Page 11 of Savage Possession (Savage Reign #3)

ISABELLA

A sh moves over me, coming between my spread legs. Powerful fingers dig into the flesh of my ass possessively. Lips come over my pulse point and the second the tip of his tongue strokes over my skin I want to melt into him.

Suddenly he steps away from the bed and from me. He moves across the room and flicks on soft lighting overhead.

“I want to see all of you.”

Same.

I come to my elbows and watch his beautiful body glide back to the bed.

Muscles, tattoos, and an array of scars cover a beautiful masculine body that has taken a devastating amount of pain.

I can see it in the burn scars, healed-over bullet holes and what look like healed knife wounds over taut pecs.

I saw hints of them in the shower, but honestly I was distracted by his finger in my hair.

“What happened to you, Ash?” I come to my knees at the end of the bed and trace the pad of my finger over part of the scar that runs from the side of his right pec to end just above his navel.

He’s made for leading others. Powerful legs, strong wide shoulders made for carrying the burdens of many, and an aura of danger that speaks both of death and protection. At least to me anyway. He’ll drop bodies yet I’ve seen him protect the innocent with my own eyes.

I place a kiss over the scar. He shudders under the slight warmth of my lips.

I draw in the cabin—the low crackle of heat in the fireplace I’m just noticing, the sound of the storm rolling beyond the window.

Rain lashes against the glass, thunder rumbling like the growl of a beast. On the other side of the glass, lightning splits the distant swamps of the bayou into jagged pieces of silver.

The bed behind us is wide and darkly inviting, covered in black sheets that gleam faintly under the soft lighting.

He turns me around and steps up behind me.

“I like it when you say my name.” Warm arms come around me and settle just below my breasts. His thumb strokes the tender flesh, causing my clit to throb with need.

I rest my head against his shoulder and arch my back. In tune with my silent desires, Ash wraps strong fingers around the heavy weight of my breasts.

I moan and sigh heavily. Between us, his thick cock teases me with what I really want.

“Ash,” I whisper breathlessly.

“You belong to me, Isa. I want you so deeply it hurts to the core of my being.”

He eases me forward, guiding me until we sink into the cool press of the black sheets. He comes over top of me, kissing me from the top of my spine all the way to the round swell of my ass cheeks.

Heat from the fireplace envelops us, while the chill of the storm rattling the cabin fades. The world narrows to us two, to this storm inside the cabin that mirrors the chaos outside its walls.

The large window looms behind him. Beyond, trees whip in wild rhythm under the storm’s fierce hand, branches thrashing like dancers caught in ecstasy.

He rolls me over and comes between my legs.

I hook my feet at his back and sink into the sheets that yield under our weight. My nipples pebble in the warm air, and I can feel the heat of his stare lingering there. Callused hands stroke over every exposed inch of my body. Fully naked beneath him, there isn’t a part of me he is not caressing.

“Mm,” I moan shamelessly. “Your touch is divine, Ash. Please don’t stop.”

Between us, his erection brushes against the folds of my pussy like a promise that will be fulfilled this time around.

I gaze down my body to watch as his head dips to draw a nipple into his hot, hungry mouth. “Such responsive, pretty nipples. So fucking suckable,” he growls around a mouthful of me and I won’t lie. I go completely freaking weak in his arms.

Heat blooms inside me and if it were not for the sheets keeping me grounded, I’d be creaming all over Ash.

Still on his knees between my spread thighs, he pulls me to him and I come to rest on his lap, sitting up. Loose strands of dark hair have fallen over his forehead. I brush them aside and lower my lips to his and for the first time, I feel like I’ve found my forever home.

Taking control is addictive and I like how his breath hitches when I stroke my tongue over his bottom lip.

His hands find my ass and he drags me fully against him. We only teased each other in our first encounter. Now, his large cock slides through my folds in a way that says tonight he’s taking me.

He’s not entering me. Not yet, but the head of his shaft plays at the opening of my channel.

I tremble in his hold and break our kiss. “Ash,” I moan. It takes me a minute to find my words when I would rather he fuck me senseless. But I need him to hear what I have to say.

“I don’t know what is happening between us, but I want more. Please don’t think less of me when I say this but…”

“But what, Isa. Tell me.” He leans in and kisses my shoulder, my neck, and then he breaches my virgin channel just enough to have me gasping.

Lashes fall over my cheeks and the world around me goes black.

