THIRTEEN

Savage reached around Seychelle’s hip to touch her left ass cheek softly, fingers kneading and then rubbing in a soothing circle before he slid his thumb between her pussy lips to find moisture. “I love the way you look right now, Seychelle. I’m so proud of you. I know this isn’t easy.” His hands cupped both cheeks, rubbing circles gently.

He’d dreamt of her ass, the perfection of her firm globes. He’d dreamt of this moment when she gave him her body. He wanted everything. He would claim every inch of her, make her irrevocably his. He’d been trained in the art of seduction. He knew more about sex than anything else, other than how to kill or extract information from an unwilling prisoner. He was extremely proficient in all three subjects. He would make certain her body responded only to his command. But that wasn’t enough for him. He wanted her heart and soul.

“Lay across my lap, Seychelle.” He gave the order in a firm voice, all the while rubbing her perfect ass cheeks. “Don’t be afraid, baby. I’ve got you.”

She touched her tongue to his mark on her lip as if that tiny spot gave her courage. And then she leaned toward him and he immediately helped her to lie over his lap. Her beautiful bottom gleamed like two pale globes. He pressed his hand to her back between her shoulder blades.

“Wrap your fingers around the legs of the chair and hold on,” he instructed. “I’m not going to let you fall.” He gentled his voice but kept his tone a velvet command.

Seychelle complied, her fists so tight on the legs of the chair that her knuckles turned white. She was trembling, her body almost vibrating with fear. He rubbed soothingly between her shoulder blades, pressing her to him while he devoured the sight of her. She was beautiful. The pale cheeks of her bottom gleamed with the silvery light shining across them. He’d positioned himself perfectly in front of the window.

He ran his fingers from the backs of her knees up the backs of her thighs, first right and then left, all the way to the seam of her buttocks. So many nerve endings waiting for him to ignite. He used the tips of his fingers, tracing the seam while the back of his knuckles rubbed along the underside of her sweet little ass.

Taking his time and building the anticipation was crucial. He ran his fingers along her bare hip and then under her tank to skim very gently along her spine to her neck. He massaged some of the tension from her before pulling his hand from the racer-back, grasping the back of the flimsy tank and ripping it straight down.

She gasped and started to rise. His hand held her in place. “Shh, baby, you’re fine. Let the material fall to the floor. I love your skin. It’s like porcelain. Silky. It will hold the marks of my possession so beautifully.”

He slid his hand down her back and over her perfect bottom, to glide his fingers across her little pussy. She was damp with anticipation. Hot. He wanted to taste her. He’d been waiting an eternity and he couldn’t resist sliding his fingers deeper to catch at the slick, hot honey. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked. She tasted like her skin. Wild strawberries. An exotic mix of honey and strawberries.

The addiction was never going to end for him. He realized, as he smoothed his hand over her bottom, that he was breathing hard, almost as ragged as she was. This woman belonged to him. She’d given herself to him, had the courage to face the monster with him. Adoration was a mild word for the way he was feeling, but it was crucial that he stay in control.

He rubbed her bottom gently and then reached down, caught the long messy knot on top of her head and forced her head around so she was looking at him. His cock ached. Was so painful he knew he was going to have to end this soon, not for her, but for him. He’d never been so hard in his life.

“I’m so proud of you, Seychelle. Your courage astounds me.” He stared into her blue eyes as he rubbed small circles all over her bottom and then kneaded the firm muscles. Her body tensed. “Trust me, baby. Remember? We’re building something special here. A bond that’s so intimate, so close, nothing will ever get between us. I’m not going to chance ruining that. You put yourself in my hands, and you have to know I’ll only take you as far as you’re capable of going. I’ll always have you.”

Her eyes searched his, looking for reassurance, and he gave it to her. If she fucked up again, that wouldn’t be there. The punishment would be real, not a learning experience. “Tell me why you’re laying across my lap.”

“Because you like this.”

