Page 33 of Savage Promises (Quinlan Empire #2)

Lennox

S hane’s bedroom is a colorblock masterpiece of blues, whites, and grays. His bed, a cherry sleigh frame, rests against a wall of blue leather tufted squares. Cream vertical panels surround the design with brass sconces lighting the bed in a soft glow.

The whole room is trimmed in glossy black molding with a blue and white area rug and a black leather tufted bench against the footboard.

I glance around looking for Shane, marveling at the unique and handsome room, until I spot him, sitting in one of two black leather club chairs in front of a large window.

He has an ankle across one knee, his dress shirt is open, and his trousers sit low on his hips, exposing a beautiful rack of chiseled abs.

“Lock the door, Mrs. Quinlan.”

The order paired with my new name sends shivers through me.

“Is locking it necessary?” I ask, closing it. “Are you keeping someone out, or me in?”

“You in.”

I smile. “But I can always unlock it.”

“You won’t want to leave once I get started with you.” He stands and inside this room, he seems taller.

“Your bedroom is decorated exquisitely,” I offer a compliment.

“I’m sure the designer will appreciate hearing that when you call her to redo your room.” He gets to his feet and prowls toward me.

I glance at him curiously. “What? My bedroom is fine. It’s beautiful. Just not...”

He stops before me. “Not what?”

“Not me.”

“Then make it you.” He rolls up his sleeves like he’s ready to get down to some intense business.

“This nightgown is very me, if you can believe it.” I twirl to show it off. “I’m not very frilly.”

“I like that about you. I don’t need frilly. I don’t want girly and soft. I need a strong wife.”

I clear my throat and drop my hands. “I hope I can be that for you.”

“The sheer fabric against your skin looks beautiful on you.” He strokes the satin-trimmed neckline and laughs. “Of course, it’ll be a wadded-up ball in the corner in a minute.”

“Are you sure?” I close my hands around his feeling nervous.

For some reason, I back away until I’m pressed against the closed door.

“Lennox...” Shane gently strokes my face. “Don’t be nervous. This is what I want. You. Now you can give yourself to me.”

I breathe raggedly as he presses his nose against the base of my throat. “I want this, too, Shane.”

I always did. I’m pinching myself.

“But I’m not rushing things,” Shane growls. “I’m savoring every moment. I want to study you and figure out what you like. I intend to fuck you every single night.”

“Even when...”

“You’re on your period?” He gazes at me. “Aye. I’ll claim you in the most primal way because you’re mine. Blood won’t stop me. Are you on birth control?”

Exhaling, I say, “I am. I got an implant a few years ago to regulate my cycle. I hope I can keep it for a while.”

“Of course. Keep it as long as you want. I want you , Lennox. All of you. To myself. I’m a selfish prick.”

Swallowing, I say, “You don’t want kids? ”

Shrugging, he runs a finger along my collarbone. “Never thought about it. When you grow up in a large family the last thing you want is more people around.”

I giggle. “I guess. But you were youngest, weren’t you spoiled?”

“Hardly. There wasn’t much left for me at the end of the day.”

“You’re my only husband.” I drape my arms across his shoulders. “You’ll get all of my attention.”

“And you’ll have all of mine. Let’s make the most of each other. We have so much time to make up for.” He cups my breasts over the sheer nightgown. “The blood test results came back hours ago. We’re both clean. I want to take you bare. I want to feel your cunt get wet around my cock.”

I quiver, thinking I’m already wet. “I want that.”

“Fuck. I don’t know where to start. I want to bury myself so deep inside you, but I don’t want to rush. Or hurt you.”

“I don’t want to rush either.”

He grins. “I said me, not you. I’m going to use my mouth to make you come so many times, you’ll be sobbing for me to stop. I want to hear you roar, my lioness.”

I shiver. “Can you start by kissing me again?”

“My pleasure.” Shane presses his lips to mine with a wet, sensuous kiss.

A week ago, I stole a kiss from him and it was my whole world. All I thought I’d ever get. Now his kiss is the start of a night where I can have anything I want from him.

He tastes like mint and spice. His tongue swirls with mine, teasing me. “You taste so fucking good.”

“Shane,” I whimper.

His hands grip the straps of the nightgown and a second later he rolls it down. “Show me, Lennox. Bare yourself to me. Your husband.”

The fabric slides down my body, and when the sheer nighty is pooled at my feet, Shane gently lifts each leg and shucks it away. I’m painfully aware of every naked inch he’s staring at.

“This is how I want you. Open. Exposed. Vulnerable. On the edge.”

Check. Check. Check and ...check.

“Now touch me.” He stands to his full height and opens his shirt more.

I slip my hands inside and his skin feels like velvet with only a soft dusting of hair. He’s so warm it’s insane. Every ridge of abs quivers under my fingers.

“Touch my cock, Lennox.” He breathes harshly. “Feel how much I want you.”

Shaking, I reach for his waistband and open his pants. The button pops with a sigh. I reach inside and Shane groans like he’s never been touched.

