Page 71 of Savagely Scarred

As soon as the door closes behind her, I relax my legs and Sage comes up gasping for air.

“Jesus. I thought you were trying to drown me,” he pants and runs his fingers through his wet hair. “Would have been the perfect way to die though.” He gives me a salacious smirk.

“Sorry to disappoint, but your mom came out.”

“Oh shit, really?” He whips his head to the door and then turns back to me.

“Yes, I told her you were inside so I couldn’t have you popping up between my legs.”

He chuckles and wraps my legs back around him. “Well then I guess we need to be a little stealthier.”

“Or we could just go to your room,” I counteroffer. He walks us toward the waterfall.

“I can’t wait that long. My cock is aching to be inside of you.” He ravages my lips as we go under the steady stream of water cascading over the rocks.

The purple light dims when he presses me against the wall, my body blocking its source until darkness blankets us. Water crashes around us, its roar swallowing every other sound and carving out a space that belongs to only us.

Sage shifts his swim trunks down and lines the head of his cock up to my entrance. He groans into my neck when I sink down onto him. Gripping the backs of my thighs, he thrusts in deep strokes. I lick down the edge of his ear and suck on his earlobe.

“Fuck, Liv,” he moans and slams into me harder.

“You feel so fucking good,” I rasp in his ear.

A shiver rolls down his spine under my fingertips. My nails assault his back with shallow scratches when he changes his angle and grinds his pelvis into my clit. I bite into his shoulder to suppress a scream.

He groans and his rhythm picks up speed. I kiss him feverishly, and he swallows my moans while we chase our high.

“You gonna come for me?” he breathes against my lips.

The muscles in my thighs tighten, his grip on them faltering slightly. He keeps a steady pace, continuing to hit that glorious spot over and over, determined to make me see those stars he promised.

“Yes. Don’t let go,” I whisper.

“Never,” he says with a miniscule shake of his head.

My eyes meet his in the dim light, his alternate meaning not lost on me. My breath hitches as my orgasm rolls through me like a violent storm. Sage slides his hand over my mouth just in time to silence the loud moan that carries his name. My pussy pulses around his cock and he stills inside of me.

“Fuck,” he spits out, shuddering.

Trailing my hands up his back, goosebumps erupt in my wake. His thrusts slow, our fast breaths mingling in the inch of space between us.

“Never,” he repeats.

Chapter Nineteen

Sage

Sweat coats my skin and I cough into my pajama shirt.

I stand up from the bed, my feet shuffling on the rug.

I fall to the floor and continue to cough.

I’m so tired.

“William!” my dad screams when he kicks in the door to my room.

He runs over to me and picks me up. Black smoke fills the house as he runs to the bathroom to get me a wet cloth for my face. Dad rushes down the steps and stops when we reach the bottom.