“But you made it that way for me; you know you did. It hurt at times, and then you took that sting away and turned it into something erotic and sinful and beautiful. I needed to know you would do that for me, and you did.”
He brushed kisses over her nipples and then more back up her throat to her mouth. He spent time there, indulging himself, letting the taste of her transport him to a place where he just felt. Her. His body. She did that for him.
When he lifted his head, she was once more lying under him, and he needed to get his jeans off before his cock was permanently injured. He rolled over, yanked them down and tossed them aside. When he turned his head, she was looking at him, her eyes wide, her expression a little intimidated.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered, framing her face with his hands. “I’ve always got you. Just keep believing that. No matter what I ask. Or tell you to do. Remember I’ve got you. Some things are going to scare you, but just like that spanking, you’re going to end up experiencing more pleasure than you could possibly imagine.”
Her eyes searched his for a long time. Those beautiful vivid blue eyes that made him think of rare gems. Her lashes fluttered, swept down and then back up. She nodded. He kissed her because he had to. Her mouth was too tempting. She was his now, all of her. Her body. She’d given herself to him and promised she wouldn’t go back on her word. He saw into her enough to know she wouldn’t, no matter how hard things got. Or how difficult each step into his world was. He intended to make them as easy and as pleasurable as possible for her.
Kissing Seychelle was a new experience for him. She might be inexperienced, and he might have kissed hundreds, but with her, kissing became something different, something fresh and perfect. Smoldering heat slid into his veins, spreading like slow embers throughout his body. Blood pooled low and wicked. Flames raced up his thighs, engulfed his balls, consumed his cock, that steel pole that had never been so hard, or so needy.
She moaned softly, those musical notes of gold fanning the flames into a hot fire that rushed through his veins like a storm, mixing with emotion—something that had never happened before. The firestorm rushing through him, mingled with the unfamiliar feelings, added to the sensations roaring through him, heightening his pleasure and his passion for her.
He would never be the poet, the bring-her-flowers-and-candy man. He wasn’t even a gentle man. For her, he wanted to be. He’d started out that way with her, but it hadn’t lasted. His kisses had turned to devouring her. Commanding her. Taking her over. He loved her mouth. The fire there. Her taste. The way she surrendered to him. The way she gave him everything he demanded. He was more the rip-her-clothes-off-anywhere-anytime kind of man. That was him showing her she was desired. Beautiful. Wanted. She hadn’t experienced that yet, but she would. He hoped she would always understand what he was telling her.
His teeth tugged at her lower lip and then bit down. That same spot. Right on his mark. He pulled her lip back gently with his teeth. He loved her mouth. Loved the shape of it. The look of it. The feel of it. “I could kiss you forever. There are so many things I want to teach you,” he whispered against the silk of her lower lip, right over the little mark his teeth had made.
“There are so many things I want to learn,” she whispered back. “I catch images from your mind and they’re so erotic, Savage.”
She was killing him. Slowly killing him. Once she’d made up her mind to give herself to him, she did it all the way. He kissed her again, slow. Taking his time. Breathing for both of them. Exchanging fire. Passion. Giving her the promise of his absolute loyalty—even more. When he lifted his head, her blue eyes were wide with shock.
“You have perfect tits, Seychelle, perfect nipples.” He kissed his way down to them, sucking her left one deep into his mouth, using his tongue to flatten her nipple while his fingers tugged and pinched her right one. He created a wave of sensations, flooding her body with so many different new needs, feeding her passion. She was exceptionally responsive to nipple play. He switched sides, his mouth on her right breast, his hand at her left. She moaned and pushed herself into his mouth, a desperate needy sound escaping her.
His tongue lapped at her. He found himself getting lost in her breasts, the symmetry, the rounded curves that jutted so perfectly out and thrust into his palm, begging him for attention. He couldn’t stop himself from taking things further. He’d thought of her body so many times, the way it would feel to have her breasts just like this, his mouth on her, his hands. Belonging to him.