“Fuck,” he mutters, pushing his forehead against mine.

His cock is long and thick, the shape outlined in his briefs. Unfurled, it falls heavily into my palms. Both! I need two hands to stroke him.

“Jesus, that’s so good.” He grips my chin. “I need to make you come with my mouth first. This is already going too fast for me.”

He lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. Kissing my neck, he lays me on his bed, and I sink into the top cover. The plushness is a hint of what heaven must feel like.

Shane pulls his covers down, holding me by the waist with one hand until I’m spread out on silky sheets. “God, you’re beautiful. The most goddamn beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Or had in my bed. ”

I swallow. “Have you slept with anyone in this bed?”

“No,” he answers quickly. “This is our house. I will only fuck my wife here.”

“Shane... Is this forever?” I ask before I can stop myself.

“Of course it is.” He kisses me. “Don’t you want that?”

Forever is such a bizarre concept. Throw in the mafia world element and forever can be cut short tomorrow. “I want to be happy. I want to make you happy.”

“I already am.” Shane fingers one of my hard erect nipples, his blue eyes sparkling in the light coming in from the window. “And I know what to do to make you happy.”

His hungry gaze tracks a path right to the center of my universe. My skin flames with heat at the idea of Shane Quinlan’s face between my legs. Heat floods my core so hot, so fast, white haze clouds my vision. Shane kisses down my body, his mouth driving me crazy.

“Are you wet for me, baby?” he growls, licking his full lips.

Tightening my thighs, I feel how wet I am, how my arousal drips down into my ass. “Uh-huh.”

Propped up on his elbow, Shane’s hand finds my center.

“Open for me. Show me what’s mine. Show me what I nearly started a war for.” With the help of his nudging hand, I spread my legs for him to see all of me. “Christ, that is the most gorgeous cunt I’ve ever seen.”

Thanks to a fresh wax.

His wicked and sinful tongue explores down to my tummy. I hold my breath when he keeps going and stops to tease the top of my slit.

When his warm breath fans across my wet flesh, I release an audible whimper and I arch off the bed.

Shane cups the back of my thighs. “Hold still. That’s my good girl.” He presses an open mouth kiss to my slit. “Your scent is goddamn incredible. My cock is throbbing for you. All from one taste.”

He teases me with another soft kiss to my wet center and inhales my scent.

“Eating your pussy will claim you as mine. Your orgasm is a reminder of who you belong to. And whenever I say lift your skirt, you give yourself to me, do you understand?”

“Yes,” I whimper as molten heat shoots right to my core.

“So fucking pink and perfect. This slit is teasing me.” His warm tongue probes my opening, the flat part hitting my clit.

“Shane!” I cry out, pleasure shooting through my veins.

“Jesus, you taste fucking delicious.” His tongue teases the inside of me, lapping my juices and growling like a man possessed.

Shane concentrates on licking and sucking my wet, sensitive flesh.

That savage tongue strokes my swollen clit in a repeated motion that has the room spinning.

My eyes roll back in my head as I tilt my hips and scratch at his scalp.

Shane has the hottest, most incredible mouth, lips, and tongue.

After yet another deft lick of my center, my heart crashes against my chest.

“Please, Shane!” I beg one more time before I forget his name and mine.

He ignores my pleas, tossing me an evil smirk to torture me. But his hips are writhing on the sheets, too. Moaning, Shane continues to lave at me, sucking my clit, and dipping his tongue into impossible depths everywhere in between.

My body is ready to launch off this damn bed, my blood bubbling for an explosion that will destroy me for sure. He said this marriage is forever. He wants this every night. I don’t think I’ll survive. He’s not even inside me yet.

Telling him I’m a virgin sits on my tongue, but then he’ll treat me like a piece of glass. That’s not what he wants, according to him. Although, I know he wants complete control. I don’t have a lot of experience, but I’m so eager to please him. Give him that control.

Maybe he won’t notice.

Wicked pressure and shocks of electricity snake up and down my spine. I’m ready to lose my fucking mind. “Oh, Shane...”

“Come for me, baby,” he groans in complete control of me.

And with that, I start my fall over the edge. Lust and madness are going to kill me before this orgasm is over. My hips buck, my pussy fastened to his evil mouth as he watches me fall apart.

“Shane, I’m coming,” I cry out.

I’ve come before. Plenty of times, different ways. This already feels different. This is already more intense than anything I’ve experienced.

He keeps sucking me until my orgasm, the strongest of my life, levels off. But I’m still wired even when the waves stop.

“Jesus fuck, you’re wet and trembling.” Shane’s deep brogue shatters me.

I gasp for air, but I can’t stop shaking.

Finally, Shane lets my orgasm settle into my bones. He kisses me with a soaked mouth from my arousal. “You taste so fucking good.”

The room is spinning as I kiss him back, holding on to him.

Shane sits up and removes his belt, the jingle-jangle of the buckle catching my attention. “Now, it’s my turn.”