Page 10 of Savage Possession (Savage Reign #3)

The road is narrow, lined with willow trees that bend low, their long fingers of moss swaying in the night air.

Moonlight filters through in soft patches, catching in the strands.

White light from the headlights carve out a clear path ahead of us.

I listen to the crunch of gravel under the tires and the steady hum of his truck.

We roll past the main compound, its dark outline rising like a shadow in the distance before Ash veers off the gravel road. The mansion looms for a breath, pale and cold in the moonlight, then disappears behind us as he takes us down a side path.

The air feels different here. It’s odd to think of it like this, but I swear the deeper we go amongst the trees the softer and calmer it feels. Like the world is letting us slip past unnoticed and now it’s just me and him once again.

Ahead, a small cabin comes into view, waiting with its porch gleaming faintly in silver light.

When he pulls up to a stop, I let myself breathe deeply, the hush of the night settling around us.

There’s comfort in this place, in the steady way he drives us here without a word, and for now, I don’t need more than that.

He kills the engine and keeps me in his arms when he slides from the cab.

I tuck my legs around him as he pushes through the front door, and heads toward the back of the cabin.

It’s massive, with a wide open space for a large living room, dining room and kitchen combo.

Fifty people could fit in here easily, but that is all I can take in before he walks us down a dark hallway.

He opens a door that leads into another massive room.

Soft light throws the entire room into muted shadows giving it a cozy vibe.

He heads to the right and throws on a switch to show a bathroom designed for relaxing.

Its black walls, gold ornamental light fixtures and hanging plants makes me think a woman tends to this place.

I stiffen in his arms and try to get down but the strong grip of his arms around me keeps me in place.

“Ash, let me down.” How stupid can I be? Apparently pretty fucking thick headed. I didn’t see a wedding ring, so I automatically assumed he was single.

“ASH!”

He places me in the middle of the bathroom and tilts my chin up to where our gazes connect. There’s a bit of confusion in his eyes and well, join the club buddy.

“Is there another woman in the picture?” I look around and my eyes land on the very obvious feminine touches.

His smile is infuriating.

“Because how could a man love to tend to plants? Is that what you are thinking?” He taps the underside of my chin in a sign of understanding. Or at least I read it as such.

“I mean, I have never… but then again, that doesn’t mean… shit. I think I really stepped in it now.” I look everywhere but at him as I fumble through explaining my knee jerk reaction.

Left with nothing else to say, all I can do is sigh. “What I meant to say is, before we take this to where I know we want to take this evening, I need to ask a very obvious question.”

His expression softens, and that perpetual scruff along his jawline makes him look devilish handsome. I’d say fuckable, but that feels like stating the obvious to myself.

That chiseled jaw of his clenches a couple of times like he wants to drag out the moment and play with my misstep, but thankfully he’s not feeling torturous this evening.

“Am I single? Yes. One hundred percent. I would never double-tap ass. It’s not my style. I leave that to the men who have massive egos to cover for their tiny dicks. I suffer from neither of those problems.”

Of at least one of the two I can agree.

I keep my brain focused on the way his perfectly kissable lips move rather than the way Ash is standing over me with a look of love in his eyes. Like I am the be all and end all for him.

He brushes my hair off my shoulder and wipes at something on my cheek. “I don’t know how I am so lucky to have landed an angel at my side.” He leans in and when our lips connect I feel a deep longing inside me finally find relief.

I dig my hands and take fistfuls of his shirt to keep him from stepping back when he breaks the kiss.

His smile sends shudders through my body.

“I’ll never get enough of your lips on mine,” he whispers like a secret just between us.

“Me either,” I confess. My attention drifts down his body and then back to his eyes.

He’s gorgeous in an untamed, wild way with undertones of masculine beauty.

I’ve felt the ripped muscle under the cotton and jeans.

And I secretly can’t wait to see if those tattoos swirl as far down his chest as I think they do.

If so, I want to lick every single one of them.

And then kiss my way back up as I can climb on top of him.

I clear my throat, surprised by my own dirty thoughts.

I wet my lips, torn between telling him I feel more than just lust right now, too. There’s something deeper between us happening. But I don’t understand it, so I don’t know how to put it into words.

He turns me to the left and I gasp, blushing furiously at the view in front of me. I didn’t notice it before but we stand in front of a large mirror that takes up the entire wall of the enormous bathroom.

It’s huge and there’s not a detail missed even in the low glow of the warm lighting coming from a chandelier.

Rumbled hair, wild eyes and a dress that has seen better times is all I see. God, I look like an ugly duckling.

Ash, on the other hand, apparently sees the opposite.

“Stunningly beautiful.” He leans in and while holding my gaze in the reflection he whispers next to my ear, “Not tonight, but soon I’m going to fuck you in front of this mirror and I want you to watch as I take you and make you scream for only me.

That same wild look will play over your beautiful face and then you’re going to watch my seed drip from your pussy.

” As he speaks he’s easing the thin straps holding my dress in place off either shoulder and replacing the silk with warm kisses.

The longer he speaks the redder I turn. My lips part and I don’t know how, but my core is humming and ready for another orgasm. Like right the fuck now, please.

His laugh is rough, and the rumbling of his chest against mine makes me feel whole. He holds both straps in either hand and then suddenly lets go, letting the creamy silk puddle around my feet.