“No, baby, I love this. Do you feel what you’re doing to me? My cock is fuckin’ steel because I love this. That’s all yours, but you need to answer me.” He moved one palm across her left cheek and then trailed his fingertips to that seam where her ass cheek met her thigh. He felt her shiver. Saw the goose bumps rise on her skin. Endorphins already rising. She was highly sensitive there. She was so responsive, so perfect for him. She wanted this, even if she was afraid.

“I got drunk and nearly went home with someone.”

He loved her for that alone. She remembered exactly what the infraction was, which meant she would always remember.

“Exactly. And you were smoking again. Let’s not forget that. Now lie still. Don’t try to cover your bottom, just accept the burn.” Deliberately, he ran his finger along that moist, hot entrance, for both of them. He wanted her body to feel pleasure. To mix the two sensations, so that eventually she would crave the things he needed. He also wanted another taste of her. He needed to prolong this time with her, surveying her perfect offering. More, he needed to savor the fact that she was really giving her body to him for his needs, for his pleasure, as well as surrendering to the possibility of finding her own pleasure in what they would do.

His palm fell lightly on her left cheek. She jumped, but his other hand was firm between her shoulders, preventing movement, and she settled immediately. He smacked her right cheek just as lightly and then set a rhythm. Two smacks and then he rubbed away the sting, spread the heat over her pink cheeks and then slipped his finger into her hot little pussy.

His heart pounded. He felt that rhythm through his entire body as he warmed her up—as he brought that same pounding beat to her sheath. He could feel that silken fist squeezing on his finger when he penetrated her. Abruptly, he smacked her harder on her left cheek, leaving a perfect pink handprint. She nearly jumped out of his lap, but he held her in place.

“Don’t move.” He hissed the command, pouring displeasure into his voice.

She settled instantly while he rubbed the sting away. Again, without warning, he rained fire on her ass, turning both cheeks from a glowing pink to a bright red. This time he didn’t stop when she tried to wiggle off of him. He held her tighter and kept going until she began to cry.

When he heard her sob, he rubbed caresses over her, spreading the heat along the nerve endings, and then he trailed the pads of his fingers through the enticing crack between her cheeks down to her wet pussy. He cupped his hand there and then pushed a finger inside to feel her clamp down on him like a vise.

“You can cry, baby—teardrops are mine, remember? But no sound. You stay quiet for me. You give that to me.”

She took a deep breath and went silent. Immediately, he circled her clit with his thumb, stroking and caressing, flicking occasionally until she was riding his finger. His cock felt like a fucking steel pole, pressing tight against her. The heat radiating from her red ass enveloped him, along with her fragrance of sex and strawberries. He never wanted to stop. He traced that crease between her thighs and buttocks and added handprints to her upper thighs before working her pussy again. She was close to an orgasm. So close. He could tip her over the edge. He took a breath and let it out, knowing this had to be the last round.

Nothing had ever felt like this before. A kind of euphoria settled over him. His woman, her gift to him. She was scared. She had no idea what to expect, but she still gave herself to him. He hadn’t realized how much he needed this. His woman naked, squirming, her sweet ass covered in his handprints, her tears dripping down her face for him. Her pussy saturated, hot and melting. Needing.

All along he’d thought it was only about his physical reaction, his arousal, but it wasn’t true. Every one of his senses was engaged, but even more than that, it was his emotions. He was completely wrapped up in her. Completely focused on her. Overwhelmed with the need of her, with wanting her. With near adoration for her. He’d never experienced anything like it.

He took his time, making each swat count, placing them carefully so that one or two overlapped, building the intensity. Her sobs turned ragged, but they were silent, all in her body. He rubbed with one hand and slowly pushed his finger deep into that tight, hot, pulsing pussy. He found her sweet spot and stroked. She went over the edge instantly, her body nearly convulsing, the orgasm taking her hard in a series of powerful ripples. He felt each potent wave moving through her stomach and sheath to her thighs because she was lying across his legs.

Savage lifted her and turned with her to put her on the bed. He followed her down, coming on top of her, pinning her under him so he could frame her face with his hands and look into her liquid-filled eyes. Her tears had turned the blue to a vibrant undersea color. The tears on her face resembled diamonds, and he instantly visualized diamonds dripping from clamps on her nipples.

