Page 75 of Savage Sin

Suddenly I’m nervous about being alone with Rage, but when I see a fire in his eyes, the last week melts away. I strip out of my borrowed jeans and toss my shirt aside. I immediately go to him.

The room is smaller than the one in the cabin and the bed is half the size. He’s in the middle, with the blankets pulled up around his waist. His arms are open and I gingerly fall into them. I carefully lay my head against his shoulder and just breathe him in.

“We could have died today.” I don’t mean to hang onto the negativity, but my brain keeps replaying the sight of him lying in the grass and bleeding out.

I push up and brace myself on the palm of my hand. The other plays over the ridges and contours of his midriff.

“Thank you for fighting for me, Rage. No one has ever shed blood for me. Especially so much.”

He takes my hand and brings it to his lips. Small kisses send jolts of electricity to parts of me that have been numb all day.

“Come here,hermosa.” I follow his direction and come on top of him and settle my weight over… “Oh.”

I forgot I left him naked underneath the sheet.

Wild eyes find mine in the dim room. Someone turned on a bedside lamp and it peels back enough of the darkness to show the man who bled for me, needs me in ways that no medicine can help with.

Luckily, I managed a shower since the fire thanks to Nova and Avery lending me some clothes. And I returned the favor of a sponge bath for Rage while he slept. I shed my panties and bra while Rage looks on. The sun set a long time ago and in the quiet of the night, I let my emotions shine through for him to see and feel.

There’s no time to prepare or to resist; only feel.

I reach under me, lift and slowly sink over his hard shaft. As embarrassing as it is to admit, but I think I’ve been wet for this man since he worried so much about my scars. What can I say? It was a turn on to have someone worry about me so deeply.

“Fuck, yes,” he growls and inhales deeply. We’re a mess, but the bandages, the pain and the past mean nothing right now. We are alive, breathing and finding peace in each other’s arms. I’m going to focus on that for one selfish moment in time.

“You’re my life now, Persi.Mí vida. Moya zhizn’.” The blend of our languages fills my heart. His soft words don’t match the possessive streak I see blaze across his face. His cock fills me completely, swelling with need. My pussy grips around him and as I raise up, his eyes shutter closed.

“I don’t deserve you.” Rage’s hands skim over the sides of my waist and he falters when his touch comes over my stitches. I gasp lightly. Not from pain, but from the tenderness in his gaze. The way the pad of his fingers lightly feels the jagged, swollen edges of the wound. “I will kill the next person who tries to hurt you.”

Conviction scribes his words as a heartfelt promise across my mending soul.

Holding my gaze, Rage sinks in until there’s nothing left to give.

He kisses me deeply, stealing my breath away. He moves slowly, stroking us both with deep, thrusting pumps. Every time he draws out and I take him back in, my heart rate doubles. And so does my love.

His thick cock slides through my juices so deep I feel I might lose myself to this man wholly if I’m not careful. I’ve already given him my heart and trust. Truly, the only thing left to give is my soul.

He moves a hand between us and when he pinches my clit just so, I lose it.

I scream out my release and let my climax hit. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t break pace. He continues fucking me through my climax, making it all the more powerful. All the while, his eyes hold mine.

Harsh breaths break free from my chest. My legs are shaking along with every other body part. But there’s no floating down and easing my feet back to Earth. Not with Rage. He was built to raise hell and there’s not a rule he wasn’t born to break. I know this about him because I am the rule he broke.

The friction is so delicious. Butterflies kick up in the pit of my stomach and I quiver. “Rage,” I moan, holding his hand over my heart.

One last thrust and my womb fills with his seed. Pulse after pulse, I take all he has to give. Masculine groans fuel the full-body shudder that washes over me.

Loved, a voice in my head teases in a whisper.

“You stole me, tied me up and yet gave me the freedom I craved.” I fall over him, bracing my weight on my hands to keep from hurting his stitches.

“I did.” Not an ounce of remorse lingers in his tone. He gathers my hair, winds the long lengths round his fist and brings my lips to his. “I had no idea I was saving myself, too.”

His other wraps around me and I willingly fall into the pool of love shimmering in his eyes, content for the first time in my life.

I don’t know how long we slept cuddled together, but the rest helped. I sit up quietly and find a shirt in the dresser. I pull it on, and then my panties, but don’t bother with shoes.

With one last glance back at Rage, I blow his sleeping form a kiss and wander out to the field of flowers.

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