Given the dress had a built-in bra, I didn't put one on. My berry-colored nipples draw his eyes first and then his hands. He reaches around me pinches each one, tugging on them enough to have me gasping.

His roaming gaze falls to the only other thing I am wearing. The matching thong to the dress doesn’t cover much and the way his expression turns from hungry to ravenous tells me he appreciates I like to stay shaven.

He runs his thumb under the thin strap of the thong that goes over my hip and with one tug it’s off my body and joins the remains of the dress on the floor.

I sigh and let my head fall back to rest on his chest. With a sensual glide of the tips of his fingers over my overly heated skin, he reaches for my thigh and spreads me wide.

Standing like this, there’s very little left he can’t see of me.

I reach around and wrap my arm around his neck and let him drink me in.

“Look how wild and free you look. Like you don’t have a care in the world besides falling into my bed tonight and giving me your virgin blood.”

“Take me, Ash. I’m ready.”

“First, tell me all those whispering thoughts I see running through your mind, angel.”

He strokes a single finger through my slit in an infuriating slow tease.

“I want to be the keeper of all your secrets. You can tell me anything, angel.”

I find myself moving. My hips rock back and forth and he gives a low laugh.

He continues to tease me. “Hmm. Such an eager angel.” He teases his finger through my juices, moving up and down, making me moan as my body writhes for him.

I can feel the hard length of him pressing against my ass.

His zipper is still open from our time in the truck.

All I would have to do is turn and slide my hand inside.

“Talk to me, angel,” he murmurs softly. “Tell me what I've seen balancing on the edge of your lips since the bookstore when I had you sitting on the counter. What are you keeping from me?”

I don’t realize what I am saying until the words are flowing off my lips. Once they are off, it’s impossible to take them back so I bite at my lower lip and wait for him to push me away.

“I’m thinking that I see love in your eyes, and I want to tell you the same. But what if I’m wrong and I blurt out that I think I’m in love with you and you shun me away for being silly? I don’t think I can take that for a second time tonight.”

“I’ve already told you once I want to put a ring on your finger. I loved you from the first time I saw you shyly standing between the bookshelves not knowing what you wanted to read. I knew the second we locked eyes you were meant to be for me and me for you.”

His voice dips low with every word until the last one is nothing more than a whisper of possessive love.

“I remember. How can you be so open? I don’t know if I really believed you then. I thought maybe you just wanted to get me into bed.”

A smirk drags the edge of his lips up. “I do. But you will learn that I mean what I say.”

I turn and wrap a palm around his face and hold his glittering gaze with mine. I breathe in as he exhales and for a moment, I see our future. It’s filled with happiness, kids and so much love my soul aches to jump in with both feet.

“We don’t know each other, Ash. How can you use words like love and forever so freely? How can we use them like we are meant to be?”

My quiet words seem to hit him because his expression morphs from calm to surprised. Then he turns serious for a second and I see a side of him I don’t think he shows to many others. A vulnerable side.

“The details are like fine print. They are important, but the more important part of any deal is desire. If you want what you want, you can learn everything else along the way.”

He takes his cut off and strips off his shirt. Next is the boots and jeans. A few more tugs later he’s gloriously naked and pulling me toward the shower.

He turns on the water and it’s not long before steam fills the shower stall. I mull over his words as he guides me under the soothing spray and watches me with those hungry dark eyes.

“Love is a deal to you?” I ask, but I have to admit I’m a little distracted by the size of the man and I’m not only talking about his cock.

It’s gloriously beautiful, long thick…yum.

But the man himself is massive. He’s got a body made of iron and muscle.

Miles of tanned skin. Ink swirls over rippling muscle and…

oh, yes! He turns for a bottle of something and I am gifted with a sight that has me holding my breath.

I was right about his tattoos. Inked rose vines twin around skulls and angel wings and dip to just above the dimples in his ass cheeks.

“A deal of the souls. A deal to not hurt each other. A deal to love and cherish. Deal is exchangeable with the word vow. In my opinion, anyway.”

My pulse quickens. That’s how he sees us and my heart wants to jump on board. I’m ready to be with someone who wants me for me and not just because I am a good bargaining chip.

His thick hair is long enough to sink my fingers into. So I do.

Though I can tell he would rather press me up against the wall and devour me, he takes the time to gently wash my hair. When he finishes rinsing the soap out, he lathers every inch of my body.

Water cascades over us as I take his lips in a kiss when he comes to stand in front of me.

I fuse our connection with all the love I can pull from my soul and hope he can feel it.

I’m not as good with my words as he is, but I hope it’s something I can learn because this man deserves to be told he’s loved.

I brush the dark strands of hair from his face, and he does the same for me.

He bends down, grips me by the ass and I’m against the opposite steam-warmed wall in the next second.

We’ve stepped out of the water, but the chill running through my body is not from the lack of hot water on me.

It’s how his cock teases my entrance but he doesn’t quite enter me. It’s infuriating and bliss all at once.

“Ash,” I try to beg, but his lips come over mine and we don’t come up for air until the very last second either of us can go.

He presses his forehead to mine. We stay like that for a second and then we are out of the shower, dripping wet and crossing to the bedroom. Neither of us care as he spreads me over black sheets.