He sipped at the tears on her left cheek, tasting them, removing them one by one. He took his time, savoring the taste. There was a hint of salt, as if she’d been swimming in the sea, his little naked mermaid. He kissed her face after each tear until he got to her eye, and then he removed the tears from her lashes before switching to her right side.

“Baby, put your arms around me,” he coached gently and licked at her tears, removing them as they slipped down her face.

It took a moment before she complied, her arms sliding around his neck.

“Why are you crying?”

“It hurt. I didn’t think it would really hurt like that.”

“Did it really hurt?” He kissed the corner of her mouth and then her throat. He slipped lower down her body so that his mouth was over the temptation of her breasts. His hips were wedged between her legs, keeping them spread apart for him. He cupped her mound and then dipped his thumb inside her. “Your sweet little pussy is telling me you felt good, not bad, baby. I think you liked what I did to you.”

He nuzzled the side of her breast with the bristles on his jaw and then pulled her nipple into the heat of his mouth. She was perfect. Responsive. Gasping, arching into him, her hips bucking. He sucked and used his tongue to tease and stroke, and then he bit down, just a flash of pain, but his thumb stroked that sweet spot in her pussy, sending more powerful ripples through her body.

He kissed her again, over and over, worshipping her mouth, pouring flames down her throat to spread through her body. All the while his hands were at her luscious tits, feasting greedily the way his mouth was at her lips. He tugged and rolled, pinched and stroked. Gentle, then aggressive, back to gentle, and then harsh, then back up to claim every inch of her face. Her mouth. Her throat. Her neck. His mouth swept down her collarbone, his tongue seeking that elusive wild strawberry taste.

She kissed him, her hands sliding down his back, exploring, so receptive, her soft skin taking his every mark, from his mouth, his teeth, his hands, so beautiful he could barely breathe. Her moans sent those golden notes dancing in the air all around them. Her body just melted under his, radiating heat, surrounding them with the sultry scent of sex and her fragrance.

He kissed his way over her tits again and down her belly, nipping, his teeth leaving marks, his tongue soothing every ache, and then he closed his eyes and forced himself to regain control. He was breathing too deep. He was far too lost in her. He couldn’t make mistakes and trigger any kind of aggression in himself.

For a moment he pressed his forehead against her mound, those gold-and-platinum curls that had to go. They were so sweet. They even looked and felt innocent, like her. He didn’t want them gone, but they could be a trigger—he had so many—and there was no use in taking chances. He breathed her in, letting her natural scent soothe him. Letting her notes sink into his skin right over the whip marks on his back.

“Baby, give me a minute. I want you to just lay right here, the way you are—don’t move at all. Will you do that for me?”

Her hand found his head, fingers moving on his scalp in that way she had of making him feel like he was worthwhile. Worth everything. “Of course.”

It only took a few minutes to get the things he needed: the hot water, the wet cloth, the razor and foaming shaving cream. He returned to his woman, pushing her legs apart and standing between them.

Seychelle pushed up on her elbows. “What are you doing?”

“I’m shaving you, so hold still. I’ll tell you why I have to do this another time. You’ve heard enough crap about me to last you a lifetime, and this story isn’t much better. Just let me do this, babe.”

She lay back, her hands behind her head, which made her tits jut upward toward the ceiling. He had a lot of fantasies about her tits and those perfect erect nipples he had so many plans for. He smeared shaving cream on those gorgeous golden curls, swirled his name there.

“I love that you belong to me, Seychelle. I forgot to tell you about the house.” He wanted to distract her from what he was doing. It was very personal. She would find that anything personal belonged to him. He pushed her legs farther apart, positioning her knee high and to one side, exposing more of her pussy.

“The house?”

He had the feeling she knew what he was doing, but she went along with it anyway. “Yeah. The house. I own a house. It’s a damn cool house, at least I think you’ll love it. It’s ours. Well, it’s mine right now, but we’ll get your name on it as soon as possible. Absinthe does all that.”

