Page 99 of The Savage

I growl against her, revel in the vibrations making her shudder as her nails scrape against my scalp. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them, finding that sweet spot that makes her whole body jerk, her walls clenching around me.

She’s soaking, dripping, her juices coating my chin, and I can’t get enough. I add a third finger, stretching her, fucking her with my hand while my tongue works her clit, and she’s loud, much louder than she was last night, thank fuck, and her cries turning desperate, her thighs trembling.

‘I’m com… coming,’ she gasps, her voice raw. ‘Renzo, I’m⁠—’

I pull back just enough to growl, ‘Not yet. If you’re going to be a brat, you wait until I give you permission to come,’ I rasp before diving back in, my fingers pistoning inside her, my mouth relentless.

She whines, her body tightening, her pleasure coiling tighter and tighter, but I don’t let her tip over. Not yet. I want her begging. I want her shattered.

Maybe then she’ll rest and I can fucking think straight.

So when I feel her getting close and I pull away, her pussy is a mess, her thighs slick with her arousal, her chest heaving. She glares at me for leaving her hanging, her lips parted and her eyes glazed. ‘You bastard.’

I grin, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

My cock aches like a motherfucker and my control hangs by a thread. But I’m seeing this through even if it kills me.

‘Up, turn,’ I order, and she obeys, rolling onto her hands and knees, her ass in the air, her back arching like an offering. I stand and kick off my pants.

I smirk when I catch her eyes on the way my cock juts out, thick and leaking. The way she licks her lips.

Yesterday she was a devout nun in training.

Today she’s frantic for Salvatore cock.

What a wonderful life.

I step forward, not bothering with finesse. I grip her hips and drive into her in one rough thrust, her tight, wet heat squeezing, then swallowing me whole.

‘Oh God!’ she screams, her fingers clawing at the sheets as her body rocks forward with the force of my possession.

I don’t stop or give her time to adjust.

‘What did I say about that?’ I pull back and slam into her again, my hips snapping against her ass, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.

Maledezione, she’s perfect, so fucking tight, her walls milking me, her moans turning into a steady stream of incoherent pleas.

‘Harder,’ she gasps instead of answering, and dammit, it’s the headiest feeling in the world so of course, I oblige, my grip on her hips bruising and my thrusts punishing.

I reach up and yank the knot in her hair, then groan as the dark strands spill free, then fist my hand in it, pulling her head back to expose the line of her throat. She moans, the sound deep and needy, and her body arches into me.

‘You’re mine,’ I rasp, my voice a guttural snarl, my release coiling tight in my gut. Her pussy clenches around me in sublime response as her body trembles, and I know she’s close again. ‘Say it.’

‘Yours,’ she sobs, her voice breaking, her walls fluttering around my cock. ‘Renzo, I’m yours, just – please⁠—’

I let go, bottom out inside her and she screams as my own orgasm hits me like a freight train.

My cock pulses deep inside her as I come, my hips stuttering, my grip on her hair tightening.

She cries out as her own release crashes over her. I clamp her tight against me with my good arm as she milks every last drop from my balls.

When I can no longer stay upright, I collapse against her back, chest heaving, forehead pressed between her shoulder blades as my seed drips out of her, marking her.

For a long moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our ragged breaths, the scent of sex thick in the air. Then, slowly, her hand reaches back, her fingers brushing against mine where they still grip her.

I lace our fingers together, trace my thumb over her knuckles as the tension in the room shifts and softens into something quieter. Something unspoken.

Something that terrifies me.