Page 72 of Greed: The Savage
He plunged his tongue inside her channel.
Addien screamed out.
Every muscle in her being forgot its function. As she found herself drained of her life force, Addien slumped into the mattress and lay there while he serviced her.
Her thoughts failed.
Addien stared sightlessly at the ceiling overhead, attuned to every glide of his tongue. Every swirl, every lick, every taste he took of her. Every drop he sucked into his mouth. The slick, wet sounds of his mouth filled her ears, erotic sounds of hot, torrid desire.
She’d never cared one way or another about making love. Now Addien found herself grateful for saving herself for this man.
Malric, who was as skilled and masterful in bringing her pleasure as he was in his duties here at the Devil’s Den, handing down a nearly life-ending punishments.
Addien let her eyes slide closed and tunneled on simply him and the wicked, debauched things he did to her with his mouth. The pressure between her legs throbbed and grew, a pleasure so exquisite it existed as pain. A pain that required her malevolent lover’s beneficence.
Addien stroked her fingers tenderly through his hair, rewarding his skill and efforts with her gentle touch.
“Malric,” she moaned, lifting her hips to meet each downward thrust of his tongue.
He didn’t speak. Every harsh gasp and inhale and exhale he made existed for her. His guttural groans of approval formed against her cunny.
Addien’s core throbbed. A tremble started deep within her.
I’m so close, I’m so close, I’m so close.
Malric briefly ceased his torture with his tongue and nuzzled his nose between her slit.
“Yes, you are.” His hungry, approving husked baritone thrummed against her curls. “You are so close.”
Hearing the masculine promise of what her body needed pushed her higher. Moaning, she panted his name as a prayer. “Malric. Malric. Malric.”
Of course, she’d revealed too much of her submissive state and, predator that he was, he’d never not pounce on that.
“Yes,” he panted. “It is I, Malric, your master and commander, the same man who is going to make you come.”
His words pushed her over. Throwing her head back, Addien screamed his name as her body splintered and exploded like a smoke powder explosion. She was fire from the inside out.
She would not survive. Weeping and panting, Addien tightened her fingers in his hair. She was all too happy to let this be the way she went. Only when he’d rung the last drop of exquisite surrender from her, and Addien fell into the folds of the mattress, did he wrench his mouth away.
Like an angry stallion whose mount had denied him too long, he climbed astride her, shoved his knee between her legs. In one swift, smooth glide, he buried his enormous length to the hilt.
Addien gasped as a sharp twinge briefly slipped through the pleasure.
Malric stayed frozen inside her.
Despite pain, she chosehim. “Don’t you dare stop,” she said, her breath coming hard and fast. “I do not want games from you.”
Malric braced above her, his weight steady on his elbows, his gaze locked to hers—dark with passion, but containing something deeper. “No games, love,” he said, his breath quick, chest rising and falling.
Love…
The word sank into her like a brand.
As he lowered his head, she lifted hers to meet him.
Their mouths found each other in a kiss that was deep and unhurried, searing not only her lips but some hidden place within her.
Love…
