It was a mistake on her part to remind him of the week from hell he’d had while she was gone. “Are you slick now, just at the idea of doing something dirty with me?”
“Of course.” She didn’t lie, but then, she never did with him.
“Grab two of the pillows. Put them in the middle of the bed. Take off your shorts. If you want, you can take off your tank as well. If you’re more comfortable, you can leave it on.”
Savage watched his little angel walk to the edge of the bed, shimmy out of her shorts and lay the two pillows in the middle of the bed. She had that toy in her hand. Her hips were perfect. Curved from her small waist, forming the lower half of a wonderful hourglass. Her skin was just exactly as he knew it would be—a pristine canvas.
He nearly groaned aloud. Fire radiated up his groin and spread through his body. He would never be able to get that vision out of his head now that he’d seen it. Now that he knew exactly what was hidden beneath her clothing. Like her tits, she had generous hips and that sweet ass. He had done his best not to fixate on her body or her skin, but it was far too late now. His balls grew hot and tight, boiling with the need to be free.
“Crawl onto the bed, baby. You need to lie belly down, hips over the pillows. Fit that little toy over your clit and turn it on the lowest setting. I’ll be right there.” If he could walk. “I don’t want you turning around. I just want you lying there, waiting for me. Anticipation is half the fun.”
He didn’t take his eyes off her as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. She didn’t hesitate this time, climbing up onto the bed, knees and hands placed carefully, her gorgeous ass swaying as she crawled to the center of the mattress. The two pillows pushed her bottom into the air, presenting her perfectly to him.
Savage took his boots off, and then shoved his jeans off, making his way slowly to the bed. She was so beautiful waiting there for him. Laid out for him. She obeyed him. Not once did she glance back to see what he was doing, and he was deliberately silent. She had discipline. She’d need it if he really did what his mind kept telling him to—make her his. He knew he shouldn’t, but why the hell had fate thrown her in his path if not to give her to him?
He slid onto the bed beside her, turning his body so that he had a little bit of room. He was going to need it. “You do know that you scared the hell out of me, right, baby? No one has ever done that. Not since I was a little kid.”
He rubbed her gorgeous bare cheeks in a circular motion. Let his hand slide just a little close to her entrance to feel her heat. He wanted to taste her. Pump his cock hard into her. He knew better. One small victory at a time. This one was the most important right now.
“You gotta pay for that shit, Seychelle. That, and not answering me. I didn’t like that. When I call you, when I text, you answer me first thing. I don’t fuckin’ care what you’re doing, you stop and answer me so I know you’re safe. You’re not to make a sound unless you come. Not one sound. Turn that little toy to medium.”
He leaned down and nuzzled her bottom. First one cheek and then the other, allowing the bristles along his jaw to rub her tender skin. Without warning, he swatted her hard. Over and over. At first he switched cheeks and ensured he never hit the same place twice. Her cheeks turned bright red with his handprints. She started to struggle instinctively, just a little, but she didn’t cry out.
Demons roared. His body went crazy. Joy surged through him. He hadn’t felt this way in years—if ever. Never, whispered the devil. Never. This was real. This was the way he was meant to feel. This was why his cock was so hard, so full, in spite of the scars.
“Kick it up, baby, the vibrator, kick it up higher,” he instructed. She had to stay with him. She had to keep going. He rubbed his hand over those marks. His marks. On her. Seychelle. His woman.
She settled, her hips bucking, and he pressed his body tighter against her, his cock so hot he knew she felt him like a brand. His fist jerked hard in time with her frantic hips. He could see his seed marking her white skin, long strings of pearly white leaking from the sensitive crown, a small preview of what was to come. Threads tying them together.