Page 14 of Savage Obsession
I shoot up, blankets falling everywhere. The fire has died down, and the cabin is dark. Silent.
Relentless fear shoots through me. Did her father come in while I was sleeping? No, I am a light sleeper. I would have heard the front door open. Lethal hunger rises and the heat sinks into every blood cell in my body. I reach for my clothes and go to jerk on my shirt but the sound of water makes my movements still.
Soft humming of my snow angel filters out through my bedroom door.
The fear in my body drops away and I can breathe again. My heart drops back into my chest where it belongs, too. I drop the shirt and ease into the room. My bathroom door sits slightly ajar, the light filtering out. The scent of my shampoo and soap linger in the warm air.
I ease the door open and watch the beauty in front of me linger under the hot spray.
“Gonna keep staring or are you gonna get me wet, big guy?” she teases, cheeks flushed, skin glowing in the golden haze. Willow stands in the middle of my shower—bare, perfect, daring me to come to her.
Fuck. I’m ruined for this woman.
Her eyes caress over my chest and linger there a moment before she finds my arousal.
“Oh.”
Her pretty blue eyes widen just enough to stroke my ego and make my cock harder for the woman. Multiple ideas of how to make sure she gets pregnant tonight bombard my thoughts and I plan on making sure I use every single one of them.
I grin hungrily and push the sliding shower door closed behind me.
I crowd her into the spray of water, one hand braced beside her head, the other sliding down her slick, heated skin. Her honey-colored hair is plastered to her shoulders, drops sliding down the soft slope of her chest, catching at the peaks of her perfect nipples. My cock aches, thick and heavy between us, but I take my time—rubbing my nose along her jaw, breathing her in, fighting that urge to just devour.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” I growl, tracing a line down her neck with my tongue. She shivers, giggling as her hands skate over my chest, nails raking through the dark hair, bold and soft and everything I never let myself want.
She tilts her head, blue eyes bright as ice, lips still slightly swollen from our first encounter. “Pretty sure I do,” she whispers, hips rolling against me, rubbing her wet, slick body all over mine like she was made for only me.
I groan—helpless—catching her mouth in a brutal, hungry kiss. She whimpers, arms sliding around my neck, water pouring over both of us as I drag my hands down her back, cupping her ass and pulling her flush against me.
“Tell me to stop,” I murmur, just to hear her fight me. ‘Tell me to stop so i don’t fuck you so hard we both lose track of time. I will ruin you, willow. If I take you again there will never be another man who lays his hands on you. Do you understand me?”
She grins against my lips. “Promise?”
My heart shatters between us at the depth of meaning behind that one word. Hope lives in her eyes and she is showing me every once of herself. That she thinks I am better than any of the men she grew up around or even her father cracks the last remaining fragments of my heart. Not for me. But for her. Shedeserves so much better but I can’t help myself. I am the fucking devil and I want what I want and Willow is the object of my obsession.
She’s the sunshine and sweet winter’s kiss to my darkness and hellfire.
I push her gently, pressing her back to the cool tile. She gasps, heat and chill colliding, and arches for me—offering me the very thing I want to taste the most. My mouth finds her eager nipple. I swirl my tongue around the sweetness, my teeth grazing just enough to make her moan. I suck, then bite softly, loving the way she writhes, desperate and sweet. She makes the monster in me slip from the darkness and notice the innocence of her nature.
I’ll stain it,growls deeply and I notice it. Then I flick the intrusive thought away. I can protect her. I will protect her. Even from myself.
“You taste better than you should,” I mutter, moving lower, kneeling in the steam, hands bracing her hips. I nuzzle the inside of her thigh and watch her shiver with the same anticipation of where this is leading that I have pumping through my veins.
“Venom—please—” her fingers bury in my hair.
I grin, lips curling. “Open for me, Willow. Show me what I’ve already claimed. Show me your sweet, perfect pussy.”
She does and I can see every ounce of trust she has in me to care for her mix with hunger. It’s an intoxicating combination I never want to be without again in my life.
I slip my tongue through her folds, slow and deliberate. The water sluices over my shoulders as I taste her sweetness. She’s slick, sweet, honey coats my tongue, and when I suck her clit, herfingers clutch my hair, pulling me in like she wants to drown in me in her taste.
My tongue swirls around her swollen clit, my hands griping her ass and holding her to me. When I growl a low, rumbling beastly sound against her soaked little pussy, my snow angel melts for me.
Willow moans wildly as her release hits hard against my mouth. I groan, feeling the flood of her arousal spill over my tongue and down my chin. I drink every last fucking drop of her like a man dying of thirst.
I tongue her, fingers sliding deep, curling until she’s shaking, mouth open and begging me to give her another orgasm. She’s so fucking eager for it hurts.
Keeping her pussy flush against my mouth, I tease her over and over, from one climax to another until she looks ready to fall to her knees. I brace her weight in my arms and hold her steady. I will never let her get hurt.
