Page 15 of Savage Temptation
Fire burns the fringes of my senses. Heat turns into undeniable pleasure as another orgasm rocks me to the core.
But he doesn’t let up.
I scream with pleasure, the feeling of pure need consumes me. This is my heaven. Nothing in the world exists except us. This is nothing but raw need and lust driving both of us. We can do it slowly next time. Right now the need to have each other is too hot to ignore. If we were to do that right now, we would both burn up from the inside out.
Bracing myself with my palms on his chest, I take over and ride him fast and hard. I drive him into me over and over again. “Jagger, I can’t come again but I need it. I need you.”
“You will come, baby. I want to feel your pussy squeeze me. Don’t you dare rob me of that. Show me how much you want my cock.”
He thrusts deep just as I slam down over him. His muscles tense and bunch. He hisses and says loving words under his breath, but I hear them all. Every last one and they are all coated with pain, reverence and love.
I rise one more time and this time, when I take every inch of his thick cock, we both reach our end. Together our cries of ecstasy ripple out over the sleepy bayou. His grip on my hips turns possessive, and he fucks me deeper like he’s not ready for this to be over any more than I am. My walls tighten around him, pulsating with the power of my orgasm. I shimmy my hips just right to have him roaring through his release. Hot ropes of his seed spill into my hungry pussy. I can feel every jerk and pulse of his cock as he explodes deep inside me. His body tenses beneath me. His breath rushes out in jagged spurts.
Our eyes meet. I haven’t forgotten a single detail about how fierce this man loves. His lips sear to mine again and I ride out my release by rising and falling over the top of him in slow,steady strokes. His release coats my walls and I languish in the feel of our mixed juices coating us.
His arms come around me and we sit here holding each other, breathing heavily and just being for a long moment. Frankly, I don't want to leave our little bubble. The outside world will only ruin what we just shared and I want to hold it off as long as possible.
But real life has another plan for us when his cell phone rings.
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EMILIA
Jagger helps me fully sit up, but refuses to let me slide off his spent cock. I mean, the longer I sit up here the more ready he becomes for a second round. But by the scowl moving over his handsome features, thirty seconds after answering his cell phone I feel like another love session isn’t in our cards.
I lean forward a bit and he has no choice but to let me slide off. The glorious view of his cock wet with our releases has me rethinking my plan, but not now. That can come later, when we have time to really talk.
I straighten myself as much as possible as he does the same. What a freaking shame that is, but there seems to be real trouble by the way he follows me off the bike and checks our surroundings.
“What’s wrong?” I mouth, not wanting to interrupt.
His arm comes around me and I’m back on the bike, this time on the rear seat.
He shakes his head. “Club stuff, baby,” he says back.
“Close up the lounge like the police are saying and contact our patches once you’re done. Tell Jax and Rogue they are to check in on the Blackjack Bayou and Reign’s Den. I want both places cleared for that shit. If one bag of Euphoria is found among those scruff fuckers, I want the place closed down. Hold anyone you find with it and contact Reaper or Ash for further instructions. I’ll be out of communication for the rest of the evening.”
I suspected the police would have the Voodoo Lounge closed until they gave the clearance to reopen. A lot of people go there so the Savages will be out a good chunk of money if they can’t reopen soon.
Blackjack Bayou is one of Savage's gambling locations back in the city. I put in a resume there once, but that was before I did the same at Voodoo Lounge, also a Savage Reign establishment. It’s how I met Jagger. He hired me to sing. A couple of nights of watching me from the back of the room is all it took for him to ask me out. And here we are today. Fighting for the love we still have for one another.
I tune out the rest of the conversation as he talks to Bourbon. I remember the burly man, but never had a lot of interaction with the loyal bartender. I trace a finger over the skull and viper logo of Jagger’s biker gang. I always found the brotherhood they have to be interesting. I see so many people get pulled into the biker life and then get hooked on drugs or land in prison because of nefarious activity. While I know Jagger and his brothers are not saints, I also know they are not your usual crew of bikers. They aren’t out to ruin lives and raise hell. Their mission has always been to provide a family for those in need and help to others if they can. They protect what belongs to them, but I know for a fact they can not save everyone.
I’m proof of that.
The Savages are good people at the core. It’s why I can't find it in my heart to tell Jagger I don't want to go back to the Savage compound. They opened their arms and doors to me once, I can’t ask them to do that again after I left.
“Have Jax take extra men when inspecting the Den. Fuckers are mean and I don’t need his ass landing in the hospital again because he can’t take a right hook.”
Jagger goes silent for a minute and then signs off with, “Stay in touch.”
“What’s the Den?” I ask when he hits the end button.
He strokes the back of his knuckles over the swell of my cheek. “A lot has changed since you stepped away, baby. A lot.”
I blink up at him. Even sitting on his massive bike, he towers over me. He holds my gaze, unblinking. He didn’t use the wordleft, I realize. And there’s no acid or judgment in his tone. Just the simple truth and I can accept that.
The muscles in my chest loosen a fraction. I don’t know why I’m waiting for him to lash out at me and sling hateful words at my past actions. But so far he hasn’t, and it’s not really who I remember him as anyway. Oliver has reprogrammed me to expect the worst in others, starting with himself.
