I don’t want anything between us, so I hold it up in front of her face and wait.
“That’s a condom,” she says, and I lean in to nip at her lips.
“I don’t want to use it. Are you on birth control?”
“Yes, but?—”
“I have tests done every three months. My last one was three weeks ago, and I’m good to go.” I lift an eyebrow at her.
“I hadn’t had sex in a year, but?—”
I toss the condom over my shoulder and roll her beneath me.
“No more condoms,” I say against her lips, giving her time to speak up, but she doesn’t.
No, my girl tugs my lips down to hers and wraps her legs around my hips in invitation.
And when I sink into her, I know without a doubt that I’ve never felt anything this good.
“Jesus, baby,” I whisper, holding still, fully seated. “Fuck. This is a first for me, andfuck.”
She tightens, and I see stars.
“Can I ride you?” she asks.
“Fuck yes, you can,” I growl and change our positions, rolling once more, and she immediately starts to move, her hips circling as she braces herself on my chest andfucks me. “Christ, you’re beautiful.”
Her auburn hair hangs around her shoulders, her tits bounce, and her plump lips hang open as she watches me with heavy-lidded eyes.
“You hit the perfect spot,” she groans, chasing her climax. “God, it’s too good.”
“No such thing.” I boost up so I can suck one nipple into my mouth, rolling her piercing with my tongue, and she cries out as she comes around me, her pussy rippling, andfuck, she’s going to pull me with her again. “So goddamn perfect.”
There’s no holding back. I push up into her, coming so hard that it starts to seep out around me, and this perfect woman reaches down to swipe her finger through it, over the shaft of my cock, and then pushes her finger into her mouth.
“Jesus, Savage.”
“Mmm.” She grins, and I know that there’s no going back for me. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
She’s mine.
Sitting up, I wrap my arms around her and hug her to me, burying my face in her neck. Her fingers dive into my hair, and we sit like this for a long minute, holding each other.
“I like your hair,” she whispers.
“Your hair is what fucking dreams are made of. You’re a siren, Violet.”
She laughs and pushes back so she can smile at me. “You say pretty things.” Her face sobers, and she swallows hard. “And I have to go.”
“Where the fuck do you have to be?”
She nibbles on her lip. “I?—”
She looks like she wants to say something, but then she shakes her head.
“You can tell me anything, you know.”
“No.” She pushes her hands through my hair again, making me want to purr. “I can’t. And I really do have to go.”
