Page 50 of Savage Pakhan

The thunder booming outside is nothing in comparison to how my heart is thudding in my chest. I have to catch my breath. I’m so fucking happy, and I can’t remember the last time I felt like this.

I don’t know if I ever have.

My world is cruel and violent. Blood coats my hand on a usual day. I have to be the bad guy. My reputation is what keeps my business so successful. I don’t mind having to be the villain if it means getting to feast on my goddess every night.

“Oh my god, Alek. Mmm.” Her body trembles even after the aftershocks of her orgasm has run its course.

I’m ready to give her a few more. Only if she wants to.

“Kiss me.” The two words are breathy with an edge that can only be described as begging.

I kiss her clit, her stomach, the middle of her chest, and take her lips with mine.

“Taste yourself.” I plunge my tongue in her mouth, and she sucks it by wrapping her lips around it, moaning when her flavor must burst over her taste buds.

To my shock, she reaches between us, wrapping a hand around my stiff cock, and I moan, breaking the kiss because I can’t focus on two things at once right now.

Mia makes me realize I’ve only fucked before. All the women were a temporary relief. I’ve never cared to have more. I never cared they wanted to spend the night. When we both got what we needed, we went our separate ways. I didn’t want the responsibility of taking care of another person. I didn’t have the room in my life to have feelings for someone.

Mia changes all of that. She changes me for the better.

It’s not that I didn’t want to make room, I just wanted to make room for the right person.

Her hand moves to the waistband of the sweatpants, tugging them down my hips to get what she wants. I snag her wrist with a gentle squeeze, wanting to make sure this is what she wants.

Before I can ask, she bites my bottom lip, muttering, “I want this. I want you. Please, Alek. Make me yours. Don’t make me wait another day when I’ve waited forever for you.” She places kisses down my throat, sucking on one spot at the base of my neck near my collarbone that has me see stars.

My cock jerks, a small orgasm causing me to groan as it shoots from me, wetting my sweatpants.

“Fuck. I need you so fucking much.” I press my cheek against her shoulder, grabbing onto her for dear life to control the urge to fuck her into this mattress.

It’s her first time.

I have to be mindful of that.

Sitting up, I drag her hands down the front of my body, and she tugs the sweatpants down my hips completely. My cock springs free, slapping against my thigh, come still leaking from the slit and smearing on my thigh.

“You…?” Her big eyes peer up at me as she trails her finger through the evidence of my lust.

“Almost. I had to control myself.” I run my hand through her hair as she explores the nine inches that belongs to her.

“I want to see you.”

I lean back, confused. I’m naked. She’s able to see all of me right now. She twirls her index finger in the air and bites her lip.

Oh.

I slide off the bed, holds my arms out, and give her a slow spin. Her hand grips my ass and I smile, making note that she likes my back. Her palm is warm and kind, roaming down my thigh, then up my spine.

“You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”

Her words have me turn around, my cock pointing directly at her.

I wrap a hand around myself, giving my aching shaft some relief. “No other women compare to you. You’re breathtaking to me.”

She moves to me, skimming her nails down my chest. The rough tickle roams over my nipples and I’m surprised how much I like the sensation.

“There’s no pressure. If you want to stop, we will stop.”