Page 112 of The Savage King

“I need to go deeper,” he growls softly. “Turn the tap off.”

He spins me and I do as he orders, then we’re back out in the bedroom. Decker sits on the bed, and I let out a moan.

“Oh, god.” I grip his shoulders and press my knees into the mattress to lift off him.

“Fuck, that felt good.” He grins.

“You are long,” I say on breath and his grin widens as he takes my hips and begins to grind me over him.

“Touch your breasts,” Decker tells me, and I do, pinching my nipples and moaning as pleasure shoots through me. “Fuck yes, do that again. Your pussy is clenching me.”

Again and again, I do as he orders, until finally, he flips me under him and lifts my legs over his shoulders.

“I’m going to slam into this pussy of yours, so you know who owns it,” Decker rasps.

“Yes,”

Thrust.

“Isabelle,” he growls.

Slam.

“This hot cunt milking my cock is all mine,” his voice taunts, face clenching as I grab handfuls of linen.

“Decker, oh my god. I’m going to come!” I cry, then wrap my arms around him as he pulls me against his chest and rumble into my ear like the warrior he is.

“Izzy, fuck. Come, baby, come now,” Decker growls.

My eyes close, my body aches, and the world explodes as the heat at my core flashes through every vein in my body.

Then my eyes fly open as I’m suddenly empty and bare.

Decker has his hand around his cock and is coming onto my stomach. An almost devastating emotion hits me.

I wanted to feel all of it.

I wanted his seed inside me.

Irresponsible, I know, but I wanted all of him.

When his eyes meet mine, I know he sees my disappointment.

“Next time,” he says, leaning to kiss me, his lips trailing down my neck.

Next time?

There is no next time.

He knows that, right?

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IDOZE, WRAPPED inDecker’s arms, the turbulence forcing my eyes open from time to time. It’s not bad, though it constantly reminds me we’re in the air.

On the way home.

“Tell me you’re okay,” Decker had said as he wiped me down afterward.

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