Page 174 of Salvage Him

I fell under, faster and faster, and the only thing tethering me to this world was the sound of his aggression. He slammed his hand on the desk, and I grabbed it. He grabbed my neck from behind and spoke intomyear.

"You ready, sub?" heasked.

"Yes, Sir," Igrunted.

"You going to growl for me, puppy." Hegrowled.

I shook my head and banged it against theglasstop.

"Now, do it now," heyelled.

"Yes . . ." My words got caught as he slammed into me one last time. All I could do wasgrowl.

The orgasm was intense and left me disoriented, and like my king, my protector, he had me. Harrison pulled me up, turned me around, and pulled me into his arms. He kissed me as I clungtohim.

He was right. It wasn't nice and sweet. It was hard and rough, and it felt so good. It tightenedourbond.

His aggression didn't scare me; it soothed me. He said I had salvaged his broken pieces, but I didn't put them back together. I forged them with my own. It created a bond that no one coulddestroy.

We had salvaged eachother.