Page 61 of Born Savage

Before I had a chance to understand what he was about to do, he pressed his face closer to my pussy. With my core aching and throbbing, the first swath of his heated breath and I rose onto my toes. I knew the quarters were mostly soundproof, but I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying openly.

How embarrassing for anyone to walk in and see this… creature on his knees prepared to feast on me. Especially since I’d all but explained how I’d wanted to cut the man’s heart out. At least that’s what I’d wanted to say.

When a moan of frustration escaped, one dark eyebrow rose in my direction. He was watching me as he’d done before, still confounded by my reaction to him.

I realized I was starting to slide down the wall, helpless in controlling my shaking extremities. The beast came to the rescue, pushing me up until I was standing straight just before he buried his face between my legs.

There was no mistaking the strangled cry erupting from my throat or the wild sweeping array of sensations. His grip on my legs was tight enough I envisioned bruises, but I honestly didn’t care.

He sucked on my clit, taking his time while creating the most embarrassing sound. There was nothing the man did without full intention. This time, he was giving me no reason not to fall prey to his dominance.

Between gasps of raw pleasure, I laughed nervously, shaken completely to the core by his masterful tongue. The beastlike creature could be so controlling, but moments when he caught me off guard the most were when he was tender. Without understanding why, I wanted the full roughness, his actions shattering every thought of decency.

I needed him to fuck me, not fawn over me. To hell with niceties or foreplay. I wanted the whole thing, his dick deep inside my pussy. For reasons only my crazed mind would be able to identify, I grabbed a fistful of hair, yanking as I jutted my hips forward.

He drove several fingers inside, creating an instant ache that was entirely different from the night before. I was trembling all over, the wild excitement surging until I was breathless.

Apparently, he wasn’t interested in stopping at all, pushing all my buttons while licking me. Why I tried to concentrate on watching his tongue being dragged up and down my pussy only to be driven deep inside was beyond me. Unable to breathe, eventually I was lightheaded enough that a fog developed over my eyes.

The ache only increased and my body was restless, almost as much as my mind. “Hurry.”

I gathered he hadn’t been prepared for me to blurt out the word, lifting his head long enough to peer at me quizzically. “Hurry?”

“Yes. I need you… to fuck me.” In admitting my desires, there was a strangling pull as if I’d just admitted defeat to an enemy. I preferred to think of him that way rather than as anyone I could care about. I couldn’t allow myself to feel that way ever again.

Except physically. Now I accepted why there was a beauty in being so physical. If you could learn to turn off your emotions, sex could certainly provide entertainment where no other was available.

My admittance seemed to please him. “Then by all means I’ll… hurry.”

But he didn’t hurry. He did the unthinkable by continuing to tease me, pushing me into a block wall mentally with his expertise. I had my palms pressed against the wall, gasping for air as he dragged me close to a climax and pulled back, barely using his tongue.

I was crazed with need, my body lurching forward with every swipe of his tongue. Finally, when he thrust four fingers inside of me, I wrapped my arms around his head, pressing his face into me. I wouldn’t allow him to get away until he finished the task.

He yanked me from the wall, cupping my buttocks as he feasted. I stared down at him, shaking so badly that had he not been holding me, I would have fallen.

The feeling didn’t last long, replaced by one even more intense. As the orgasm torched my skin by tearing through me, I threw my head back and took gasping, uneven breaths. He held me tightly, refusing to let me go as he slowed his actions, his tongue covering every inch of my pussy.

I was slowly melting, the enjoyment that amazing. This felt like being completely out of control, but for once, I was thrilled I’d let myself go.

However, the cravings hadn’t been completely satisfied. As soon as he pulled away, he stood, our eyes connecting once again. While I understood the term romance since my parents had told me stories about the past before the war, including about date nights, the thought alone led to emotions. Given there was no desire to float into unwanted territory, I gripped his shirt, pulling him closer.

While I thought about mentioning my demand once again, there was no need. He unfastened his trousers, freeing his cock. Where I’d marveled at how incredible and thick it was before, I didn’t want to waste the time at this point. I just needed to feel something. Anything. By the time he pushed me against the wall and yanked my legs around him, I had my hand around his cock.

It took five seconds for him to drive the entire length into me.

“Oh…” My shudder was both audible and physical, almost a sigh of relief.

He almost smashed his head into the wall, stopping just before doing so and keeping his hand in the air. His breathing heavy, he pressed our foreheads together while my muscles stretched to accept his size.

The ache was more intense than before, every nerve ending on edge.

“So tight.”

“Uh-huh,” I muttered in return. By the time I slipped my hands under his shirt, he’d pulled out, driving into me again. The force knocked the wind out of both of us.

When he repeated the action a third time, he didn’t have any control left and neither did I. He was so brutal in his actions, my body was jostled all around. I finally gave in, gripping his shoulders while he fucked me. I’d asked for this, longing to feel the crushing blow of need masked in his savagery.

But I was aching all over for an entirely different reason. I was fucking the man who somewhere inside I’d had a crush on for years. An unknown entity I’d fixated on because there’d been no one to hold me at night.