Page 85 of Savage Blood
Fane didn’t give me time to react before he stripped my leggings and underwear off, leaving me completely bare.
“His scent is on you.” Those lethal talons dragged down my spine as he loomed at my back like an apex predator about to strike. “It won’t be in a minute.”
My knees almost buckled.
And then he lowered to his knees, lifted one of my legs onto his shoulder, and glided that wicked tongue over my aching center.
My head fell back as a moan burst from my lips. Remaining upright was a freaking miracle.
So was his mouth.
“Hmm, fiera mika, there is nothing better than your taste.”
His husky voice slicing through my mind was enough to push me over the edge. Between that and the licking, twisting, and thrusting of his tongue, I nearly passed out. Fane had to grip my thighs to keep me from falling.
“Fane, don’t stop.Please.”
The cravings for the amulet vanished as the demon shifter tormented me with that hot mouth, each stroke of his tongue taking me closer to the brink of insanity. I longed to grab his hair, but I played the good girl this time, afraid he’d stop before I reached that pivotal moment of bliss.
My hips rocked as tremors raced through me. The long counter swam, the tiny rivers of silver within the marble blurring as Fane slowly tore down every damn brick I’d placed around my heart.
Of course, when this was over, I’d rebuild them. I had to.
“You’re never this good for me, Teague.”His taunting laugh in my head should have pissed me off.
Instead, it made me quiver.
And then his fingers sank inside me, and I was effectively gone.
A cry burst out of my mouth, and I screamed a garbled version of Fane’s name as I came. Before the ripples of pleasure stopped radiating through my core, Fane dropped my leg and rose behind me like a tempest brewing on the horizon.
This was no ordinary storm either. It would demolish everything it touched.
I wanted to be completely and utterly annihilated.
Within a matter of seconds, Fane kicked his boots off and shed his clothes, revealing that powerful, intimidating body full of muscles, scars, and tattoos. Even though I knew every inch of him, exploring those dips and curves, flaws and imperfections was never tiring.
I could do it for hours, days, weeks, years.
Forever.
Fane’s hands trembled as he gripped my hips and positioned himself behind me. His lack of control was clear in his scarlet gaze and in those sharp teeth flashing beneath the pendant lights.
He hesitated, knowing once we started, he wouldn’t be able to stop. And this wouldn’t be something sweet or soft.
But Fane knew me better by now. I craved every side of him, even the terrifying, possessive beast that most would run from.
Not me. I rantomy beautiful beast.
“Do it, Fane,” I panted. “Take me. Claim me. Make me yours. Don’t dare hold back.”
That was enough to snap any remaining control Fane had, and he thrust into me with a feral growl.
Pain nearly tore me in half. I hadn’t felt the huge intrusionin weeks, but as he pulled out and thrust again, that pain quickly melted into pleasure.
He didn’t hesitate to keep driving into me over and over with wild movements. His fingers dug in, branding and bruising me. The delicious heat building between us surged into a violent inferno.
Sweat slicked our skin, and my talons burst out, digging ridges across the marble. Destroying the bathroom would definitely piss off Alpha Ari.
