Page 77 of Savage Lies

“You want me to touch this?”

“Yes, but more.”

I lower my head and take one nipple into my mouth to swirl my tongue around the sensitive peak while she tangles her fingers in my hair and holds me against her.

“God, yes.”

I give equal attention to both breasts, alternating between gentle suction and light bites that make her cry out and arch against me. Her skin is flushed and damp with perspiration, and I can feel her pulse race under my lips.

“More,” she demands when I pull back.

“So greedy.”

My hands slide down her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, the strong muscles of her thighs. She’s built like an athlete but soft in all the right places.

“Spread your legs for me.”

She obeys, pressing back into the mirror as I slide my hand between her thighs. She’s drenched, her heat slick on my fingers.

“Fuck, you’re soaked, kotyonok.”

“Because of you,” she pants, cheeks flushed.

I bare my teeth. “Damn right. This pussy’s mine.”

I stroke her harder, no teasing, just enough to make her hips buck against my hand. Every gasp and whimper is a confession she can’t take back.

“I need more.” Her nails scrape at the glass of the mirror.

I slide one finger into her, then two, stretching her tight heat while my thumb circles her clit in a relentless rhythm.

“Oh, fuck—yes.”

She rides my hand shamelessly, moving her hips in counterpoint to my fingers while I watch her face transform with pleasure. Her eyes are closed, her lips are parted, and her head is thrownback against the mirror as she chases the release I’m building for her.

“Look at me,” I command.

She opens her eyes, and the trust I see there nearly undoes me. This woman, who can kill with her bare hands, who doesn’t remember her name, looks at me like I’m everything she needs.

“Don’t stop,” she whispers.

“I won’t.”

I increase the pace of my fingers inside her while my thumb circles her clit. Her inner muscles flutter around my fingers, and I know she’s close.

“Come for me, kotyonok. Let me watch you break.”

“I can’t. It’s too much.”

“Yes, you can. Trust me.”

I curl my fingers inside her, finding the spot that makes her scream, while my thumb drives her over the edge.

Her body tenses, and her nails dig into my shoulders as the pleasure overtakes her.

“Good girl. Show me how much you need me.”

She clings to me like I’m the only thing anchoring her to the earth. I catch her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze as she trembles through the aftershocks.