Page 31 of Born Savage

As her lips parted in frustration, she panted in ragged breaths, even softly laughing while trying to pull her hand away.

I refused, squeezing it instead.

She wasn’t moving, wasn’t even looking me in the eyes any longer. As if doing so was painful. Or as if she fully understood what I’d just said to her.

We had to make our own way in this world. No one was coming to save us. Not gods from the heavens or men in power on Earth.

And if there were aliens, they certainly didn’t want the earth left to them, scorched and barren much like the people holding court.

Instead of trying to pull her hand free again, she raised our combined fingers to her cheek. The sensations were more potent, as if a touch spoke a thousand words.

Uncurling my fingers, she rubbed her face into my palm and her acknowledgment of our connection was enough.

More than enough.

No, it was everything that shouldn’t be.

I pushed her toward the cot, tossing her down. There was no tenderness left in me, just a cold, hard need that threatened to consume what was left of my decency.

Star opened herself to me, yielding in a way I hadn’t expected. With her legs parting, bending at the knee and spreading wide open for me, I was momentarily locked in the sight of her beautiful pussy.

My breathing agonizing, for a few seconds I was blinded by my own twisted desire, as if a darkness had consumed me. She was mine. The possessive nature didn’t make any sense. For whatever purpose she was intended, I was certain it didn’t include a laboratory creation by her side.

Whatever.

Tonight was different.

Tonight was about forgetting all things brutal and unforgiving.

Tonight was about living.

As soon as I crawled onto the bed, she reached for me, the look in her eyes as if seeing a ghost. Or as if realizing our connection was as real as it was raw.

Her hips tilted as I pressed my weight against her, the tip of my cock already finding the wetness of her soft folds. She slipped her hand between us, folding her fingers around my dick and pushing the tip inside.

A reminder that she was a virgin formed in the back of my mind.

Her laugh was nervous, the slight shake of her head an indication she sensed what was crossing my mind. “Just fuck me. Okay?”

Maybe she did understand what she was asking for. Maybe she was hopeful that through our carnal sin something would change, a growth that was rare. A closeness that could withstand the effects of the war.

Whatever the case, I rose onto my arms so I could see her face. I wanted to watch the string of emotions rolling through as I fucked her. As soon as my cockhead was inside, all the willpower in the world couldn’t keep me from claiming her.

I drove my hips forward, plunging the full length of my dick inside.

Her cry ripped through the space, no doubt heard from outside. While I enjoyed the strangled cry, the moan following, I had no desire to be interrupted.

Not now.

Not… now.

I captured her mouth, taking every whimper as I pulled out, thrusting into her again.

She writhed underneath me, creating even more heat spiraling between us. The way she rubbed her hands over my shoulders fueled the hunger more than before. Then as she raked her nails down my back, she managed to bring out the true Savage in me.

The pleasure was intense, much more so than with the few women I’d dared touch in my life. None had brought such rapture. None had awakened the beast within me.

And none had kept my attention for longer than a few seconds.