Page 36 of Savage Desire (The Savage Six #2)
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ASHER
S tay the night.
Three words and I was putty in her hands.
We talked. One hour rolled into another, then another, and another. I had Minnie bring us some food, refusing to pop the bubble we were in. I told her about our plan, she had a million questions, and every single one of them made me hotter for her.
She’s intoxicating.
She’s fierce.
She’s mine.
For the first time in my life, I’m not completely consumed by the shadows that follow me. There’s a beacon of light, luring me closer, and every step I take brings me an inch closer to her. She doesn’t deserve the darkness that comes with me, she’s been beaten down enough, but fuck if I’m going to walk away from this. She’s safer at my side than anywhere else, at least, that’s what I’m telling myself. The Crow’s second move has been played, our only option is to oblige. It’s not a question of if, only when.
I might not know exactly what this is yet, but it feels like I can breathe for the first time since my father passed. That means something to me. It means everything to me. I’m just grateful she let me stay the night so I didn’t have to sleep outside of her room instead. That was the plan, the one I decided on as I walked her back to her dorm, one I was more determined to follow through on when I saw my uncle’s gift awaiting her. Then she uttered those three words and I’ve been lost in her ever since.
I may not have earned her total forgiveness yet, but I feel like I’m on the right track for it, and although I know why I need it so desperately, admitting it to myself, nevermind out loud, is more than I’m prepared to handle.
She fell asleep in my arms, something I’ve never done with anyone before, and I can’t imagine I’ll ever fall asleep without her by my side again.
Now, as the sun rises, the glow peeking through the gap in her curtains, I’m even more obsessed with her than before. Her silver hair splays across the pillows as she lies on her side, hand tucked beneath her cheek. Her chest rises and falls softly with every breath she takes, and for a rare moment I get a glimpse of her soft curves without the usual tremor of pain and fear that racks her body.
I could watch her sleep forever, but the need to hear her sassy mouth has me running my fingertip over her cheek. She doesn’t stir, not even a little. We don’t have long before we need to head out and put the plan into motion, but first, I want a taste of the woman that consumes my every breath.
Trailing my finger from her cheek, I drag it over her jaw, down the column of her neck, before dusting over her collarbone. She shifts slightly, but remains asleep.
A grin spreads across my face. This is going to be fun.
I tug the sheet off her body to reveal her tank top and panties that she fell asleep in and my mouth starts to water. Running my finger down between her breasts, I feel her tense when I reach her stomach before teasing the waistband of her panties.
Her eyebrows gather for a second and she rolls onto her back, almost inviting me. I shuffle to kneel between her legs, edging down the bed far enough so my face is in line with her core.
I want her, which means I want her panties gone.
With my eyes still fixed on her, I press my lips to the soft fabric, right where her clit should be hiding beneath the material. I repeat the motion, a little more pressure this time, and she squirms slightly, the soft exhale from her lips spurring me on.
This time, I press the pad of my tongue against the innocent fabric before running my teeth over her pussy, and a shiver ripples through her limbs from head to toe. Her eyelids flicker, just an inch, but it’s enough for me to have her attention. The tiniest glimpse of baby blues glance down at me, her eyes still heavily hooded.
“I’m hungry, Silver,” I rasp, and her eyebrows furrow as she glances at the window, the hint of light confirming the morning is upon us.
“What time is it?” Her voice is soft, angelic almost, and it makes my dick hard.
“Time to feed me,” I reply, raking my teeth over her panties again, and her eyes dart open. Now that I definitely have her attention. “You know the word, Silver. Say it or feed me that tight pussy of yours.”
The temperature rises around us, her lips parting as she gapes down at me. She has from the count of five to make a move or say the word before I take matters into my own hands.
Five… four… three… two…
Her hands slip beneath the hem of her panties, tugging the material over her thighs, and I almost die at the silent invitation.
Yanking the fabric, her legs flip in the air, panties twisted at her ankles, and I freeze with her in the most delectable position. I give myself a moment to relish in the stunning sight before me. Her pretty pink nub gleams under my stare as her thighs clench, eager for me to feast on her.
I look up the length of her body, turned on by the pink hue that coats her cheeks as I breathe. “Hold yourself open for me, Silver. Just like this, while I feast on you.”
“Why?”
Fuck I love her questions.
Leaning closer to her center, I keep my eyes on her. “Because you’re my sexy witch who wants me to make you come, but for that to happen, you’ve got to be my good girl too.” Her teeth rake over her bottom lip as she stares at me, slowly lifting her hands to grab onto her thighs, spreading herself wide, just for me. “Praise kink noted, Silver,” I murmur with a wink, watching her lips twist as she fights to hide a smile. Before my next command can come out, she bends her knees, pressing her feet into the mattress as she spreads her thighs, putting her pretty pink pussy on display for me.
“Fuck, you really are my perfect good girl,” I rasp, eliminating the remaining distance between us. Her core is warm against my mouth, making the pair of us moan as I slide my tongue over her folds and circle her clit.
Her back arches as I press one finger into her core, feeling her tight walls clench around me before swiftly adding a second, all while I shower her clit with attention. I dig my fingers into her flesh, pinning her left thigh higher so I can nestle myself deeper.
I don’t know who’s enjoying themself more. The sounds of her cries echo around the room while I press my cock into the mattress, desperate to keep my own climax at bay as I make her mine.
“Do you think you can take three, Silver?” I ask, pressing the tip of another finger at her entrance, and she shakes her head.
“I-I can’t. I’m s-so full,” she stutters, eyes wide as she peers down at me, and I grin.
“You can. I know you can.”
She stills as I withdraw the two fingers nestled deep in her cunt to add the third, slowly inching them in together. Her jaw falls slack, her head swaying slightly from side to side as her walls strangle my digits.
Fuck.
Sucking her clit into my mouth, I lap at her taut nub, feeling her walls relax just a little as I continue to fill her.
“Asher, I’m… I’m so full,” she gasps, grinding against me, and I can feel the damp spot from precum forming on my boxers.
“Show me how full, Silver. Come on my fingers.” I suck her clit back into my mouth, rolling my tongue over her sensitive flesh.
Her groans reach a new feverish pitch as she cries out, coating my fingers just as I demanded. Ripples rock her from head to toe, a soft pink glow splayed across her chest, peeking out around her tank top. With her eyes on me, I slowly slip my fingers from her core and bring them to my lips, making a show of lapping at her essence glazing my fingers.
“God, that’s hot,” she whispers, peering at me through hooded eyes. “Give me yours,” she rasps, tongue darting over her bottom lip as her gaze snaps to my throbbing cock.
Fuck.
I’m moving before I realize. Shuffling to my knees, I tangle my hand in her panties, keeping her spread as my free hand engulfs my cock. Any other time and I’d be embarrassed by how quickly my climax roars to the surface, but the idea of coating her in my release surpasses everything.
The desire to aim for her pink folds is overwhelming, but at the last second I alter my angle and spray my cum across her exposed stomach and chest, a few drops clinging to her tank top. Her mouth falls slack, heat burning in her eyes as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip.
Fuck.
She’s everything.
I want to stay here forever, forgetting the responsibilities of my life, but pretending would only make it worse. Slowly releasing my hold, I lean back. “Now, are you ready to be a badass witch?” I ask, and she rubs her lips together nervously.
“I don’t know how to do that,” she says, worrying her bottom lip.
I lean forward, trailing kisses over her exposed stomach, tank top, and collarbone, making sure to avoid my release before I reach her lips.
“That’s funny because that’s the only way I’ve ever seen you. Now, be a good girl and prove me right.”