Page 104 of Born Savage

With one arm slipped behind her waist, I eased her down very slowly. She placed one palm on the bed, kneading my chest with the other. I’d never seen her eyes light up with so much excitement.

When she was resting on the surface, she shifted her legs farther apart. An offer made and one I couldn’t refuse. However, I wanted the moment to last, the memory to be something that if anything happened, whether by nature or by force, she’d remember our connection fondly.

Star never blinked as I settled between her legs and while her nervousness continued, she yielded to me. Every stroke of her hand, every movement under me was a determined statement of how her hungers burned white hot.

With a dart of her tongue across her bottom lip, she shifted her hand between us, taking my dick into her fingers once again. As she placed the tip against her pussy, her lovely eyes weren’t only asking me to fuck her, but if this mattered.

I placed my forearms on either side of her head, boxing her in. I wanted her to know without question she was going nowhere. “All mine.”

My words seemed to fuel something else deep within, unlocking a freedom that was different than before. She didn’t waste time, rolling one leg around mine and arching her back so my cock slipped easily inside by several inches.

Another tremor shifted through every muscle, her heavy sigh sweet music. “Fuck me, Phoenix. Not because you’re required by some prophecy, but because you want to as a man.”

“Don’t you understand that I never do anything I don’t want to do?”

Her sigh was subtle, another smile becoming my reward. That’s when I thrust the entire length of my cock inside.

With her body stiffening, I was fearful I’d caused pain. Before I could pull out to give her time, she wrapped her other leg around me, intertwining her feet. As before, her touch was enigmatic, her fingers crawling over my shoulder, clinging to me as if worried I’d disappear.

This was a moment I’d never forget.

One I also hoped to repeat.

I pulled out, driving into her again, more forceful and causing her to laugh. When I repeated the action, she wrapped her arm around my waist.

“No teasing. Remember?” she asked.

“That was for your benefit. Not mine.” I held just the tip inside, enjoying how her expression changed every few seconds. She was much more comfortable now, much more in control of herself.

As I developed a rhythm, her expression changed again, becoming more daring. More evocative and soon she was writhing under me. There was no need to close our eyes, the closeness everything we preferred. I could swear the girl was searching my soul for stories, memories. Answers.

I wished I could give them all to her and more.

That would only come with time and the elimination of a great enemy.

She raked her nails down my back, the wrinkle of her nose so damn adorable. A few seconds later, I rolled her over, catching her off guard.

Gasping, she pressed her hands against my chest, swinging her hair across my face. Seeing her playful side was different than every other one I’d been privy to. I wasn’t certain if I preferred one over the other.

She bucked against me, every sound more like a moan. She was so wet, the friction created in the shift of our bodies nearly pushing me into climaxing early. And I didn’t want that to happen until she was fully satisfied.

I allowed her to play a little longer, enjoying doing nothing more than watching her ever-changing expressions. She was more dramatic than she understood, but that was part of the draw to her.

And I’d never want to bet against her in a battle. It wasn’t happening.

She added pressure to her palms, arching her back. In the light, I truly believe she was regal, the rightful princess instead of the female child born to the self-imposed king.

But enough of basking in her beauty for tonight. My cock was aching to the point of pain. I rolled her over once again, rewarded with a soft laugh while her face pinched and she rolled her hand over my shoulder.

The feel of having her legs wrapped around mine was incredible. We fit perfectly together. Maybe too perfectly. I pushed in, enjoying the view as I began to fuck her with long, slow strokes. Driving into the deepest part of her. Savoring how her pussy muscles clamped around my dick, pulling me all the way in.

Her scent of arousal was amazing, but not nearly as sweet as the woman herself. We maintained eye contact as I thrust harder, the force no longer frightening her. Even her smile was wider, more mischievous as she tormented me by clamping her pussy muscles on purpose.

I didn’t allow the wild electric vibrations to slow me down or force me to come too quickly. But I was struggling.

She gripped my arms, her face pinched and I paid attention to her rapid breathing. She was close to coming. There was nothing more I wanted than for her to come on my cock. I slowed the rhythm, keeping my body aloft so I could enjoy every moment.

Only when her eyes started to roll back in her head did I pick up the speed again. Her thighs were pressed against mine, holding me as if never willing to let go. Not a bad premise.