His teeth caught at her right nipple, closed like a light clamp and tugged, while his fingers pinched, doing the same to her left. She gasped, her eyes going wide, looking down at the sight, just as he flicked a glance up, trying to take in the beauty of her nipples pinched and elongated, waiting for his art, waiting to learn what would make her body come apart for him.
“That’s too hard, too much, Savage. It hurts,” she whispered, arching her back, pushing her breasts deeper into his mouth, trying to get away from his teeth and fingers.
“Does it, baby?” He licked at her nipple, soothing the sting. His voice turned to a velvet lure. “Does it hurt bad or good? Like the spanking? Is your sweet little pussy on fire?”
His hand slid between her legs, his thumb massaging her clit, his finger sliding into that tight, slick tunnel. It was so hot. So moist. Her muscles clamped down on him. “I think you like it, Seychelle.” He kissed her nipple and deliberately used his teeth again, this time biting gently and tugging, feeling the hot liquid coating his finger. “Yeah, baby, you like that, don’t you? You like it a little rough. Your tits were made just for me, and I’m so in love with your nipples. Do you have any idea the things I can do to make you wild?”
He lifted his head and looked down at her, knowing his gaze was possessive, filled with a dark lust he couldn’t hide and didn’t want to. He wanted her to see she was the only woman he truly wanted. He really needed. She had been worried he wasn’t physically attracted. “Baby, I know you feel what I’m feeling. You see inside of me. I can’t fake this kind of need for you. Or this kind of emotion. It’s been growing ever since I first laid eyes on you.”
She blinked, her lashes wet, spiky and turned up so that he couldn’t resist leaning down to lick at her stinging nipple, swirling his tongue around her areola and then pressing kisses over that perfect rounded globe before lifting his head.
“Tell me what your body is feeling.” He whispered the enticement.
She took a breath, but her gaze stayed melded to his. “Hot. A little out of control. I can’t keep still because I’m feeling a burning sensation that’s getting worse, and a coiling tightness that’s becoming a terrible pressure.”
“And when I bite down on your nipple? When pain mixes with pleasure?” He pushed her for the answer. He’d been mostly gentle, but a couple of times he’d tested her to see how her body would respond to what he needed. How fast or slow he would have to go with her. He wanted to go slow, but that wasn’t going to happen, not as slow as he’d like.
“At first I thought it hurt too bad and I wanted to cry, but then it felt amazing, like this heat wave rushing through my body and centering low, as if all my blood pooled there. I thought for a moment I might even climax.”
His heart jumped. She was perfect for him. That honesty he would always be able to count on. The way her body reacted to his needs. He’d known it the moment she’d touched him and forged that connection between them. He’d seen it in her eyes, the curiosity. The need. The start of a dark desire. He just had to bring her into his world carefully. Lovingly. Make certain every single time the pleasure outweighed everything else. He nuzzled her breasts with the bristles along his jaw. “I can’t wait to clamp you, baby. You’re going to love how it makes you feel.”
He continued to move down her body, kissing his way along her ribs and then her belly, his teeth nipping occasionally, not always gently, leaving little marks, until he came to her smooth, bare mound. Circling her thighs with his hands, he pulled her legs wide apart and settled between them, lapping at that sweet little bare spot he’d created and then her pussy lips.
“Love this so much, Seychelle. I thought I’d never have this. You taste like honey and wild strawberries. Your skin. Your mouth and your sweet, sweet pussy.” He ran his tongue up her inner thigh.
Her fingers went to his shoulders, digging deep. Her hips squirming. Her breath came in ragged little explosions. She didn’t once pull away from him, not even when he nipped her, or when his teeth caught her bare lip and tugged and then his tongue flicked her clit. She gasped and gave him more liquid to lap up, but she didn’t pull away.
“Savage.” His name was a plea.
“Tell me what you want, baby.” Before she could answer, he circled, lapped and then flattened his tongue and used broad strokes on her clit until she was writhing against his mouth.
She strained against him, pushing her needy pussy against him. He breathed warm air over her while she moaned and then thrashed when he worked one finger into her tight, saturated folds. He couldn’t stop himself from devouring her. He’d promised himself he’d go slow, but she tasted so damn good and he’d waited so long. Her body’s response was beyond anything he’d hoped.