Page 70 of Greed: The Savage
“Yes,” she wept.
Thornwick slipped a hand between her legs to test her wetness.
The groan of a beast shook his being. “My God, you are so wet for me.”
Where she defied him in every statement, in this instant, he’d rendered her speechless. Catlike mews and purrs bubbled from her lips. She was a dying woman fighting for her last breath and Thornwick pounding inside her hot, wet heat, was all that could restore her.
He teased her entrance with his fingers. He played with her folds, and rubbed her slowly until she was driving her hips, humping his hand and clinging with her arms tight around his neck while she sought surcease.
God, she was on fire. Sweat fell from his brow. While he kept up his pace inside her, he grabbed her hand and pulled it between his legs, guiding her fingers where he needed them most.
Addien instantly latched her fingers about him, squeezed with a strength that stole his breath, and began to stroke him.
“Bloody hell,” he gritted out. “I want your naked fingers on me.” Cursing quietly, he frantically lowered his falls. His length instantly sprang free, and she knew precisely what he wanted and found him with her small but capable hands. They stroked one another, holding onto each other, clinging to one another for all they were worth. While they pleasured each other, they grunted and panted like animals. Her exquisitely tight sex clenched around his fingers.
“You’re so close.”I am so close.“You are so, bloody, close.” He bit out between gritted teeth, “But by God, when I make you come, it will be with me buried ballocks deep inside you.” With that, he swept her into his arms, returned her to the mattress, and lay her down to possess her once and for all.
Chapter 18
Addien was a virgin.
Not because she’d guarded that scrap of maidenhead as if it were gold—it wasn’t, not in her world. Not like the prim, proper peeresses, clutching their virtue as if it were a crown jewel.
Girls in the rookery lost it young—most still children. Always by force, more often to keep bellies full. Addien had never been that desperate. She’d seen enough rutting in the alleys to know it was nothing she wanted any part of. She would sooner starve—and she knew starvation down to the bone.
Those who didn’t sell it had it taken. By chance, and once by mistaken identity, when a noble sodomite thought her a boy, she’d managed to keep it. The urge to couple had never been in her.
Until the Devil’s Den.
Though there’d been a few that left her aching between the thighs, it wasn’t the grunting couplings she’d glimpsed. It was the painted smut on the walls. The books with their filthy pictures she’d learned to read from. Those had set her hand to herself.
None of that wickedness had ever made her long for a man between her legs.
She’d wondered what’d be like doing the deed with Roy.
But Malric, sheburnedfor.
She’d spent years hating him. Yet he was the only man who’d made her wet, made her ache.
Ain’t that a rum turn.
Panting, Addien angled her neck, inviting his mark.
As a warrior who smelled blood, he latched on. He sucked at her flesh.
She wanted him. And just as much she wanted to decide who she gave herself to. Dunworthy’s pathetic attempt hadn’t left her in fear, it’d reminded of her strength.
They ravaged each other’s mouths, gasping for air, tongues tangling in a hot, wet duel. His hand was between her thighs, finding her quim; she learned the stroke and pressure that made him groan when she took his cock in her grip.
“My God, you’re bloody brilliant,” he hissed.
“I’ll never let you forget you said that.” Panting, she tore his shirt from his trousers and dragged it over his head.
Hooking her feet into his waistband, she used her toes to shove his trousers down. When his hard arse was bare, she wrapped her legs around his hips and ground her cunny against the thick stand of him, feeling every inch through the thin barrier between them.
Growling like a beast, he dropped his brow to hers, wedged his knee between her legs, and shoved them apart so he could come down over her. Seating himself there, he eased his shaft forward. He slid his thick, blunt tip inside just enough to give her a taste. Enough to make her ache for more.
Addien whimpered.
