Page 48 of Savage Sin

I flick my finger over the piercing in his foreskin and the delicious intake of breath I hear beside my ear makes me flush with heat. My breasts swell and the tight peaks brush against his hard chest.

His hands are in my hair instantly. With a tug, he turns my lips up to his. “You’re not playing fairly, baby.”

Damp hair falls over blue eyes, and like this, he looks like a masterpiece. Beautiful. Lethal. A beast in chains.

“Don’t hold back because you think you will break me, Rage. Don’t hold back,” I plead and hope he sees the truth of my words reflect in my eyes.

I scrape my nails over hard pecs and pierced nipples. Between my thighs I feel his length pulse.

He steps back and I slide down the shower wall.

Blue eyes narrow on me. The trail is a hot path from the slope of my neck to caress over my nipples. Wicked fantasies gleam in the bright expanse of his gaze. “You should run while you can.”

My heart leaps. Instinct moves me toward the door of the shower, but I can’t make myself leave. Not when he looks so damn beautiful it hurts.

He wraps his long fingers around the swollen steel length and draws down with a tight grip. When he moves upward, a long rope of pre-cum spills from the tip to wet his fingers. I’m mesmerized. Not only by the splash of his seed but by the glint of light off the piercing. Will it hurt when he forces the head inside me? Will I crave the pain and scream for more? My heart speeds up.

I wanted this, I remind myself.

Lifting my lashes, I stare up at him with a smile of my own. “If you can catch me, you get to keep me for a night.”

Stroking his cock, he prowls closer, and I bolt. Wet feet and marble don’t mix well. Somehow, I manage to not fall as I run out of the bathroom. Unfortunately for me, his legs are longer and the bed is perfectly positioned for when he swoops me up and throws me in the middle of the massive thing.

I scream and try to crab walk to the top of the bed, but he’s not having it. With an ankle in hand, he pulls me back to the middle and flips me over.

Uncaring of the water clinging to us, he falls over me, his knees keeping my legs from closing.

I take fistfuls of the duvet in hand when he pins my shoulders in place and slides the head of his pierced cocked between my cheeks.

He flexes his hips and glides through the seam of my ass, holding either side of me open.

“Such an innocent little thing like you doesn’t need to be in bed with a man like me.”

“Rage?” An odd sensation gurgles up inside me and I recognize it for the panic it is. Not because I fear what he will do to me, but because I’m scared, he will push me away.

“Damn you, Persephone Castel. Damn you. Why do you make me want what I can’t have?” he grunts with a raspy breath, looking torn about accepting the inevitable. Thick lashes peel back, and I’m mesmerized all over again when I turn to connect our gazes. The warning on his lips reflects in their depths. I’m waking the monster inside and the control he has over the beast is slipping.

He wraps an arm around my middle and pulls me to my knees and then farther still until my back presses against his front. He guides his cock between my thighs and slips through my juices, nudging my clit before pulling back. Again and again he forces me to feel him without entering.

It’s maddening. Delicious. And not nearly enough. And he knows it.

His fingers find my nipples and they immediately respond under his touch. “My sweet Persephone.” His voice drops an octave. “The lovely way your body responds to me is already addictive.”

I’ve wanted a man to touch me like this before now. I spent way too much time trying to just blend in and not be seen.

With a hand between my shoulder blades, he pushes me forward. “Arch for me and reach back and spread yourself wide. Show me how badly you want to take my cock. Let me see all those pretty juices.”

Red heat hits my face so hard I’m left breathless.

“Persephone.” Hearing my name uttered once in that deep baritone has me following his command.

The bed shifts beneath me one second and in the next I feel his hands coming over mine and his tongue flicking over my slit.

I shudder and then get another grazing contact.

“Rage, please. I need you.”

Teeth, lips and tongue move over me. He nibbles, sucks and licks until I can’t breathe. Firm hands keep me open and he licks me from my throbbing clit all the way back.

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