Page 82 of Savage King

“So confident.”

“Brat.” He lowers his head, and his tongue tickles the entire length of my sex. One finger rubs my clit for added pleasure. In and out until I easily explode into his mouth.

“Aye, tastes so good. Thick and sweet.”

I catch my breath, but he keeps going.

With his mouth between my legs, and fingers everywhere, Kieran takes me to that place he mentioned where orgasms just fold into themselves, and it’s a free fall toward insanity. I lose the ability to speak. It’s all inaudible. Just moans and groans as I’m dragged to my baser level of needs.

And wants.

Kieran chants to me in what I think is Gaelic, like this is some ritual. I lose track of how many times I come because it’s all one big rush of ecstasy. All I feel is that adrenaline, and my womb won’t stop throbbing.

“Right there,” he mutters, turning back to English.

There’s a quick shift and a jingle of his belt, next the feel of his suit is gone. My throat goes tight, watching him roughly undress. His skin vibrates after he yanks off the shirt, exposing thick biceps and that torso rippling with ab muscles. I’m always floored by his sculpted chest and those incredible arms, especially the one inked from wrist to shoulder.

Now I feel that scorching skin against my legs.

Without another word, Kieran climbs up on the table and enters me in one swift thrust. “Fuck, you’re throbbing and tight.”

“I feel like I’m going to split apart at the seams, Kieran.” My entire body hums and vibrates. “But, God, you turn me on so much.”

“Even when I’m like this?” He scrapes his teeth along my neck.

“Especially when you’re like this,” I admit, feeling shame from liking it so rough.

“You feel so fucking amazing,” he growls in my ear, tilting his hips to get even deeper. “I’ve wanted to fuck you all week, but I knew I’d hurt you. I had to get the rage out of my system first.” He thrusts harder and harder. “This fucking erection for you wouldn’t go away. I jacked off in the shower every morning, wishing you were in there with me. But I’d be too vicious. You don’t deserve that.”

“I’m your wife.” I dig my nails into his back. “I want to be everything you need.”

“God, yes, tear up my back. I want to feel pain.”

“Me, too. I’m only as tough as you teach me to be.”

“You’re right.” He pushes even deeper inside me.

“Harder, Kieran. Take what you need from me.” My back arches, and feeling so full of him again makes tears leak from my eyes.

He sits back and pulls me by the hips, using me for his pleasureandto get rid of his pain.

“Don’t hold back. I can take it. Let me see the real you.”

His eyes meet mine, and the green is almost gone, they’re so dark. “That’s a dangerous request.”

“Try me. Work me,” I moan.

His phone rings, vibrating off the table. “Fuck,” he curses and answers it.

While he’s inside me! Okay, this might be too much.

“Parisi, are you fucking kidding me?” he snarls into the phone at my father.

When I hear yelling on the other end, I think Kieran will stop, pull out, and storm away.

No, he…

He leans on one elbow and props his knees on the table. Those thick, muscled thighs are now in perfect position to fuck the shit out of me. His relentless drives light up my skin as he hits that spot so deep inside me, my body trembles.

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