Page 32 of Savage Devotion
Obsidian eyes glitter with what I can only guess is lust and arrogance.
“You would think I could get a little more appreciation after what happened tonight.”
His hand turns gentle as he takes my face in his hand.
“Then you should have made a proper citizen’s arrest and not done more damage to my shop. I am over the violence and mayhem of the biker life, Reaper. I’ve told you this.”
His lips are back on mine, his tongue sweeping across my lower lip. I don’t know what has me opening for him, but the second my lips shift open, he’s inside, claiming, taking.
Taking, taking…taking.
I shove my hands into his hair and tighten his thick, dark locks in my fingers until he feels the anger I carry inside me.
And then he returns the favor.
In all the chaos, my hair has come loose from the soft braid it was in to hang down my back.
Pressed against the shelf, I gasp when strong fingers clamp around my throat as his other hand gathers more of the long lengths of my hair. With full control over me, my sinful biker tilts my head up, taking my mouth in a crushing kiss.
Our tongues collide, and he steals the very air from my lungs. Our kiss ends and I gasp for more air as he takes his feasting down the side of my neck, his teeth an exquisite ache over the soft flesh.
“Liam,” I rasp.
“Let me hear my name again, baby,” he murmurs against my skin.
“Liam… what…?” I shudder in his arms when his lips lock onto my pulse and he sucks. “What are you going to do to me?”
I raise my lips and caress the tip of my tongue over the cleft dip in his chin. And then bite down.
“Fuck,” he growls savagely. “Now I know why I couldn’t get you out of my system. You’re tied to me. By blood. Forever.”
He presses against me until I can feel nothing but his hard, aroused body against my front and spines of tens of fantasies against my back.
I roll my hips and groan with need. Damn, he’s so hard. Just feeling him has me clenching with raw need. Feeling braver than I should, I reach between us and clamp a hand over his jean-covered cock and stroke a hand up his shaft, sending a flood of sticky juices to soak my thong.
Releasing my hair, those rough hands yank my skirt up and my legs are back around his waist.
“We have to stop doing this,” I groan but his hands are already roaming over the globe of my ass. I cling to him helplessly and gasp when his fingers dig into the plumpness.
“No,” he counters.
“But, Reaper, this can’t keep happening.”
I whimper when the hard length of his cock grinds into my covered pussy.
“Tell me to stop again and I will.” His eyes narrow into thin slits, but I see the dare shining through. He knows I can’t refuse any more than he can. Whatever this is between us has a life of its own. Neither of us is in control.
My heart jackhammers in my chest.
This time I’m the one saying, “No.”
My gorgeous biker pushes away from the shelf to hold me to him. Every move he makes grinds me against his cock a little harder. His lips slide down my jaw and my head falls back, giving him full access.
I cling to his muscles, running my hands over the rippling bulges. “Take me,” I demand in his ear before driving my fingers under the hem of his shirt.
I pull. Knowing what I want from him, he sheds his shirt, dropping it to the floor. Glorious dark muscles meet my hungry eyes and hands. I can’t stop touching. My fingers roam over every inch of his hard muscle and the new ink over his left pec. Savage ink. A crowned skull with a split viper curling through its jaw, fangs bared and dripping with venom. The skull sits above crossed daggers and is ringed by bayou vines and thorns, givingit a wild, Southern edge. Across the top reads: SAVAGE REIGN and along the bottom reads: NEW ORLEANS.
Every inch of his muscled abs, chest, and back meet the softness of my hands and the bite of my nails.
