Page 126 of Savage Hearts

“I won’t.”

“You’ll take me with you when you need to go to the city?”

“Yes. I can’t stand it, either.”

She burrows against me, trembling harder. “I’m sorry I made you angry.”

I groan again, pulling away to show her with a kiss that she never has to apologize to me, not for anything. She kisses me back with passion, making desperate little noises in the back of her throat.

Then I’m desperate. Desperate with longing. Desperate for her. I know there’s a clock ticking down the days until this thing between us will end, because men like me don’t get the fairy tale.

And women like her deserve a white knight, not a monster. Not the dragon the knight is sworn to slay.

“What? White knights and dragons? What are you saying?”

Fuck. I’m delirious. I’m talking out loud.

“Nothing,” I murmur, taking her face in my hands. “Only that you’re mine. Don’t ever forget that. No matter what happens, you’re mine.”

She gazes into my eyes with her heart shining through hers, her lips wet with my kisses.

“You’re different,” she whispers. “What’s happened?”

I don’t bother hiding or denying this time. I let it all go and tell her the truth.

“I decided to give in to the addiction.”

“What addiction?”

“You, baby. You.”

She bites her lip. Moisture wells in her eyes.

If I wasn’t already a goner, those emotional gold-flecked eyes of hers would push me right over the edge.

Same as they’ve been doing since the beginning.

When our lips meet again, it’s with a new urgency. A new understanding drives our need. I push her down against the mattress and kiss her hard, my hands tangled in her hair, her chest pressed to mine. We kiss until it feels like we’ve fallen through a hole in the earth, into darkness and heat, tumbling over and around, losing all sense of direction.

Then she’s tugging at my belt. Yanking down my zipper. A warm, soft hand curls around my hard cock.

I push up her nightgown and suck on a rigid nipple as she strokes my shaft, panting and rolling her hips. When she slides her thumb over the slit in the crown of my cock, I groan into her flesh, shuddering.

“Let me—I want to—”

She’s pushing at my chest, trying to move me. I lift my head and gaze down at her, not understanding what she wants.

Until she wriggles out from under me, slides down, and takes my cock down her throat.

My moan of pleasure is loud and broken.

She flattens her hands on my hips and pushes again. I roll to my back on the mattress and bury my hands in her hair. Kneeling beside me, she opens her throat and takes me in, her head bobbing as she sucks me. She curls both hands around the length of my shaft and licks the crown.

When she slides her tongue along the slit and fondles my balls, I have to force myself not to hold her head still and fuck her mouth like an animal.

“Ah, fuck.Malyutka.Christ. Yourmouth.”

Panting, I slide a hand up her thigh and over her ass, squeezing it briefly, then slipping my fingers under her panties from behind.