Page 83 of Savagely Scarred

“Don’t do that.” His eyes dip to the bruises on my neck briefly. “You have no problem running towards danger, but you hide from me.”

“That’s different,” I whisper.

“Is it?” He leans into me. “Own it. If I didn’t love it, I wouldn’t do it.” He pushes his erection against my thigh. “And I clearly do.”

My mouth parts when he reaches between my thighs and shoves his fingers back in my pussy. He withdrawals them and locks eyes with me while he pushes past my lips and presses them against my tongue. My lips curl around his fingers, and he hums with delight when he slides them back out.

“In case you ever wanted to know what heaven tastes like.”

My embarrassment recedes as my heart flutters at his adoration. Pride radiates from him and he circles to my back, dragging his fingertips along my stomach.

He hasn’t made me squirt since before Kyle kidnapped me. No one’s ever made me do that before, and after he found out that I could, I thought it would turn into a challenge every time we had sex. He hasn’t tied me up since the basement either.

My thoughts drift to the other basement in the cabin, when I was hanging from the rafters almost like this. My breaths quicken, my heart banging into my ribcage. He presses into my back and slides his hand up to cup my breast.

“Will,” I whisper.

His lips brush my neck, sending a shiver through me. “I know, baby. But I don’t want to see him behind you anymore either. So, we’re gonna work together to replace him, okay?”

I give him a shaky nod. My chest tightens at his admission. This trigger isn’t just mine because he watched me live it. It haunts us both.

He moves my wet hair out of the way and kisses a path up the side of my neck. I tilt it to the side to give him better access while he kneads my breast. He stops at my ear, his warm breath caressing the spot right behind it.

“Who makes you feel good?” he rasps, pinching my nipple.

“You,” I moan.

He lifts my thigh with one hand and lines up his cock with the other. My vision blurs and my muscles lock up. A sharp nip on my earlobe releases the air I was holding in.

“Whose cock do you come all over?” he growls in my ear and thrusts inside of me.

“Fu—yours!”

His head drops to my shoulder and he slides in and out slowly.

“Fuck, I can feel it,” he murmurs against my skin. “You’re tighter with that plug in your ass.”

He withdrawals to the tip before slamming into me once, pulling groans from both of us. His hand reaches between our bodies and turns on the vibrations.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he hisses at the same time I scream his name.

Sage’s grip tightens on my thigh. And then his restraint snaps. He fucks me with hard, fast strokes. The sensation from his cock rubbing against the plug inside of me is incredible. The vibrations consume the lower half of my body. Our moans and ragged breaths fill the air around us.

“Still with me baby?” he pants and begins circling my clit with his middle finger.

“Fuck! Yes,” I scream.

And those are the last words that leave me as he changes his angle to hit a spot inside of me that has my eyes rolling to the back of my head. He rubs my clit faster and delivers praises into my ear.

“You feel so fucking incredible.”

“You’re doing so well, baby.”

“You love both holes being filled, don’t you?”

“Be a good girl and come all over my cock.”

That’s all it takes and I’m shattering. My body convulses, yanking at the restraints, and my hips buck wildly against him. Euphoria floods my veins and stars line my vision. He bites my shoulder to muffle a feral groan when my pussy clenches rapidly around him.