Page 24 of Born Savage

His touch and the way he was holding me sent a wave of white-hot heat into my very core, leaving me trembling all over.

The kiss itself was pure liquid fire, creating a haze around my head that left me wanting more.

So much more.

My pussy throbbed, my nipples aching and unimaginable things skittered through my mind.

Filthy things I wanted him to do to me, cravings that no good girl should ever have, certainly not one incapable of caring about anyone. At least not this way.

Hunger coiled in my belly, a tight knot that threatened to consume me much like the man was doing. Correction, the Savage. I had to remind myself that only part of him was even human, but my control and all sense of decency had shattered. If this is what happened to men created in the image of a god, then I was all for it.

His tongue swept back and forth, consuming my mouth as his hold illustrated his control over me. How was that even possible? How could I allow him to touch me this way?

He was absolutely gorgeous, carved to perfection.

While at first his actions were frantic, now they’d slowed. He was taking his time, his actions slow and methodical. Tasting me.

Taunting me.

Uncontrollable need flared, driving aside rationality.

Every time he growled, the deep, intense sound vibrated against my skin leaving me breathless. No matter how many times I continued to tell myself I shouldn’t feel this way, my body refused to listen.

Being able to touch him, stroking his arm and shoulder, tangling my fingers in his hair brought a sense of calm. I’d experienced something similar once in my life, at a time when I’d been lost both physically and emotionally.

Strong arms had captured me, keeping me from danger.

A warm scent had welcomed me, the closeness ridding demons.

And a promise made had been a promise kept of ensuring my safety.

That was all I remembered. Feelings. A whispered few words furrowing into the darkest portions of my mind. Nothing was real, yet everything had allowed me to continue, building strength and determination while moving forward.

The moment felt insane, as if I’d finally succumbed to the lingering effects of radiation poisoning. It could last in someone’s bloodstream for years, slowly claiming the person’s mind while ravaging organs. It was a great fear, a reality of those living in the Graveyard.

But at least on a night when I could have perished, the Savage had kept me alive. In turn, my body craved his touch, his lips. His cock. It wasn’t lost on me that he’d be my first, something so personal I dared not tell him.

A moment of being the frightened girl who dwelled underneath a dozen layers of armor struggled to reach the surface. She’d put a stop to this, fearful she wasn’t good enough. She’d continue the act of defiance to mask the shame of being a virgin. Until being faced with this man, this… Savage, that girl had succeeded. But not tonight.

Tonight, the wild girl, the one who desired to feel something entirely her own overcame the angst. And fueled a passion she didn’t know existed.

Another sound erupted from his depth as he pulled his lips away. His fingers dug into my scalp while holding me in place, close enough he could drag his tongue from one side of my jaw to the other. In doing so, every inch of me tingled, the wash of heat soaring through my veins powerful enough to ignite my core.

While the pads on his fingers were rough, hardened by days spent in the wild, his touch was surprisingly tender. Stroking me.

Caressing me.

Boosting the desire threatening to overcome every bit of common sense. I wiggled in his hold, floored at the yearning swirling around me. It was as if I could hear voices telling me this was right. This was perfect. This was the future. Insanity. Fucking insanity and yet, I couldn’t hold back.

I kissed him back, pressing my lips against his in a way letting him know I was eager, willing. Hungry. He rubbed one hand down my back, digging his fingers into my buttocks. All while heat twisted in my stomach. I could no longer feel my legs and my mouth had a mind of its own.

Our tongues danced once again only this time, the intimacy was rougher. Needier. The moment was exciting, everything the fantasies written in my mind from reading books had offered. Had promised. Romance. Hot sex. A man craving me. I could envision a future together if only for a little while.

The thought was blasphemous, an indulgence that few were offered and no one achieved. Yet here I was pretending that after this, some sense of normalcy would occur when everything was slowly crumbling all around.

A king and queen determined to destroy all those opposing a tainted realm. A twinge of fear and I slammed my hands against Rage’s shoulders, managing to push him away.

We were both gasping for air, our eyes darting back and forth across the other’s, his so much like mine. Rimmed in gold. An awakening of his soul inside. A Savage. I craved a Savage. How was that even possible?