Page 27 of Savoring Sienna
“You’re sure, love?”
At her nod, he settled between her thighs, and this time, he didn’t ask. Since she’d already demanded, he just took. He lined himself up at her entrance. The head of his cock glistened with precum. Her body, still trembling from her last orgasm, was soft and pliant beneath him. He pushed inside slowly—too slowly by the way she clutched at his hips, but he refused to be rushed, preferring to savor the way her walls stretched around him, and the way her breath hitched as he filled her inch by inch.
“Look at me,” he demanded in a rough voice. “Breathe for me, kitten.” He stayed still, letting her adjust. Her eyes locked on to his, glowing with desperation. “Don’t let your mind stray, love. Stay with me.”
She nodded, her nails digging into his shoulders as he bottomed out inside her. He groaned at the tight, wet heat of her. “Fuck.” He clenched his teeth as his control frayed at the edges.
“Move,” she begged. “Please, Master Crone—fuck me.”
That was all it took. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, his hips snapping against hers hard enough to make the bed creak beneath them. "Ohh… yes," she moaned, her back bowing off the mattress as her nails raked down his shoulders in a sting that only drove him harder. He took her with all the roughness she demanded from him driven by the clenching of her muscles around his shaft feeding the fire. The broken cries of pleasure against his throat pushed him further past the edge of restraint. He wanted her to feel him in every thrust, and brand her with the memory of who it was that unmade her like this. Beneath his possessiveness was a truth fiercer than hunger. His roughness was devotion completely devoid of harm.
“Crone,” she whimpered as her hands slid beneath the hem of his singlet. The brush of her fingertips against the ridged skin low on his spine sent a cold grip of dread through his chest at how close she came to finding what he kept hidden. He caught her wrists before she could map further.
“Not yet,” he growled, pinning her hands above her head and anchoring her there as he drove into her with relentless strength. Her breasts swayed with the force of his thrusts, the flesh flushed and her nipples drawn tight. The vision shattered his control. He leaned down and caught one between his teeth, biting hard enough to wrench a gasp from her throat. “Fuck,” hegrunted as her inner muscles spasmed hard around his cock in response.
“You take me so well.” The growl against her skin was a dark promise. “Such a good little kitten, taking every inch of your Master’s cock.”
“Oh, sweet lord,” she whined as he hammered against that sweet spot inside her again and again.
“That’s it, kitten. Show me how much you like your Master’s cock inside you,” he grunted as he felt her orgasm building again when her body tightened around him. He reveled in it. “Yes, just like that. Fuck.” He pounded harder, the silky walls around his shaft fluttered wildly as her breathing stuttered.
“Come for me again,” he ordered in a whip-crack of command. “Now.”
“Holy shit,” she keened, arching her back as her body locked around him. “Crone!” she screamed as her release crashed over her. The feel of her clenching around him was too much and his control shattered. His hips bucked wildly as he buried himself deeper and came with a guttural groan, his release spilling inside her.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing and the scent of sex thick in the air. His weight pressed her into the mattress, cocooning her in their shared passion as his mouth claimed hers in a kiss that started gentle before evolving into primal possession..
“Mine,” he murmured against her lips.
“Yes, Master Crone. Yours.” The affirmation turned his heart into a galloping racehorse. His arms tightened around her, cherishing the raw honesty vibrating in her voice.
They lay tangled together until their breathing slowed. She shifted in his arms, tugging at his shirt. “It’s not fair. I’m naked and vulnerable while you stay covered.”
He stared at her for a long moment, reading the silent plea in her eyes.I trusted you, now please trust me. Without a word, he pulled away, gripping the hem of the shirt. A heartbeat of hesitation, then he pulled it off and turned to toss it on the chair.
Her horrified gasp stabbed through him. The lattice of old whip marks carved across his back told their own story of cruelty. But before he could retreat, her warm hands pressed against his skin. Her touch traced each raised scar with infinite gentleness.
“Who did this to you?” The question was coated with rage and grief.
“It was another lifetime.” He stayed still as her lips followed the path of her fingers, pressing healing kisses along each mark. No one had ever touched his scars, especially those ugly ones. The simple acceptance in her caress shattered the last of his defenses.
“Now I understand,” she whispered against his skin. “Why you knew exactly how to touch mine. Why you didn’t flinch or look away.”
He turned, gathering her close. “We’re both survivors, love.” His voice roughened. “Our scars prove we’re stronger than those who tried to break us.”
She pressed her face into his chest aligning their marked bodies. For the first time in years, he didn’t feel the need to hide his body.
“Stay with me tonight?” The vulnerability in his request surprised them both. Her answer was to pull him back to the bed, arranging herself in his arms as if she’d always belonged there.
Still, her curiosity got the better of her as her fingers traced the silvery-gray patterns across his brow and chest with gentle curiosity. Each scar held its own texture, some smooth, others raised and mottled.
“Why are they discolored? Some look almost metallic.”
Crone remained silent, weighing whether she could bear the darkness of his past. His fingers brushed the hook-shaped scar on her belly. He closed his eyes, understanding the cost of rehashing such stories. Dragging in a deep breath, he responded in a tight voice.
“I was a Navy SEAL on a recovery mission. I was captured and tortured by ISIS for two years.”
“Oh, my god.” She sat up abruptly with tears welling in her eyes. Her hands moved with renewed purpose, settling on his right shoulder where jagged tissue formed an irregular scar. “What… what did they use for this one?”
