Page 71 of Greed: The Savage
He’d stripped her bare of pride. “Don’t make me wait, Malric.” Her longing humbled her. She rolled her hips against him, trying to take him deeper. When he held back, she snapped, “Put it in me.”
She should have known better.
Malric chuckled, his strength a wall against hers. He held himself just out of reach, his hips taut, his control maddening. In that moment, she would have sold her soul for him to give in.
“Come now, Addien, you well know taking it slow makes it better.”
She knew no such thing, but she’d take him at his word.
Addien urged him on, squeezing her thighs tight around his narrow hips, compelling him closer.
“Bloody hell,” he breathed. “I’ve never felt legs like yours wrapped around me.”
Even that primal praise made her hotter, prouder than it ought. She traced a biting path from his lower lip down his throat, mirroring the one he’d taken on her moments before. She sucked and nipped harder, wrenching a ragged curse from his masterful lips.
He pried her open with his knee, and slid into place, settling there like a man who meant to take every inch of her.
She bit a path from his lower lip to his neck, tracing the route he’d taken on her minutes before, only with greater ferocity. She sucked and nipped until he gave another ragged curse from those beautifully hard lips.
“You delicious minx,” he rasped.
Her triumph was short-lived. Malric’s fingers found an overly sensitive spot, and her hips shot off the mattress as pleasure lashed through her. He didn’t relent—his touch masterful, stroking that nerve-rich bundle until all her fight faded away. She no longer cared who won. Every part of her narrowed in on that place he worked.
“I know just where to touch you, don’t I?” he teased, the tormentor he was.
She ground herself harder against his skilled fingers.
“You want my mouth there too?”
Before she could think, he slid down her body, caught her under the arse, and dragged her to his mouth. His tongue traced her slit in the same way his fingers had moments before.
Addien screamed, cursed, and shoved her hips against him. She twisted her fingers in his hair and held him to worship at the sanctified altar he’d made of her.
Reduced to a bundle of nerves and heightened feeling, Addien rocked herself rhythmically into his mouth.
He looked up.
With her eyes clouded by lust, Addien had to blink to bring his rugged features into clear focus.
His mouth and chin glistened with the slick heat of her sex. Holding her dazed stare, Malric licked the remnants of her from his lips.
She collapsed back onto the mattress. Catching the top of his head in her hands like a beloved hound, she guided him where she wanted him most.
The infuriating wretch denied her that gift.
“Never tell me no man’s ever made you come this way?” While he spoke, he ground his chin into her wantonly wet curls, not letting up his efforts, determined to drive her mad with need.
He sounded both pleased and mystified by the prospect.
“I wouldn’t ever let any man,” she said, breathing fast.
His eyes flared, his muscles tensed and bunched, his hair fell wicked and disheveled, and his nostrils in full flare gave him the look of Satan with a virginal offering. A human sacrifice he was only too satisfied to take.
Addien knew precisely what had stunned him, that she’d concede herself to him when she’d never extended that surrender to another man.
What he didn’t know, and would never suspect, was that he was also the only man she’d freely given herself to. Why should he suspect? She didn’t carry herself like one of his fancy ladies. She wasn’t shy. She found and took her pleasure as she wanted it. Not that it would’ve mattered to him either way if he knew she was in fact a virgin. Men like him tupped women like her without giving it a second thought.
And as if driven by the privilege she’d granted, he poured himself more deeply into pleasuring her.