“Savage, don’t move so fast. We’re working into this,” she cautioned. “I just let you spank me, hard, as punishment. And I had an orgasm. Do you have any idea how confusing and humiliating that is?”

“Why would you find it humiliating?” He was genuinely curious. Women didn’t always make sense to him. “You gave me something I needed. If anyone should be humiliated because they need to spank their woman, that would be me.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I accepted who I was a long time ago.”

“But grown women don’t allow themselves to be spanked. And they don’t enjoy it.”

“Who makes that fuckin’ rule? You gave me a gift. Isn’t seeing to your partner’s needs part of being with someone? You didn’t particularly want to do it, but you did it anyway. For me. Because I needed it. We both made a commitment. You know what I need because I laid that shit out there for you. If you’re willing to give me what I need, I’m going to make certain you feel pleasure when you’re giving that to me.”

She blinked at him, her long lashes sweeping down and then back up. “I never thought of it that way.”

“You should. You’re the one giving me the gift. I’m the one taking. It’s our relationship; nobody else has the right to stick their nose in and judge us. Or at least judge you.” He was adamant about that. He didn’t want a single person passing judgment on her. She was a miracle, a woman of such courage that she chose to stay with him when he’d told her point-blank what he had to have in his life.

She smiled up at the ceiling, shaking her head. “You’re so strange, Savage. One minute you’re spanking me, the next you’re giving me an orgasm that rocks my world and then you’re kissing me senseless. Now you’re saying the nicest things possible. I’m not certain what to think.”

He stroked the razor very carefully over those beautiful little curls he hated to see go. His fingertips slipped inside her thigh, fondling that soft skin there. It was such an intimate thing to do—shave his woman’s cute little pussy.

“I’m still confused that I could feel so afraid, pained and have such an amazing, shocking and fantastic orgasm all at the same time.”

He straightened and waited until her eyes met his. He grinned at her, gesturing with the razor. “You’re going to have a lot of those, babe, so be prepared.” He loved that she was so honest with him. She’d need to be.

Her eyes searched his. “That was all you.”

“You’re not going to suffer for me and then not get anything back,” he said. “I told you that. I’m a bastard, and I can be a monster, but I will always, always take care of you. You’re the most important person in my life, and I’m going to make certain you never regret your decision to stick with me.”

“Savage, really? When I was hanging upside down over your lap, scared and feeling humiliated, I was totally regretting that decision.”

Again, she spoke the truth, and he could have kissed her all over again for it. She made him happy. He knew she would. Those moments might be brief and fleeting, but he experienced them. And the longer they were together, the more he believed she would stay, the more those moments would last.

“But you didn’t tell me to get out,” Savage said. “You didn’t go back on your word. You let me do what I needed to do.”

“I’m not going to get drunk again or go off with some strange man.” Her voice rang with humor, and those little golden musical notes slipped into the room and danced toward the ceiling.

“Good plan. Tell me five things you love doing.” He lovingly ran the razor over her bare skin, making certain to get every last hair before once again wiping away the cream. Her skin was so pale it would show his every mark. Just looking at her bare lips and pretty sloping mound where his stripes would lay so perfectly had his cock back to a steel spike. It amazed him that she could do that. His reaction to her was astonishing.

“I’ll tell you five things I love doing if you match me every time.”

“That’s fair,” he agreed, rinsing the razor and drying her off.

“Singing. I have to sing. Sometimes there’s a buildup inside of me that won’t let up, and I know if I don’t go somewhere and sing, I’m going to explode. It sounds crazy, but if anyone can understand, it’s you.”

Savage liked that. He liked that they shared a bond, even if her needs were far healthier than his. He needed to see his marks all over his woman to get aroused, or the images in his mind, at least with this woman. He wasn’t certain that counted.

“Riding my motorcycle, especially with the brothers, fast down a highway like Highway 1. The wind in my face, blowing me clean. Your turn.” He carried the supplies back into the bathroom, leaving the door open as he washed his hands.

