Page 29 of Savagely Scarred

“I appreciate the gesture.” He kisses the top of my head. “But you might need supervised next time.”

“This is all your fault,” I whine into his neck.

“Mine?”

“Yes. You got me the damn cat.”

He laughs and then says, “I was trying to be sentimental and romantic. I didn’t know I was bringing home a cat from the circus.”

He pulls back and runs his fingers through my hair, knocking some of the flour out. He rakes his eyes over me slowly, taking in my disheveled appearance. When they lock back onto mine, his stare is heated and he digs his fingers into my thighs.

“You need cleaned up.” He hastily pulls my shirt off and tosses it to the floor. “But I want my breakfast first.”

His growing erection presses through our underwear and he rocks his hips into me. I grind into him shamelessly when he kisses up my neck.

“Sage,” I whisper, “We’re going to be late.”

He wraps his hand around my throat and pulls my face closer to his. “Your pussy is my favorite meal.” He rubs against my clit harder. “Are you going to deny a starving man his favorite food?”

I moan when he does it again and say breathlessly, “No.”

“Good girl,” he breathes into my ear.

Still holding my neck, he slams me back onto the counter, sending the flour into the air again. He picks up the knife I used to slice the oranges with and I feel a tug at my hip. He cuts through my panties, destroying yet another pair. His green eyes tear away from mine to look at the cutting board.

“Were you going to make orange juice too?” he inquires and drops the knife to pick one up.

“Yes.”

Sage hums in approval. He squeezes it above my chest, drizzling the juice over my breasts and down my stomach.

“I’ll be sure to drink every… last… drop.”

He grunts before lowering himself and gliding his tongue across my breast, stopping to pull the nipple inside his warm mouth. He tortuously continues his path to the other breast while he slides my ruined panties off.

My pussy pulses in anticipation as he licks down my stomach. Straightening himself back up, he picks up the other half of the orange. His fingers trail up my thigh to my center, and he spreads me apart before squeezing it all over my pussy.

“I already love the taste of you. I’m just making sure I get my vitamin C before you get your vitamin D.”

I don’t have time for a retort before he is plunging his tongue inside of me. My back bows off the counter and I grab his hair forcefully.

A starving man he is.

He devours me.

Licking from one end to the other, he makes sure he gets every last drop like he said he would. All the while my nerve endings are on fire. My breaths come out in pants—his name a whisper on my lips. When he slips two fingers inside of me, I am barely hanging on.

He groans against my clit when he senses I’m close. He picks up the pace of his fingers, curling them slightly. I grab the back of his head when the wave of pleasure crests.

“SAGE!” I scream, riding out my orgasm on his face.

As the feeling starts to recede, he coaxes more out of me while continuing to clean me up with his tongue. Sage stands back up with my arousal glistening on his lips and chin, my heartbeat still throbbing between my legs.

He pulls me to the edge of the counter and notches the head of his cock at my entrance. I wrap my legs around his waist and his fingertips graze the lotus tattoo under my breast.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he groans.

“I’m a hot mess.”