Page 80 of Savage Rancher

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I take him deeper, relaxing my throat, and his entire body shudders.

"That's it. Fuck, that's it."

His hand tightens in my hair, and I let him guide me now. I want to feel him come apart.

His breathing becomes ragged, his thrusts more erratic. "Emma, I'm close."

I hum around him, and that's all it takes.

He comes with a groan, his fists pulling my hair, his entire body going rigid.

I swallow, taking everything he gives me, and the taste of him—salt and musk and Jake—fills my mouth.

When he's finished, I pull back slowly, licking my lips.

His eyes are dark, glazed, his chest heaving.

"Fuck." The word comes out reverent. He pulls me to my feet, his hands gentle now, and kisses me. Deep. Possessive.

Like he's claiming me all over again.

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JAKE

Ikeep telling Emma she’s mine, but truth? She’s the one who just claimed me.

I fucking love it. And I’m going to show her how much.

"On the bed," I say against her lips. "Now."

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EMMA

The command sends heat through me, but it's different this time. Softer. Less urgent.

I move to the bed, and he follows, his eyes tracking every movement. When I lie back against the pillows, he doesn't rush or grab or take.

He kisses me instead. Unhurried—like he has all the time in the world. His mouth moves from my lips to my jaw, down my neck, across my collarbone.

Taking his time.

Savoring.

His hands slide under my shirt, pushing it up and off, and I arch into his touch.

"So fucking beautiful," he murmurs against my skin. His hands slip behind me, unhooking my bra and tossing it aside as his mouth finds my breast.

Slow circles with his tongue.

Gentle suction.

The scrape of his teeth.

I gasp, my hands fisting in his hair.

He moves lower, kissing down my stomach, his hands sliding my jeans and underwear down my legs.

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