Page 144 of Fall into Savagery

I reached up and cupped her cheek, and bringing her face down close to me, I kissed her.

“I can’t hurt you. The consequences of it are not something I can afford. I won’t risk it.”

She frowned and kissed me once more. I held still under her, letting her take control.

“I trust you,” she whispered.

I shook my head. “Pet.”

She didn’t heed the warning in my voice.

“Damien,” she said, her voice holding a seductive, breathy quality that I knew well.

She tugged on my shirt.

I didn’t stop her.

She looked down at my torso, her finger tracing over the wounds that were just starting to heal.

I held my breath and took her in.

“I trust you. I love you.”

“I can’t,” I whispered brokenly. “I can’t risk hurting you.”

“Please. You’re hurting me,” she said, her voice coming out hard. “You’re hurting me by keeping your distance.”

A choking, protesting noise made its way up my throat. “Pet.”

“Please,” she whispered wetly.

She leaned down and kissed the wound, then to the scar. She brought my arm up and kissed over the cross tattoo there.

“Please.”

I didn’t answer her. I didn’t know how. And she knew she had won.

“You don’t have to do anything if you’re scared,” she said softly. I could hear the taunt in her voice. I squeezed her side for that remark, and she jumped, smiling a little.

She pushed her weight up on her legs and undid my pants.

I raised my hips and let her push the fabric down my legs halfway before I kicked them off.

She pulled off her shirt and then her bra.

My hands immediately made it over to her tits, playing with her nipples until they puckered from the attention.

She ground harder against my stomach, throwing her head back and groaning.

“I’ll take control,” she said shyly.

Fuck. Me.

How contradictory.

How fucking exquisite.

She tugged on her tiny short shorts, along with her panties, already soiled from her arousal, and pushed them down her legs before she got back in position and seated herself on my thighs.

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