Page 21 of Savage Possession
“Love is a deal to you?” I ask, but I have to admit I’m a little distracted by the size of the man and I’m not only talking about his cock. It’s gloriously beautiful, long thick…yum. But the manhimself is massive. He’s got a body made of iron and muscle. Miles of tanned skin. Ink swirls over rippling muscle and…oh, yes! He turns for a bottle of something and I am gifted with a sight that has me holding my breath. I was right about his tattoos. Inked rose vines twin around skulls and angel wings and dip to just above the dimples in his ass cheeks.
“A deal of the souls. A deal to not hurt each other. A deal to love and cherish. Deal is exchangeable with the word vow. In my opinion, anyway.”
My pulse quickens. That’s how he sees us and my heart wants to jump on board. I’m ready to be with someone who wants me for me and not just because I am a good bargaining chip.
His thick hair is long enough to sink my fingers into. So I do.
Though I can tell he would rather press me up against the wall and devour me, he takes the time to gently wash my hair. When he finishes rinsing the soap out, he lathers every inch of my body.
Water cascades over us as I take his lips in a kiss when he comes to stand in front of me. I fuse our connection with all the love I can pull from my soul and hope he can feel it. I’m not as good with my words as he is, but I hope it’s something I can learn because this man deserves to be told he’s loved. I brush the dark strands of hair from his face, and he does the same for me.
He bends down, grips me by the ass and I’m against the opposite steam-warmed wall in the next second. We’ve stepped out of the water, but the chill running through my body is not from the lack of hot water on me. It’s how his cock teases my entrance but he doesn’t quite enter me. It’s infuriating and bliss all at once.
“Ash,” I try to beg, but his lips come over mine and we don’t come up for air until the very last second either of us can go.
He presses his forehead to mine. We stay like that for a second and then we are out of the shower, dripping wet and crossing to the bedroom. Neither of us care as he spreads me over black sheets.
6
ISABELLA
Ash moves over me, coming between my spread legs. Powerful fingers dig into the flesh of my ass possessively. Lips come over my pulse point and the second the tip of his tongue strokes over my skin I want to melt into him.
Suddenly he steps away from the bed and from me. He moves across the room and flicks on soft lighting overhead.
“I want to see all of you.”
Same.
I come to my elbows and watch his beautiful body glide back to the bed.
Muscles, tattoos, and an array of scars cover a beautiful masculine body that has taken a devastating amount of pain. I can see it in the burn scars, healed-over bullet holes and what look like healed knife wounds over taut pecs. I saw hints of them in the shower, but honestly I was distracted by his finger in my hair.
“What happened to you, Ash?” I come to my knees at the end of the bed and trace the pad of my finger over part of the scar that runs from the side of his right pec to end just above his navel.
He’s made for leading others. Powerful legs, strong wide shoulders made for carrying the burdens of many, and an aura of danger that speaks both of death and protection. At least to me anyway. He’ll drop bodies yet I’ve seen him protect the innocent with my own eyes.
I place a kiss over the scar. He shudders under the slight warmth of my lips. I draw in the cabin—the low crackle of heat in the fireplace I’m just noticing, the sound of the storm rolling beyond the window. Rain lashes against the glass, thunder rumbling like the growl of a beast. On the other side of the glass, lightning splits the distant swamps of the bayou into jagged pieces of silver. The bed behind us is wide and darkly inviting, covered in black sheets that gleam faintly under the soft lighting.
He turns me around and steps up behind me.
“I like it when you say my name.” Warm arms come around me and settle just below my breasts. His thumb strokes the tender flesh, causing my clit to throb with need.
I rest my head against his shoulder and arch my back. In tune with my silent desires, Ash wraps strong fingers around the heavy weight of my breasts.
I moan and sigh heavily. Between us, his thick cock teases me with what I really want.
“Ash,” I whisper breathlessly.
“You belong to me, Isa. I want you so deeply it hurts to the core of my being.”
He eases me forward, guiding me until we sink into the cool press of the black sheets. He comes over top of me, kissing me from the top of my spine all the way to the round swell of my ass cheeks.
Heat from the fireplace envelops us, while the chill of the storm rattling the cabin fades. The world narrows to us two, to this storm inside the cabin that mirrors the chaos outside its walls.
The large window looms behind him. Beyond, trees whip in wild rhythm under the storm’s fierce hand, branches thrashing like dancers caught in ecstasy.
He rolls me over and comes between my legs.
