Mine to Take by Lila Fox
Chapter Four
She kept her back turned to him, hoping he’d take the hint and leave. When she felt a wall of heat press against her back and his scent wrap around her, she knew she wasn’t successful in getting him gone.
She sucked in a breath and froze as his hand reached around her and turned off the water. Her hands gripped the edge of the sink, and she waited.
That hand pressed against her stomach, and just that was enough to weaken her legs.
No, no, no. She couldn’t give in. “Um… I thought you were going to leave?”
He moved her hair to the side and then pressed his lips to her neck. She tilted her head and closed her eyes even as she tried to fight the desire he was building inside her.
“Oh, God,” she yelled. She’d almost come when he bit down on the spot where her shoulder met her neck.
He chuckled. “I can make you feel so good, babe.”
“I… No sex.”
“Okay, babe.”
His hand slipped under her shirt and cupped her breast, making them both groan. He continued his assault on her until she had no strength and was begging.
He lifted her, carried her to her sofa, laid her down, and came down on top of her.
She couldn’t help the needy cry or the fact she spread her legs and fit him between them.
He gripped her hair and lowered his mouth to hers until she was clinging to his, and her hips were trying to find relief for her hunger.
He slipped to the side and pulled up her shirt. “Fuck, babe. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
She glanced down to see her breast looked swollen, and her nipples stood out stiffly. They also had a darker tint to them because of her desire.
She screamed and arched off the sofa when his mouth latched onto her tit. He sucked strongly until the pleasure had an edge of pain with it. Her fingers dug into his hair to keep him there.
It didn’t hit her until she felt one of his fingers press down on her clit that he’d undone her jeans and slipped his hand in. “Oh … wait.”
“I’m just going to make you feel good, babe. Relax.”
“What about you?”
“This is making me feel good.”
“I don’t…” Oh, Lord, he was pressing one of his fingers into her cunt, and it felt as big as a penis. The stretch wasn’t painful. It just gave the pleasure a more intense sensation.
The buildup came so quickly, it startled her before it threw her over. She heard herself scream and then just her heartbeat as she calmed. It took a few moments to calm down, then she opened her eyes to see smiling down at her.
“How are you doing?”
“I … um…”
“You’re very loud. You know that, right?”
She shook her head. God, how embarrassing.
“I fucking loved it.”
She squeaked when he pulled his finger from her cunt and brought it up to his mouth, then sucked all her cream off of it. It was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen.
He bent and pressed his mouth to hers, making her taste herself. She should have been revolted but mixed with him, she knew she could quickly become addicted to it.
“Now, are you going to let me fuck you?” he asked.
She rolled her eyes. “What a way to kill the mood.”
He chuckled. “You will eventually give in.”
She shrugged. “Maybe … maybe not.”
He pressed a hard kiss to her lips and stood.
She glanced at the massive bulge of his penis. “Um … can’t I do … help … you know?”
He shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Maybe next time, but I’m hoping next time you’ll let me into that tight cunt of yours.”
She pressed her hands to her face. “Oh, my God.” She heard him laugh, and then he pulled her hands away so she could see him.
“Babe, I’m telling you. I’m going to make you feel so good you’ll never be able to be satisfied with another man.”
Oh, she’d already guessed he could make her have multiple orgasms, but would she be ruined for any other man when they parted ways?
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
“I’m just thinking about when you leave and when I’m ready to look for a man, and I won’t be able to find one who makes me feel the way you do.”
She didn’t like the dark look of fury in his eyes before he blanked it. Intellectually, she knew the men in the motorcycle club could be dangerous, but she’d never seen a shadow of it with Savage until he saved her and then at that moment.
“I think we need to stay away…”
“Don’t fucking say it,” he said and growled.
She sat up and adjusted her clothing. “Savage.”
He pinned her to the back of the sofa, his face inches from hers and his hands by her shoulders on the cushion.
“Not one more word.”
She swallowed nervously and nodded.
He studied her for a moment, pressed a kiss to her lips, turned, and walked out.
She held her breath until she heard the motorcycle ride away.
Oh, wow. She knew she should be scared of him because he could be deadly, but for some reason, she knew he’d never hurt her. But did she still want to spend time with a man like him, one she knew she had no future with?
She’d give it some time and think about it. Although he made her feel incredible, she never envisioned herself with a man who had likely physically hurt a few people in his lifetime.