“I totally love gardening. I have a thing about plants. I like all flowers and potted plants, and the ones I can put in the ground to grow, I love. Someday I’m going to have the most wonderful gardens, and I’m going to design them myself. I’ve got so many ideas.”

She turned onto her side, propping up her head on her hand. “Your turn.”

“Old movies. B movies, or classics like Creature from the Black Lagoon. I like the modern-day B movies as well, although I’m pickier. You go.” He leaned his hip against the doorjamb, enjoying their silly game because she was. He could see it on her face. She liked the exchange between them.

“Baths. Deep tubs and bath oils. Really long, luxurious baths. I like them better than a hot tub. I can read in the bathtub or listen to music. Sometimes I just fall asleep. Baths are the best. All you now.”

She was going to like the tubs at the house he’d purchased. “What kinds of books do you read?” He knew the answer, but he had to ask.

“Romance,” she said without hesitation or embarrassment.

“Where you learned a little about bondage.”

She nodded. “A very little. It’s your turn.”

“My family. My club. Now you. This.”

“That may be cheating, but I like it.” She twisted her fingers in the covers, hesitating. “Isn’t that five?”

He immediately was on alert. “Baby, you know it isn’t. Tell me whatever you don’t want to say. If you do, I’ll tell you what I enjoy that I’d rather not say.”

“I’m certain yours is far more interesting. It’s just personal.” She shrugged. “I like to write songs. I have an entire journal filled with them. Just things I need to get out, you know. Nothing that’s going to move the world, but the words are mine, and sometimes I have to go back and just sing them to the empty sky so they’re out there. I can’t always say things I want to tell people, so I write my truth in songs.”

“I think that’s beautiful, Seychelle.”

She was so damn beautiful. Not just her body, but that soul of hers. He liked her. He liked everything about her, especially the fact that she was comfortable talking to him about anything. Part of that was the connection between them, but part of that was just her. She was honest. She just came out and said whatever was on her mind to him. They needed that between them, and that meant he had to give her the same.

“Your skin. I saw your skin and I knew what it would look like with my marks covering you. I couldn’t get that image out of my mind. I enjoy that, Seychelle. Thinking about putting those marks of my possession on you. Thinking about each one of them and where I’d put it. How I’d do it. Wondering how many days I’d have to enjoy seeing them there, knowing you belong to me, and every fucking time I see them, or you see them, we both know it.” He straightened. “And then knowing, the moment they faded, I was going to be able to do it all over again.”

He kept his eyes on her face. Watching her. He was as honest with her as she was with him, and he wanted to see her reaction. Her gaze moved over him, dropping to the front of his jeans and the bulge he didn’t try to hide from her, and then climbed back to his face. A slow little enigmatic smile curved her lips briefly and she rubbed her bottom, but there was excitement in her eyes.

“I can see I’m going to have to get tougher.”

“I’m never going to apologize for who or what I am, Seychelle. I came to terms with it a long time ago. I don’t have to like it, but I’m no longer ashamed. I don’t want to be with a woman who’s ashamed of me either. Or embarrassed by what we do.” He knew her body was excited, but her mind was definitely very much not.

She sat up slowly, pulled her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Putting her chin on top of her knees, she regarded him steadily. “I’m going to be embarrassed and maybe even humiliated until I can think the way you do. You have to give me that and the time I need to adjust to what you need in a relationship, Savage. You can’t push to have everything your way and expect me to think and feel the way you want me to.”

She was right, and he liked that she defended herself. He sat on the edge of the bed and circled the ankle that belonged to him. His thumb slid over the scars there, soothing him. “I don’t want you embarrassed because you choose to give yourself to me, Seychelle. I never want that for you. What you do for me is between us, but there are other women I’ve been with, other women who are aware of what I demand. They talk. Our world can be rough, and the men and women in it can be deliberately cruel. I’m not talking about Torpedo Ink—they’re your club, they’ll have your back—but others will come to the bar and say things. You keep your head up. You’re mine.”

