Page 79 of Savage Hunter

I can’t help but feel responsible for making him a villain. But I can’t fall down that rabbit hole. Not when his arms flex around me. His chest heaves with the same need for air that I have. He lays me down gently. Still buried balls deep inside me, my lover bends over me and kisses every exposed part of my body. My shoulder, my collarbone. Nipples. The gentle slope of my breasts. And then…

I inhale abruptly. “Wolfe? Oh, God!” I forgot the extent of his darker tastes.

Wide shoulders keep me pinned open. His tongue glides through my pussy lips, gathering the proof of our shared climax on the tip of his tongue.

“Mmm. Fuck, you taste good. Like Heaven served on a silver platter to a starved demon.”

My laugh is soft.

“The glow on your skin is breathtaking.”

He rises to his knees and slides off the bed. Standing at the foot, he hooks his hands beneath my knees and drags me to the end.

Spread wide for him he makes quick work of flicking on a light and when he does the sharp intake of air does crazy things to my ego.

I know what he sees. The sperm spilling from my pussy is unmistakable.

And it’s his complete undoing. His hand cups my pussy, a thick finger dragging through my lips. The monster I love breaches the surface and he’s hungry for something far more than just my flesh on his tongue.

“Sweet merciful, God.”

He prowls toward me, a dark hunger in his eyes. Wolfe is on his knees, wrapping his tongue around my throbbing clit before I can protest. The second his lips touch my folds I scream. His hands hold my hips tightly as he teases me into another orgasm. I bury my fingers in his hair and let the pleasure flow through me. My tender clit throbs and begs to be left alone. And that makes me want this even more.

“Wolfe!”

His mouth turns ravenous. He licks, sucks and has no care that it is our shared release coating my pussy.

“Mine,” he growls possessively. I feel the chains tying me to him and love the feeling of belonging that they provide. Like a weighted blanket, I accept the binding wrapping around my heart and soul. He reaches for a hand and he links our fingers. His larger hand dwarfs my smaller one, making me feel protected.

His other hand holds my thighs wide as he takes what he wants from me. The bristles of his beard scrapes over my tender flesh and the folds of my sex. I ride his face, bucking wildly.

“Wolfe, I have to come. I can’t stop it.”

His tongue swirls over my throbbing clit. “Give me everything you have to give,” he commands, his lips moving over me with every word. I don’t know if it is the low rumble of his voice, the pressure of his gifted tongue or the way he nips my clit between his teeth but I come undone a second time. I tremble, my skin tingles and my core tightens. Heat consumes me, fills my veins and barrels toward my core with so much force I scream through the release.

Wolfe raises to his knees and pulls me into arms. His lips take mine. His tongue is as unforgiving now as it was lashing against my clit. One stroke over my bottom lip and I open for him. He plunges in and the taste of our shared release coats my tastebuds instantly.

I groan into his mouth loving the feel of his weight as he rolls us over. His thigh slides between mine and I welcome the pressure against my still throbbing pussy. I clench my thighs around his larger one and slowly rock until the ripple effects of my release subside.

He takes our joined hands and lays them over my lower abdomen.

“I want to see you round with my baby. I want you marked as mine in every way possible. No one will question who you belong to.”

“And will you belong to me?”

“Heart, soul, body. Every last drop of blood in my veins is yours. All you have to do is ask for it.”

If I didn’t already love him, I would have fallen right this instant.

He leans his muscular body over mine. “Are you ready, beautiful?” he growls into my ear.

With that he replaces his thigh with his already hardening cock and eases into my sensitive flesh until he’s fully seated inside.

Fire consumes every nerve ending in my body. It’s like a thousand tiny matches being lit at once and it consumes from the inside out.

Trembling, I try to draw a deep breath but I can’t. I can’t do anything but feel.

“Focus on my touch, Harmonia.” He pulls out, poises the thick head of his cock at my entrance and then sinks in slowly. So utterly gentle I think I might cry.

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