Page 9 of Savage Obsession
“Did my snow angel wake up horny?”
I smile at his cute nickname. Another wave of heat hits my cheeks but there’s no way I’m going to duck under the covers and hide away from my own truth.
I look down my body and watch him drag the swollen crown of his cock up through the seam of my sticky wet pussy. He stops at my clit and teases the throbbing nub with slow steady swirls.
My lips fall apart, and I say the hardest word I’ve ever muttered in my life. “Yes.”
I’m panting like a wild woman and my admission, but my entire body tingles with the truth. And there’s no denying the heat that consumes me.
I want this man. And by the fury gaze he caresses over my naked body, I think he wants me to.
No. I know he does.
I wrap my fingers around his and help him tease me a little more before I give in and moan so loud I gasp from surprise.
“Nothing to be shy about, snow angel. I want to hear your pleasure. I want to hear all the cries of ecstasy you have for me.”
Dark stubble covers Venom’s jawline. With this hair spilled around his shoulders wildly he’s every bit the Savage man I always thought him to be. Firelight plays over his skin giving life to the inked snake around his forearm that lays tucked into a bed of red roses.
“Take me, Venom. Will you give us a night together and then come morning I will be gone, just like the snow. No one has to know.”
His knees keep me spread wide. Firelight bathes us in warmth, revealing the wetness coating my virgin folds.
“You know what you are asking for. I should have left you out there to die by every unspoken rule in the book. You’re the snow angel I can’t have.”
I rock my hips, causing the head of his shaft to slip between my folds just a fraction and we both groan with the same level of need. I know he feels the same instant connection i do because the light in his eyes matches the same level of heat filling my core. We burn for each other and he wants to play coy.
I call him on his bluff.
“Throw me outside then. Show me the real Savage you can be. Or you can take my virginity as yours, claim my cherry and know from here on out you took something from the Vultures that my father will try to sell to the highest bidder sooner or later.”
I shimmy my hips again and this time he’s the one growling like the obsessed wild man that he looks like.
“If another man touches you, their time on this earth is marked in minutes.”
His words come out as if they physically shred his soul with a thousand tiny blades.
Strong hands flip me and then lift me to my knees. He grabs my ass into the air and then he moves up behind me. He presses a thumb to my back entrance and guides his cock to my untouched pussy.
He’s at my entrance, ready to thrust into me. I angle my head around. Our gazes connect.
“You’ve already had a taste of me, venom. Do you really want to stop now?”
I move back and take the head inside. My body protests, but I don’t care about the pain. I never will. Not with Venom. I don’t care about club politics and that he’s two decades older than me. Numbers are nothing. I know what I want.
“Do you want me, Venom?”
“Fuck, snow angel. More than you know.”
He moves forward, spreading my folds over his massive cock. I wince and reveal in the pain. Just a little more And I will be all his.
“That’s good. You’re good, Willow. Such a beautiful snow angel.” There’s an edge of disbelief and undercurrents of fear hanging from his praise.
He takes another inch of my channel, and then another. His hold on my hips is the only reason my shaky knees haven’t given out from under me yet. We both tense when he meets resistance.
“Willow, baby,” he starts.
“No, Silvan. No, we can have this. We can have each other. Just for tonight.” My head is shaking in protest to the doubt in his eyes. He’s scared of causing a war. I know. But no one will know. I can be gone come morning.
