Page 74 of Savage Surrender

Owen’s eyes close and Tristan laughs softly. “This should go well.”

I press my fingers around Owen’s jaw and draw him down until his mouth is almost touching mine. “Are you going to listen to him?”

“I’m trying to, Princess... only because I’m worried about you.”

The answer is so painfully earnest that I kiss him and Owen makes a sound of relief. His hand closes around my hip and drags me closer, but not close enough, because he hooks an arm under my back and lifts, gathering me against his chest until I’m sitting in his lap with my legs locked around his waist and his cock trapped hard between us.

I love his body like this. The solid wall of his chest against my breasts. The heavy muscles in his shoulders shifting under my hands. His stomach drawing taut whenever I roll my hips and slide myself along his cock. There is no restraint in the way he holds me.

“I need to feel you, Owen.”

Weller opens one cuff. “Easy.”

Owen grips my ass and lifts me. The head of his cock presses against my entrance, and my breath catches in my throat before he has given me more than an inch.

He stops immediately and his forehead drops against mine. Every muscle in his body strains with the effort of holding still, and watching him fight it might be my new favorite thing.

“Good,” Weller says.

Owen eases me lower, and I feel each inch dragging me open as his hands tighten against me. His arms tremble around my body while he feeds his cock to me with agonizing care. I could make this easier. I could breathe and relax and let Weller’s patience settle over all of us.

Instead, I put my mouth against Owen’s ear.

“I want the rest.”

His hips jerk and the last inches drive into me at once, knocking a cry from my throat. Owen groans my name and buries his face against my neck while my pussy clenches around the sudden fullness.

“Owen, give her a moment.”

“She asked for it.”

“And she has it. Let her adjust.”

I bite the lobe of Owen’s ear to hide my smile. Weller’s gaze finds mine over his shoulder. God, he’s sexy.

Owen tries, he really does. He draws almost all the way out before pushing back into me, so controlled it makes his whole body shake. Then another. His breaths come hot and broken across my throat, and each time he fills me, he holds himself there.

Tristan tilts his head as his fist twists over the tip of his cock. “Wrap your arms around his neck.”

Owen’s hands flex against my ass as I loop my arms around his neck.

His chest expands hard against mine, and the next thrust goes deeper because there is nowhere left for either of us to move except into each other.

“There,” Tristan murmurs. “Much better.”

Owen drags his mouth across my shoulder. “I am being so fucking patient.”

I kiss the corner of his jaw. “You’re being so good.”

The praise runs through him. I feel it in the shudder of his shoulders and the helpless throb of his cock inside me.

My heels dig into the base of his spine, pulling him closer as I rock down to meet him. The change angles his cock perfectly, and my thighs clamp around his waist.

“Fuck.” His teeth catch my shoulder and he bites down. “Bianca, don’t keep doing that.”

“Doing what?” I think he desperately wants me to keep doing it.

My fingers slide into the damp hair at his nape and I tug until he lifts his head, finding naked adoration all over his face.