She reached out, shocking him, cupping the side of his face, her expression soft. “I gave you my word, my commitment, and I intend to keep it. I just need a little time to understand your needs. Letting you spank me was very difficult because that’s something I associate with a child’s punishment, although it didn’t feel like something you would do to a child.”

“How did it feel?”

“Erotic,” she admitted, her color rising. “Just the way I always fantasized it would be.”

The blush was sweet, moving up her body, turning her breasts a soft rose, going up her throat to her face. Her nipples drew his attention. He leaned down and pulled the left one into his mouth. She could have been made for him. A gift. Her body was as perfect for his needs as it could be, but it wasn’t even that that got to him anymore, it was her. Seychelle. Who she was.

“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.

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.

She sobbed his name and he heard the edge of fear. Instantly, he lifted his head and looked at her. Her eyes were closed as tight as her fists.

“Baby, look at me. I want you to look at me and breathe. Relax for me. Open your eyes. Nothing is happening here that you aren’t going to like.” He poured a mixture of command and velvet into his voice. In between his words he stroked his tongue and kisses along her thighs.

At first Seychelle shook her head, but she couldn’t resist his voice. Eyelashes fluttering, she finally focused on him.

“Talk to me, Seychelle. What are you so afraid of?” He rubbed his bristles along her inner thighs and flicked his tongue over her clit. She squirmed in response, liquid drops spilling out for him to taste.

“I don’t know what to do.” Her voice came out in a thin, frantic wail. “I read that women never really orgasm the first time. I just feel this tremendous pressure. A buildup coiling tighter and tighter, and it feels like I’m going to go insane, Savage. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” Her gaze clung to his.

He smoothed his palm down her leg. He should have known. Should have reassured her. “It doesn’t matter what you read, Seychelle. This is us. You. Me. I know what I’m doing. You’re going to have multiple orgasms. Powerful ones. You just relax for me, and when I tell you to let go, you just let go. Trust me. I’ve got you. I’ll be there every time.” He poured reassurance into his voice.

All the while he circled and flicked her clit. Leaned down to lick or stab her swollen, saturated pussy with his tongue. She was so ready for him. It wouldn’t take much, and she was going to fall apart big-time for him. “You understand, baby? You trust me, not some book you read.”

She nodded, her gaze clinging to his. Eyes still on hers, he dipped his head to her very sensitive slit and indulged himself, strumming her clit at the same time. She cried out and jerked in his arms. He took her up slow, feeling the tension in her body build, the miracle that was his woman, then he settled his mouth on her clit, using his tongue as his greatest gift while his finger made a foray into those hot, tight folds.

Her channel felt like a silken fist wrapping tightly around his finger. His cock reacted, pulsing and jerking with need. He felt her body’s automatic response, those delicate muscles racing toward an orgasm as he curled his finger, stroking her sweet spot while his mouth commanded her clit.

“Now, baby, relax into it. Give yourself to me. Let me have you. Just let go.” He flicked her clit hard with his finger, stroked caresses with his thumb. Her eyes were on his as the first powerful wave took her.

It washed over her, a long series of ripples that shook her and gave him more wild strawberry honey he couldn’t resist. “Again, Seychelle. You have to be ready for me.”

He used the edge of his teeth, raking her clit, and she cried out his name, her hips bucking, body thrashing. He simply caught her cheeks in his hands and lifted her to his mouth so he could eat her like the starving man he was. More than anything, he wanted to show her that every time with him, no matter what they were doing, she was going to feel intense pleasure, that he could rock her world and he’d take care of her. This time he took her up fast, her body coiling tighter and tighter, while he ate that delicious brand of wild that was his alone. She was close. So close.

He loved the sounds she made. The little mewling cries. The way his name sounded like music. Like worship. Like love. He lifted his head. “Now, baby. Let go for me. Again.” He used his tongue and fingers ruthlessly, sending her over the edge, letting the powerful orgasm take her over. He held her hips down while she nearly convulsed with pleasure, sobbing his name, her nails in his back, in his shoulders. His wild woman. His.

“Again, baby. We’re going again.”

“I can’t. It will kill me.” She could barely get the words out.

