Page 108 of Pretty Savage: Defy

It’s just the right size, enough to fill me but not so big that it hurts. I move the dagger with leisurely drags in and out of my pussy while I keep my other hand stimulating my breast. Pleasure follows each long stroke, heat gathering as my body grows slick around the grip.

Carrson stops breathing as he watches me fuck myself with his knife. His pupils have swallowed nearly all the brown in his eyes. His hips thrust into empty air while the muscles across his shoulders and chest strain.

I cry out as I pinch my nipple hard and plunge the handle as deep as I can.

Carrson’s chest heaves. “You’re the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

The praise burns through me. Here, in a place where other women have touched him and his past watches from every shadow, Carrson can’t take his eyes off me.

Possessive desire for him unfurls, rushing through my blood.

Mine.

I move faster, moaning and cursing. “Holy fuck.”

“There’s nothing holy about the way I think of you.” His grin is dark and wicked. “Every dirty, depraved fantasy. Every dark desire.”

He groans again like he’s in physical pain.

“Let me go.”

“No.”

“I can’t wait anymore.” His voice is raw with need. “I want to fuck you every way known to man, and when I’ve exhausted those, I’ll invent new ones.”

The orgasm gathers fast, drawing every muscle low in my body taut. It climbs toward its breaking point, but before it can take me, I pull both hands away.

A frustrated cry escapes me as I ease the handle free. I reach behind me and place the dagger on the table, out of the way.

My body clenches around the sudden emptiness, aching to be filled again.

Good thing I have something better waiting for me.

Two steps and I’m back to Carrson.

“Are you ready?” I slide off my underwear but leave the garter belt and stockings in place.

“Are you seriously asking me that?”

My smile turns triumphant as I undo his jeans and pull his cock free. It stands up straight, so thick and wide I have to remind myself that I’ve taken him before. I know how he’ll fit. How good it will be.

With my hands on his shoulders, I climb into his lap and center myself over his tip. My body demands speed, desperate to claim release, but I ignore it and ease down. Every inch stretches me. All my focus goes to the sensation of him entering me, the way my body wraps around him.

When I’m finally seated on him as deep as I can go, I hold still for a beat, absorbing the way he swells inside me, how his chest heaves against mine. He fills every hollow place the dagger left behind, replacing polished steel with living heat.

I tip my head back with a long moan.

Carrson bends forward and presses his mouth to my throat. His tongue moves over the skin above my racing pulse, followed by the soft drag of his lips.

“Ich liebe dich,” he murmurs.

The unfamiliar words mix with his breath, warming my skin as I begin to move.

I want to ask what they mean, but pleasure is already rebuilding, deeper than before. I brace my hands on his shoulders and rise, feeling every ridge of him drag through me before I lower myself again. I move in drawn-out strokes, keeping my pelvis close so every descent rubs my clit against him, stimulating me higher and higher.

“I want you so badly,” I breathe, bending closer to kiss him. “All the time.”

“Te quiero.” He drives his hips upward, forcing a cry from my mouth.