Page 78 of Greed: The Savage
Catching her wrists in one large, unyielding hand, he forced them high above her head, holding her motionless as he drove into her—again and again, each thrust harder than the last. They grunted like the animals they became in each other’s arms. Flesh slapped flesh in the brutal rhythm he set.
Keening, Addien writhed beneath him, twisting to free her hands so she could rake her nails down his back, claim some part of him—but he kept her bound, kept her wanting.
“Tell me who you belong to,” he demanded, his hips pounding into hers with feral precision. The wild, primal sounds of their joining filled her ears and drove her want to another level.
“You.” Tears slid down her temples at the desperate ache in her chest.
Thornwick leaned down and bit her neck—hard—staking his claim. He pounded into her with a frenzied, punishing rhythm, words breaking on his breath.
“Perfect…”
“Bloody exquisite…”
“…close…”
“…Only woman…”
Through their violent mating, the fragments pierced her. Only woman what? The only woman who made him feel this way? The only woman he wanted? The thought terrified her—and she met him thrust for thrust, pouring her fear and frustration into the clash of their bodies.
His eyes flew open, locking on hers—lust-dark and dangerous as the pace he set.
“You are mine,” he growled, like some primitive beast staking his mate.
That first complete sentence—an unflinching claim—shoved her over the brink.
“Malric,” she sobbed, tears spilling freely now. The sound of her weeping seemed to break something in him.
With a savage shout, he released her wrists, seized her hips, and drove deeper, fingers biting into her flesh.
“Addien. Addien. Addien.” Her name left his lips as both plea and curse, each one punctuated by the slam of his hips.
She kept coming—wave after shuddering wave—until pleasure turned almost to agony, stealing her breath. And he was right there with her, riding it into the same exquisite torment.
Then, like a tortured beast, Malric’s entire body, gleaming with the sweat of his violent taking, shuddered as he exploded within Addien. Bracing one hand on either side of her, as though even holding himself up was beyond him, he poured into her in hot, relentless spurts. Addien came all over again, joining him in his climax, crying and screaming until he’d wrung every last pleasure drop from her. She collapsed into the folds of her sweaty mattress. With a guttural groan, he gave a last flex of his hips and collapsed atop her.
Malric lay that way for too short of a moment, then rolled off Addien and drew her against his side. He lay a possessive hand over Addien, draping it over her belly and cupping the place where his cock had just been, he rubbed their mingled spend over her already sodden curls.
Sated, replete, she lay against him and welcomed the tender kisses he placed as a reward upon the top of her head and along her nape. Unlike the savage kisses of before, now he gave her the rare gift of his gentleness.
As the remnants of her explosive orgasm faded, she found herself pulled from the heavens back to the Earth.
Reality drifted in and just as it had last evening, the fear along with it.
God help her, and hers was a prayer to a God she’d never had reason to believe in. She wanted him. She wanted more than sex from him. She wanted…
“Marry me, Addien.”
Yes, she wanted to marry—
Addien stilled. Wait… Her heart pounded. What had he said?
Malric, in one fluid motion, flipped their positions and brought her under him.
“Marry me,” he repeated, his eyes deadly serious.
Her head buzzing, she just stared blankly at him. Because he couldn’t mean what he’d just said.
His hard lips formed a loose, sensuous smile.
