Page 114 of Savage Don

“Fucking hell,” I growl, unable to hold back anymore.

With one last savage thrust, I plant myself in her throat, squishing her nose against my hard pelvis as I unleash wave after wave of hot cum into my gagging princess.

The ecstasy of it all is so intense that my knees threaten to buckle. Tightening my grip around Francesca’s thighs, I keep myself upright until I’ve emptied myself into her.

Even then, though, I don’t want to pull out. I can still see my throbbing head bulging up beneath her tender skin. In a twisted way, it’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever fucking seen.

But all good things must come to an end, and when Francesca starts wheezing, I know that she’s had enough.

Unsheathing my cock from her outstretched lips, I reach around the back of the cross and flip it back up.

Just like that, Francesca is facing the right way up again, her eyes wide and her lips soaked in her saliva and my cum.

“Is that all?” she coughs, her voice raspy and her breath hot, but her competitive spirit is still there, burning like the fucking sun.

Tears drip down from her red eyes as her eyelashes flutter at the speed of light.

It doesn’t matter how drained I am, how could I not laugh at that?

“Do you want more, kitten?” I growl, my thumb finding its way to her bottom lip. “Because I can give it to you.”

“I’m not—” before she can finish, her fluttering eyelashes snap shut and her body goes limp.

“Francesca?”

Her chest is still heaving as I lean forward and kiss her on the forehead. She just passed out. My princess might not have been willing to admit it, but she’s had enough—at least, she has for now.

Unlatching her restraints, I take Francesca in my arms and carry her back into the bedroom like a groom would his bride.

The only difference here is that we’re both butt-naked and covered in each other’s juices.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

As gently as possible, I lower my sleeping beauty onto the bed and watch as a streak of silver moonlight washes over her perfect little body.

It will be so nice to sleep next to her again. I never thought I’d miss someone taking up space in my bed, but the lonely nights I spent after returning her to Domenico were some of the coldest of my life.

“Goodnight, princess,” I whisper.

But before I can join her on the mattress, Francesca’s eyes flutter back open.

It takes her a moment to process everything, but when she does, a surprising smile takes over her glistening lips.

“I won,” she rasps, her voice filled with an exhausted satisfaction.

She’s full. I know it. But I’m not going to push the matter. Not right now.

“I think we both won tonight,” I smile back down on her.

That’s the fucking truth.

It wasn’t just the mind-blowing orgasms we pulled out of each other, either. It was dinner. It was the banter. It was the desire and the trust that brought us back to this bedroom and into that dungeon.

I’ve found my queen.

Hell, I might have found even more than that.

Fuck.