Page 24 of Savage

“Fuck, sugar,” he breathed against my neck. He was just as into this.

Something burst in my chest because I realized it must mean our child was meant to be. Perhaps the little peanut had orchestrated everything. The baby’s soul somehow threw us together to make sure it would come into this world to the right parents, at the right time.

This was all crazy. Fantasy fiction. I’d been reading too manyHarry Potternovels. Hell, I was delirious from the need to come.

Except I swore the Earth tilted, and the bed slid sideways as Clint brought the pad of his thumb to my clit and rubbed.

I screamed, arching up as my toes curled up, and my legs shot long alongside him. The orgasm rocked through me like a sonic blast, and I shivered from head to toe as the waves kept rolling and rolling. I’d never come like this before. Not with any other guy. Not with my vibrator or fingers. Not even in the storeroom our first time.

My eyes rolled back in my head, and lights danced in my vision.

And then I was on my belly, Clint nudging my legs wide and entering me from behind. I straightened my arms and braced myself against the headboard, so he could use some force, and he did, setting one hand on my shoulder to hold me in place. He fucked me hard, wrapping a fist in my hair and gently tugging to lift my head.

The sound of flesh slapping flesh, our ragged breaths filled the air.

“Aw, you just got so wet, sugar. You like having your hair pulled?”

Did I? No one had ever done it before.

I whimpered my assent. I sure liked it whenhedid it, anyway. But then, I liked everything he did. Somehow, he’d mastered the art of being both respectful and dirty at the same time. I felt safe with him, even with his huge size and strength. He was fucking me like I was a two-dollar hooker, and yet he was making sure I was right there with him. I was. I so… fucking was.

I felt the headboard lean as he moved his hand and braced against it, too, and he plowed deeper, right into my g-spot. His loins slapped my ass, activating every pleasure center. My swollen breasts rubbed over the bedcovers, my pussy gushed with arousal. I wanted it. Needed it, and I’d already come once. I rarely came more than one time, but this time, nothing was going to stop it.

“Clint,” I started whimpering, my need for release getting close again.

“Becky… sugar… I’m going to come,” he warned. “I’m going to fill you up.”

“Oh God, yes,” I moaned, so ready.

He pounded into me, and I arched my back, spread my legs wide and braced my arms to take every wild thrust. This was more intense than the time in the storeroom. Wild. Frantic. As if we couldn’t get enough. It was… savage. Both of us were.

“Please,” I whimpered, even though it was already happening. I was out of my mind—didn’t know what I was saying. I reached between my legs, touched my clit. It was so big, so hard and swollen. “Please, Clint, please.”

“Yes!” he roared. “Fuck, yes!” He was a wild beast, pounding over me in a capturing, violent hug from behind. His arms banded around me, and we bounced on the bed and rolled to the side, while he continued to jerk and come inside me.

I swore I felt the heat of his cum hitting my inner walls, searing me with his essence. If I wasn’t already pregnant, that would have done it.

“Ouch!” I startled when something sharp pricked my shoulder.

Clint jerked so hard both our bodies lifted into the air and flopped back down on the mattress like we were on a trampoline. “Oh, shit, Becky, I think I bit you.” He sounded a little panicked.

“Iknowyou did,” I laughed ruefully. “I felt it.” I reached up to cover the place that stung and throbbed. “Oh my God, I think it’s bleeding.”

“I know, I’m sorry. Shit, I’m so sorry.” Clint moved my hand and—to my shock—licked the place his tooth had punctured my skin. The throbbing immediately eased.

“Seriously. I don’t even know how that’s possible.” I tried to imagine how his teeth could be so sharp because he hadn’t bitten me that hard.

“You felt so good,” he groaned, trying to catch his breath. “I lost control. I will never bite you again, I promise.”

“It’s okay,” I murmured, already sleepy after the two orgasms. The idea of him getting that turned on, that kinky, that he wanted to bite me, well, was over the top. Knowing I made him that wild filled me with female power. “I’m fine.”

“Fuck,” Clint whispered, but he settled behind me, curling his larger body around mine and wrapping an arm over my waist. He splayed his palm right over my abdomen, like he knew about the pregnancy. Like he was laying claim to the baby. Or protecting it.

But that was silly. He couldn’t know because it was dark, and I’d covered his hand with mine, so he wouldn’t slide it around and explore the shape of my belly.

As I drifted off to sleep, I heard myself humming contentedly, my voice mimicking the pleasure in my body. The warmth in my limbs. The satisfaction of feeling Clint’s cum leaking from my slit as he held me in his arms and brushed his lips in my hair.

For now, I was happy. Safe. Sated. The rest? It wasn’t going away, but it could wait.