“Ash! Oh, God! What you do to me is sinful.”

Pain buries just under the surface of all the pleasure his touch fills me with. He slips out and gently teases me again.

“You were saying, sweet angel?” he coaxes, his voice steely and rough.

I force my eyes open. My body is drugged with lust, but my brain is telling me to move my lips or lose the chance.

“I dreamed about you after I met you at the bookstore. Our first kiss. The way your hand felt holding mine. It left me wanting to know the feel of your hands on my body. The feel of your body claiming mine. I fell in love with you too.”

He presses his forehead against mine. “How could I ever think less of you for being brave and speaking up about what you want?” The truth of his words reflects in his gentle strokes and the softness around his eyes.

He lifts me effortlessly, moving us from the edge of the bed to the top. The storm lashes angrily outside. Glass rattles in the large window, but here I know I’m safe. The sheets are warm against my body when he spreads me out across them like an offering.

My hair spills over the pillows, drawing Ash’s eye before his gaze tracks the swells of my breasts, then lower.

Ash straddles me, pulling my legs over the top of his. Powerful fingers grip my thighs. He massages his way up until he is within reach of my pulsing clit.

Using both thumbs, he caresses my folds. Slick heat blooms between my thighs and the tingles of electricity over my skin have me sliding my fingers through his tousled black hair as he lowers his mouth.

His eyes flick to mine one last time and I swear I see pure sin glitter in the darkness of his eyes.

And then he drags the pad of his warm tongue through my dripping pussy lips.

I bow off the bed, shuddering and gasping.

He does it again and this time he gathers my clit between his lips and pulls the throbbing flesh into his hungry mouth.

I moan, my whole body shaking and drowning in the need to climax.

It doesn’t linger on the fringes like when I tease myself.

Under Ash’s hungry mouth, my orgasm flashes through me and hits with the force of an autumn storm.

I cry out and tighten my fingers in his hair. Thick fingers sink into my clenching pussy. He works the virgin flesh in and out until he has my hips bucking.

He rumbles a deep sound from the back of his throat. “Beautiful and delicious.”

My heart rate doubles. Triples. My mouth opens and the cry of pleasure that falls from my lips sends a wave of ecstasy rippling through the cabin.

“Breathe,” I hear him say and I draw oxygen into my lungs. “Just follow me and breathe when I do,” he coaxes. For several moments I stare into his eyes and inhale when he does.

He comes over the top of me and lifts my leg with an easy glide of his hand beneath my knee.

“Was that the first time a man has made you climax with his mouth?”

His slow, deep voice works through me, relaxing my quivering muscles.

“Yes,” I offer in a whispered sigh. “It’s the first time I’ve had a man between my legs. Period.”

His smile turns wolfish. “It will be the first of many. I promise.”

He wraps my legs around his middle and effortlessly lifts me to his lap. I reach for his thick cock. How can I not? It’s big, beautiful, and begging me to touch it. When my fingers wrap around the veined length, a primal rumble of appreciation lets me know he likes my touch as much as I like his.

Fire blazes in his eyes when he opens them and looks at me again. He traps my mouth in a hard, claiming kiss. He tastes of my release, wild passion, and dirty fun.

His hands grip my waist, and he lifts. Straddling him like this, I cling to him and whimper for more shamelessly.

“Take what you want, sweet angel. You’re in control here.”

Wordlessly, we lock gazes as I guide him to my entrance and lower myself over his cock. My folds spread around his engorged head and ever so slowly I take him an inch at a time inside my virgin channel.

Panting and trembling in his arms, I can’t find it in me to take him the rest of the way inside me. “Ash.” My mouth hinges open on a heavy groan. “It hurts. Ash, I need your help.” I tremble with the need to have him.

An animalistic growl tears from his lips. Raw, primal power pulses between us and the vivid urge to let him devour me takes hold. Sparks crackle through my veins to the rhythm of the storm outside.

“Say it again, my sweet Isa.” His fingers dig into flesh possessively. Come morning I’ll be wearing his mark in more ways than one.

“Help me. Take me. Please.” My breath hitches. Heat floods my core.

“Let me help you.” He lays me back on the black sheets.

Soft light and storm shadows ripple across his skin as he grips my hips.

I swallow hard, every nerve lit with fire.

With his eyes locked on mine, Ash sinks every inch in with one controlled thrust. My channel grips him and the bloom of fire deep in my core forces the air from my lungs.