed, leaning down and kissing her once more.

She tasted sweet and addictive. And all mine.

All fucking mine.

My lips moved down from her lips to her chin, then to her neck, sucking on the skin there hard enough that I was sure it would leave a hickey.

She went soft beneath me as I went further south, taking her nipple into my mouth as my hand cupped her. I played with her slicked lips, and her hips lifted slightly, making it easier for me. My other hand moved to the next nipple, giving it the same treatment.

A slight, pleasurable sound escaped her lips when I rolled the hardened nub between my teeth, my fingers finding her clit.

I pulled back and looked up to meet her eyes. They were dazed and dark, standing out against that porcelain skin and long blonde hair of hers. I smiled a little.

She reached down and played with my hair. “What?”

“I was just thinking about Silas’ nickname for you.”

“And you find that funny?”

I shook my head. “No, I just thought how sacrilegious it feels for the devil to corrupt the angel. My churchgoing father wouldn’t have approved.”

“Your father was religious?”

She sounded shocked. I didn’t blame her. If heaven and hell existed, my bastard father would be spending an eternity in hell as we speak. And more likely than not, my brothers and I would join him at the end of our lives.

“As religious as a made man could be, I suppose.”

She shook her head. “Let’s not talk about your father while you’re touching me.”

A laugh escaped my lips. “You’re right. In this bed, it’s just you and me. Let’s not let anyone ruin it for us.”

I kissed further down her body, stopping when I reached her soft stomach.

I leaned down and kissed it, and she tensed. I looked up at her questioningly. “Okay, baby?”

She didn’t answer me right away. Then she let out a small sigh and relaxed on the bed once more. “Yes. Keep going.”

I pressed another kiss on her stomach as she ran her fingers through my hair. Dipping my tongue in her navel, I looked up and met her eyes. They were soft.

“I love you,” I said. The words were getting easier to say with each day that passed. I fucking loved her, and I didn’t want her to go even a day without hearing it from me.

“I love you,” she said back, with no hesitation. Those words and the way she looked as she said them… I would start a war for those words. And that seemed to be more true now than ever. I was going to start a war with Sebastian Cline. I wouldn’t fucking rest until he was gone, and she was safe.

She cupped my cheek. “Where did you go?”

I shook my head and leaned toward her hand, kissing the inside of her palm. “Nowhere. I’m right here with you.”

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