Her breathing sounded ragged. Her tits rose and fell rapidly. Her head thrashed on the pillow, her eyes shocked but dark with desire and wide with lust.

“So good, it feels so good, doesn’t it?” He said. “I need you slick and hot, baby, when I’m inside you.”

He didn’t wait. He slid her legs over his shoulders, standing so her bottom was off the bed. Swatting her ass until her cheeks were hot added to his arousal, and evidently hers as well. More hot cream leaked out of her pussy. He brought her pussy to his mouth so he could devour her the way he wanted.

Seychelle writhed and cried out, her nails raking him as he paid more attention to her inflamed clit. Dipping his fingers in her honey, he began to paint between her cheeks, claiming every inch of her body for his own. He stroked that little star and pushed in to his knuckle, lapping at the fresh flood of liquid that came in response as he made his demands on her body.

He couldn’t take it another minute. Not one more fucking second. Pulling back, he wiped his face on her thighs and yanked her to the very edge of the bed. He was already standing, his cock in his hand, skin stretched so tight, tighter than it had ever been, just from the few faint marks of his possession. He looked down at her, those perfect tits, her nipples that stood out so beautifully for him, that tucked-in waist that led to her bare mound. He knew when he laid his patterns, when his stripes decorated her body, his cock would roar.

He lodged the sensitive head between the pulsing fire of her pussy lips. She was saturated, and yet so tight. “Look at me, Seychelle. I’m going to take you hard, baby. Bury myself deep inside you. You’re going to feel me all the way in your throat. So fucking deep.”

“Yes. I want you so much. Hurry, Savage.” She whispered it, trying to push herself onto him.

He waited until he had her eyes fully focused on him and then he slammed home. Drove right through those tight folds. He met resistance all the way, but there was no stopping him—or her. Her channel was slick and scorching hot. Gripping him like a thousand fingers made of silk. He threw back his head and roared with pure ecstasy.

She was so tight, milking his cock each time he withdrew and plunged back. The friction was incredible, dragging over the terrible scars, scars he’d thought would make it so he couldn’t feel, but instead he felt so much more. He was that much more sensitive to her—to the grip of her silken muscles constricting him like a vise—massaging his cock again and again in that tight, hot clasp.

He tried to stay in control. He wanted her first time to be beautiful and amazing, but he could barely think straight. A red haze was in his mind. Thunder clapped in his ears. His balls drew up tight, burning, a sensation he’d never experienced before. Fire raced down his spine.

He angled Seychelle’s body so he could put more pressure on her clit, on her sweet spot. She had to be close. Her breathing was ragged. Her moaning was constant. Her body shuddered around his—clamped down like a vise as if he was an invader and she wasn’t about to let him get away. He felt that long, silken tunnel like a fist of tongues stroking his cock, squeezing and milking him, sucking him dry.

“Now, Seychelle. Give me everything.” He could barely manage to give her the command. His throat closed off. He already felt the volcano erupting. Powerful ripples started through her body from breasts to groin, swamping her, swamping him, clamping down viciously on his cock, a silken fist pumping and jerking at him in wild strokes that were merciless, endless, so strong she was sobbing his name and driving her nails into his back.

Seychelle’s body was dragging the hot, fiery magma right out of him. Jet after jet, rope after rope, he emptied himself into her. There was no thinking, only feeling, that explosive release he’d never experienced before. It was violent and brutal, the constriction of her hot channel around his cock almost vicious. He wasn’t sure if it was heaven or hell, but it was mind-blowing perfection.

Savage collapsed over the top of her, his legs so shaky there was no way to stay upright. His lungs burned for air and his mind refused to work. For the longest time there was just the sound of the two of them fighting for air, their minds floating somewhere else, their bodies feeling every ripple of every aftershock. He rode out every one with her, his lips on her belly, kissing her there. Bringing up a strawberry. Marking her in the way he had her inner thighs, her breasts and her bare pussy lips.

Those weren’t the marks that would normally set him off. Not the ones that he dreamt of putting on her, but he was more than excited to see them on her skin. He found the strength to kiss the ones he could get to.

