Page 84 of Savage Wounds


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I don’t know, but I want to find out.

But this? This right here is the best I’ve ever felt, so anything after that will be even better.

He flattens his tongue and moves it in circular motions. My hands are shaking, my knees buckling.

“I’m gonna…” The words die in my throat as the most powerful release I have ever felt pummels through me. “Yes! Oh God, A!”

His growling sensations only push me further over the edge while his teeth graze me there as I spill on his tongue. He sucks me into his mouth, and when he’s done, he kisses the insides of both of my thighs, then up my stomach, until he’s on his feet again. He flips me around until I face him, and he reaches behind me, undoing my hands and setting them free.

His body is back against mine, and his breaths are heavy while mine burn through my lungs.

“Beautiful and sweet,” he says. “Just like I knew you’d be.”

“A…” I cry, my hand reaching out, palm cupping his cheek.

When I feel his skin beneath my fingertips, an ache lodges in my throat. I run my fingers across his full, soft lips, tracing them. Down I go, drawing around his stubbled jaw and to his other cheek. My God, I want to see him. But this, right now, is enough.I place his cheek within my palm once more and pant from the weight of my emotions.

Instead of running, he delves his face into my touch, like it’s the most powerful thing in the world. Together, we stay this way for seconds or minutes, but neither of us is counting. And all I wish is for us to stay this way forever.

“Kayla…” My name is a throaty rasp.

“Yes?”

“I’ve never let anyone touch me this way before.”

Tears burn within my eyes because I feel his pain. Feel it etched into every word, into his every molecule. The love he’s lacked, the affection that has never been shown to him, it burns in him. He needs it so badly. He doesn’t have to say it. I can sense it as though the pain is my own.

“Do you like it?” I run the back of my hand across his mouth. “Do you like my hands on you?”

Instead of answering, he grabs my jaw, not hard enough to hurt, yet strong enough to feel it burning through my skin.

With his other hand, he catches my wrists and pins my arms to the wall above my head, and slowly, he moves his body closer until it’s trapping mine.

His lips… I can feel them hovering there against my mouth, like they’re fighting for a taste.

I’m afraid to say a word, afraid he won’t kiss me. A moan slips out from my lips when he brushes his with mine.

I bury my fingers in his hair, careful not to push him into me, wanting him to want it himself.

“My baby bird… You’re my curse and my sanctuary.”

Before I can question the meaning of those words, he slams his lips to mine and ends this grueling torture.

I groan with everything in me, my hands gripping his head, hair,anything I can grasp. His fingers are everywhere too—running up my thighs, my arms, tangled into my hair as his sensual growls beat with utter abandon.

His heavy cock rocks between us, and I want to get on my knees and taste him, make him mine in every way possible. There’s no shame. No mistaking my need for him even while it may not make sense.

But I don’t fight it. I don’t want to. Those monsters from my past don’t get to ruin a single thing about this moment. They don’t deserve that. They never will. Every day, I’ll fight. I’ll fight their hold on me until I’m the one who wields the power.

I lower one hand and grip his length in my palm. He nips my lower lip, grunting as I stroke him.

I want this. I need this.

He sucks my tongue into his mouth, matching my movements, dropping his hand to my center.

Without warning, he thrusts multiple fingers inside my soaked pussy and curls them, driving into me so roughly, stars erupt behind my eyes.

“Mmm,” I whimper around his mouth, fisting the crown of his cock in my palm, so hard he grunts.

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