Page 68 of Savage Thief

But before I leave this world, I’ll see the man who hunts her in a grave first. A lesser man would kill whoever fathered her child, too.

I walk myself back from that particular ledge as tempting as it is to take a nose dive off into the void of darkness. I do that and there will be no coming back from that level of immorality. I am not my father.

It might not look like it from the outside, but there are limits to my depravity. I learned that a long time ago. Because for every life I take I’m that much closer to being the man my father wanted me to be.

When I signed on with the Savages I walked away from that life. I refuse to be that person. But I’ve also learned for her, I’ll do anything. The lines of black and white turn gray where Asena is concerned.

Blood roars through my ears. Fire is cold compared to the rush of heat barreling through me. I slide my hand over her soft ass. I can’t help but trace my fingers over the fine groves left from childbirth. Her child. Asena is a mother.

I wanted to be the man to father her children, but we all know why that will never be. No one shall carry the curse of my bloodline. Never.

Her taut nipples skim over the water. Did she remove them at one point and nurse? I would do anything to see her loving her child, I suddenly realize.

Voices from the past swarm through my head calling me worthless, a fool. Unwanted.

I pull out and watch her body swallow every throbbing inch of me, and like a magic eraser, all the memories disappear. I reach around her and find her swollen clit. Locked together I drive into her as I stroke my fingers over her little nub.

For every thrust I give she presses just as hard into me.

I groan next to her ear and she turns her face, her lips brushing over mine. Her moans roll through me. They are so fucking addictive and eager. God help me have the strength to let her go. I know it’s what is best for us.

I push her to the edge and we are both panting, desperate for air. I’ve dreamed of taking her like this. Of stretching her, stroking her, and seeing her expression soften with ecstasy. Fantasies of claiming her are what have gotten me through some really rough nights. And now that I have her, all I can think of is letting her go.

“Come for me, Asena. Come! Give me all those sweet juices. I’ve been starving to feel you grip me and…God, yes! Just like that!” My words are thick and heavy with lust.

She turns her head and levels her eyes on me. I’m instantly captivated by her mess of red hair and spatter of freckles. Sparks of energy crackle and pop between us.

I stroke her clit harder, faster and feed every swollen inch of my cock deep into her. I pull out all the way and then sink in until my balls slap against her body. Over and over again I repeat this torturous pleasure for both of us until I can feel my release at the base of my spine.

She grips the stairs and I can see her arms start to tremble. Good. I want her weak and thoroughly sated so she will do nothing but lay back and take me again and again.

“Hark, damn it! Oh my God, I need to come. Make me come!” She slaps at the water impatiently.

But I would do well to remember there’s no weak side to Asena. With her, you get the fired-up version who is ready to slay every dragon in sight. Me included.

With her, it’s all or nothing. And that’s why I have a feeling she’s planning something. She’s not all in with me. She’s biding her time. And when she strikes there will be demons set loose on this plane. I am sure of it.

And that’s why I can’t let her go. A world without Asena is a world I don’t want to live in. The second she steps out from my protection she’ll die trying to put everything right her father did wrong. I can’t let that happen.

But to control her is to kill her too.

Her body grips me so tight it is impossible to hold back any longer and all thought is shattered. I pinch her clit between my fingers and give her just enough pressure to feel the bite of pain just as the pleasure of her climax hits.

“Hark, fuck, yes!” Butterflies disperse from the hanging vines as we both roar through our releases. Pulses of hot sperm spill into her unprotected womb.

Spurt after spurt of my seed fills her channel. Her walls ripple around me, grip me and pull me deeper still. So caught up in the feeling of us climaxing together, I don’t realize the warmth rolling down my shoulder is my blood and not water.

I don’t care. I’d give every last drop to have her again and again. Her hot little pussy clenches around me as aftershocks roll through her.

My appetite is nowhere near sated. I want more. Holding myself deep I go against every last code I’ve lived for decades and give her womb every last drop of my seed.

“Asena, please forgive me.” I begin to shake. It starts in my hands and works its way through me. The heat from the sauna keeps this place a balmy eighty degrees but right this second, I might as well be standing on Death’s door with the cold of the grave clinging to me for what I am about to do.

“You deserve better, Asena. You don’t know the real me. Leave while I’m weak and on my knees. Otherwise, I won’t have the strength to let you go once I stand. Run from me. Run!” I roar.

And please God, don’t let her get pregnant with my child.

I watch her retreating back as she lunges up from the pool. Water glides off her perfect body, soaking her clothes as she storms from the bathhouse with them clutched to her chest.

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