“Are you all right, baby? Did I hurt you? I think we got carried away.”

“I think we were perfect,” Seychelle corrected.

Her hand found his head and she did a slow massage, one that he hated to miss when he stood up, but he had to take care of her. Very slowly, he slid out of her. There was blood mixed with seed and sex. He had no idea why, but the sight of that mixture gave him satisfaction. Even as he pulled out of her, that hot, slick tunnel dragged over his sensitive cock, sending waves of sensation through him where before he’d felt half-alive. He had no idea what she did to him, but it felt like a miracle.

“Stay there, baby. Let me take care of you.” He managed to find his way to the bathroom to clean up and get a warm cloth for her. He’d given her several orgasms, powerful ones, and each time he’d managed to send her over the edge at his command. That would come to be very important. He wanted her to always associate pleasure with him. Always.

Savage took his time, was meticulous in washing her before stretching out beside her on his belly, his hands framing her face. “I will love you, Seychelle, more than any other man in this world can possibly love you. I swear that to you. At the end of our days, you’ll never be sorry you took a chance with me.”

He meant every single word of that promise. Her smile was slow in coming, but it lit her face and then her eyes, taking his heart. She traced the lines cut deep in his face.

“I love you, Savage. I’ll stick with you. Just take your time with me.”

He wished they had all the time in the world and he didn’t have to worry about how his mind was so fucked up, but she already knew. “I’ll do my best, baby.” He rolled over, slid down in the bed and laid his head on her belly. His favorite place to sleep.

“Just so you know, I’m throwing those books in the garbage,” Seychelle declared, her hand on Savage’s head, fingers massaging his scalp. “They are no help at all. If they have one huge lie, maybe everything is a lie.”

He tilted his head to look up at her. “What kind of books have you been reading?”

Her blue eyes shifted away from his, long lashes sweeping down. “This and that. Self-help. That kind of thing.”

He turned onto his stomach so he could look up at her easily. “What are you trying to learn, babe?” It was a demand.

She started laughing. Little golden notes rose in a musical symphony all around, forcing him to turn back so he could watch them dance their way to the ceiling. He loved that. She could make his life like those musical notes. Floating. Drifting. Happy.

“I don’t know that much about sex, Savage. I went to the bar with the idea that we’d get together, and I didn’t want to disappoint you, so I read as much as I could. I was already on birth control, which, by the way, you should have asked me before we did anything.”

“I already knew you were. I’ve been here for a few months now. It’s not exactly a huge bathroom. You keep it in the top drawer. Why the hell are you on birth control when you weren’t sleeping with anyone?”

“I intended to sleep with tons of men. Tons of them. I didn’t think I had long to live, and I wanted to experience everything. I was going to be a wild woman. But then I started meeting them and I didn’t exactly like them enough to get all sinful and dirty with them.”

It was his turn to laugh. He was shocked when silver notes rose to the ceiling, floating up in a glittering musical display. A lump rose in his throat, and he turned back over and tightened his arm around her hips. “I don’t know whether to turn you over my knee or just kiss you until you can’t think straight and won’t ever consider that again.”

“After what we did together, I don’t think I’ll be considering other men, Savage.”

He rolled, caught her waist, flipped her over him to bring her onto his lap and swatted her hard on her bottom, then put her back into the same position so he could pillow his head on her belly. She let out a squeal of protest when he smacked her hard, but only glared at him.

“That’s not a proper answer, Seychelle. The proper answer would be, ‘I will never, ever, under any circumstances consider going off with other men, Savage. The possibility won’t enter my mind.’ ”

“Is that what I should have said?”

Laughter spilled sassy little notes toward the ceiling to catch up with his silver ones, wrapping around them, intertwining like the rose sculpture she loved so much. Someday he was going to have Lissa make some kind of sculpture representing the two of them. Something beautiful she would treasure.

“That’s what you should have said. Go to sleep, you little demon. You aren’t going to be getting much sleep tonight, so be warned.”