Page 89 of Savage Thirst

She glances at the rearview mirror.

Kayden meets her gaze with a look he tries to play off—shoulders loose, mouth cocked in that lazy smirk. "Hey, your call, sunshine. Backseat, backdoor, all part of the tour."

But his white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel tells a different story. It's difficult for him.

I don't care.

Sage turns back to me. Her green eyes smolder, and when she bites her lip, soft and deliberate, it nearly undoes me. I tighten my grip on her hips in response, and she whimpers, the sound vibrating straight through my spine.

Then she exhales. "All right. Let's try. I want to."

I breathe once, deep and steady, keeping control. "I'll go slow. Gentle. You can stop me anytime. What's your safe word?"

"Marigold," she whispers.

"Good girl."

That earns a low, aching moan from her throat.

I shift, lowering my pants just enough. No more barriers. Just skin, heat, and trust.

I ease her back, guiding her to lean into me, her thighs spread over mine, body open and yielding. One hand steadies her hip, the other drifts lower, fingers gliding over her slick warmth.

First, her center—slow, deliberate circles over her clit, featherlight at first. Her breath hitches. Then I press just a little harder, drawing a soft, desperate sound from her lips as her head tips back against my shoulder.

"There you go," I murmur, my voice close to her ear. "Let yourself feel everything."

I coat the fingers of my other hand with lube, warming it in my palm. Then I reach back, easing between the cleft of her ass, pressing gently. She tenses for a breath, and I wait, brushing kisses along her neck, still stroking her clit in careful rhythm. Her hips shift, subtle but telling.

That's permission.

I slide one lubed finger inside her slowly, carefully, listening to every breath. She gasps, but not from pain, just the stretch, the newness. I stay still for a heartbeat, letting her body adjust, my other hand never breaking its rhythm over her swollen center.

"You're doing so well," I murmur. "Still okay?"

She nods, tight and urgent. "Yes. More."

Gods, this woman.

I slide a second finger in, slow and patient. Her muscles flutter around me, and I feel her pulse through every inch of her. The lube makes it smooth, but the tightness… it's exquisite. I ease the stretch gradually, curling just slightly, feeling the catch of her breath again.

Behind the wheel, Kayden growls low. I know he's listening. Watching.

Good.

I shift again and slick myself, coating my length with the same slow precision I use for everything else. Her body's ready—my fingers have prepared her well—but I don't rush it. I press my cock against the tight ring of muscle, guiding her hips, holding her steady.

She gasps again, sharper this time. I kiss her shoulder, murmur low, "Breathe for me."

She does.

And I begin to slide in.

Every inch a claim. Every inch earned. Her body resists at first, tight as a vice, but she opens for me—eager, trembling, breath catching on every exhale as I slowly fill her.

Her hands grip the door and the headrest. Kayden lets out another sharp sound from the front, like he's the one being tortured.

"You're making my brother insane," I whisper into her hair. "And you haven't said a word."