Page 50 of Savage Saint (Empire of Secrets #2)

Her hips jerk violently, and she moans around my cock, the vibration making me groan against her cunt.

The feedback loop of pleasure is intense—each desperate sound I draw from her sends shockwaves straight through my cock, which makes me redouble my efforts between her thighs.

I eat her like a starving man at his last meal, messy and unrestrained.

My tongue explores every fold, every ridge, mapping her pussy like I'm claiming territory.

When I push a finger inside her tight heat, she whimpers, her body clenching around the intrusion so hard I nearly lose it.

Her movements on my cock become jerkier, less coordinated as pleasure overtakes her control.

She's trying to suck me properly but keeps getting distracted, pulling off to gasp and moan.

"That's it, baby," I growl against her wet flesh. "Lose control for me."

I add a second finger, curling both to hit that spot inside her that makes her whole body shake.

Her inner walls flutter and squeeze as I pump them in and out, setting a punishing rhythm.

At the same time, I suck her clit between my lips, flicking it with my tongue in quick, precise motions that have her crying out.

"Fuck, Angelo," she gasps, completely abandoning my cock now. "I'm going to—"

"Come for me," I growl against her pussy. "Let me taste you."

She cries out, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashes through her. Her pussy clenching rhythmically around my fingers, and I lap up every drop of her release, unable to stop myself. Her taste will be my undoing. I know I'll never stop craving it.

Kasia pants as I pull her off my cock and flip us around, pressing her front against the back of the seat and pushing her arse out.

I stroke the side of it before giving it a slap, and from the noise she's making, she's loving it.

Her skin flushes pink under my hand, and I do it again, harder this time. She moans, pushing back against me.

I stroke down her crease, circling her puckered hole. "This will be mine too," I say, pressing just enough to make her gasp. "But we don't have the time now. Later."

"Yes," she moans. "God, yes."

"My name is Angelo," I remind her, lining my cock up with her pussy and pushing just the tip between her lips. I tease her entrance, coating myself in her wetness.

When I enter her, her back arches and a loud moan escapes her. "Angelo," she breathes. "Anio?."

The Polish word for angel slips from her lips, and something in my chest tightens. I'm loving every sound she's making, every gasp and whimper as I bury myself to the hilt inside her.

I set a punishing pace, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. The slap of skin against skin fills the cabin, punctuated by her cries and my grunts. She's so tight around me, so hot and wet, that I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming too soon.

"Touch yourself," I command, and she immediately reaches between her legs, her fingers finding her clit.

The change in her is instantaneous. Her cunt clenches around me, her back arches further, and her moans take on a desperate edge. I slide my hand up her spine to tangle in her hair, pulling her head back gently.

"You're mine," I growl in her ear. "Say it."

"I'm yours," she gasps, her fingers working frantically at her clit. "Only yours."

I reward her with a particularly deep thrust that has her crying out. "And I'm yours," I admit, the words tearing from somewhere deep inside me. "Only yours, Butterfly."

Her pussy tightens around me at the endearment, and I know she's close. I speed up my thrusts, angling to hit that spot inside her that makes her see stars.

"Come for me again," I demand. "Come on my cock."

She shatters with a scream, her entire body tensing as waves of pleasure crash through her.

Her pussy pulses around me, squeezing my dick with the ferocity of a milkmaid, and I can't hold back any longer.

I bury myself deep inside her and let go, releasing into her as her orgasm squeezes every last drop from me.

For a moment, we stay frozen like that, both of us panting, sweat cooling on our skin. Then I gently pull out, watching with satisfaction as my come starts to leak from her.

"Fuck," she suddenly stiffens. "All this time. We've not been using birth control."

"I know," I reply, smirking, because from the very first time, I knew I was never letting her go. I grab a cloth to clean her up but then think better of it and push my come back inside her pussy. "This stays there, so you know who really owns you," I say, pulling her panties up.

She turns to face me, her expression a mix of shock, arousal, and something softer that makes my chest ache. "You're insane," she whispers, but there's no heat in it.

"About you? Absolutely." I pull her against me, feeling her heartbeat against my chest. "Is that a problem?"

She's quiet for a long moment, and I wonder if I've pushed too far, been too possessive too soon. Then she presses a kiss to my collarbone, so gentle it barely registers.

"No," she murmurs. "It's not a problem at all."

I tilt her chin up, needing to see her eyes. They're clear now, free of the cold calculation that had worried me earlier. My Butterfly is back, at least for now.

"When this is over," I say, "when Jerzy is dead, we're going to have a conversation about the future."

She tenses slightly in my arms. "What if there is no future?"

"There will be." I press my forehead against hers. "I'm not giving you up, Kasia. Not to Jerzy, not to death, not to anything."

She doesn't answer, but she doesn't pull away either.

"After," she whispers against my mouth, "I won't be the same." There's a tremor in her voice that breaks something in my chest.

"Then I'll fall in love with whoever you become." The words surprise us both. I didn't mean to say them, but I don't take them back.

She goes still in my arms, her breath catching. For a moment, neither of us moves. The cabin feels impossibly small, the air between us charged with something more than desire. Something neither of us has dared name until now.

"Angelo," she breathes against my throat, her voice raw.

I run my hands through her hair, feeling the silk strands slip through my fingers. "I know," I murmur, though I'm not sure what I'm acknowledging. Her fear? Her past? The weight of what I just admitted?

"No one's ever..." She pulls back slightly, her eyes red-rimmed but fierce. "No one's ever loved me. Not the real me. Not all the broken pieces."

I cup her face, thumbs brushing away tears. "Their loss."

She searches my face like she's looking for the lie, the manipulation. All those years with Jerzy taught her that affection comes with strings, that care is conditional. But I let her look. Let her see everything I've been trying to hide.

"What if I can't love you back?" The question comes out barely audible. "What if Jerzy broke that part of me too?"

My chest constricts, but I don't look away. "Then I'll love you enough for both of us until you remember how."

Fresh tears spill down her cheeks, and she kisses me with a desperation that speaks of endings and beginnings all at once. There's salt on her lips, the taste of sorrow and something that might be hope.

When we finally break apart, we're both breathing hard. The papers documenting Jerzy's compound lie forgotten on the floor. Outside the window, clouds drift past like ghosts.

"Whatever happens—" she starts, but I silence her with another kiss.

"Whatever happens," I agree when we part, "we face it together."

She nods, burying her face in my neck, and I feel wetness on my skin. Her shoulders shake silently, and I hold her tighter, knowing this might be the last time I hold this version of her. Tomorrow, we hunt. Tomorrow, everything changes.