Chapter 9
Savage
She’s mine. She’s mine.
The words echo through my mind for about a second before I claim her, take what I realize I’ve been wanting since her first shower in this room. Since she opened those wide green eyes and accidentally called me babe. And yet somehow, even back then, that felt right. It felt inevitable.
I free my hands from their self-imposed prison and give myself permission to touch her.
To hold her. I cup Claire’s face in both hands and bring her lips to mine.
I’m tasting her, losing myself in her sweetness and her spice, fisting her hair lightly and savoring every gasp and murmur that passes from her lips to mine.
I still haven’t healed all the way, so my rib cage starts to burn, but I don’t care. There is no way I’m gonna stop now. She’s given herself to me, and I don’t know yet how far we will take this, but if all I have is tonight, I’m gonna take what she’s willing to give.
I slide my hands from her face, wind my fingers through her hair again, and then move my hands down to the hem of her sleep tee.
She’s dressed for bed, braless and in pajama shorts, and the smooth lines of her thighs make my mouth water more than the plush lips that kiss me back with a fervor that matches mine.
I’m used to women wanting to fuck me, but this feels different.
This feels like more. Claire cared for me.
Smoothed back my hair when I was sleeping, fed me pain meds and water when I was too weak to hold up my own head.
Between every kiss and touch, she’s looking at me like she fucking cares.
Like the shit I’ve shared with her isn’t some black mark on my soul that drives her away.
Instead, it’s a thing we share, a bond of something we both understand so deeply, it’s like we’re cut from two parts of the same cloth.
“Claire,” I murmur, my fingers skimming the soft flesh under the hem of her shirt. “Can I—”
She cuts me off. “Anything. Yes to all of it, Savage.”
I waste no time taking what I want, but I’m not gonna be a fucking animal about it. If Claire is offering herself to me, then I’m gonna take the gift she’s giving and treat it the way she deserves to be treated. The way I’m gonna guess she hasn’t been treated in too long.
I slowly tug the top up and over her shoulders.
She helps me work her arms out and then sits before me on the bed, her breasts firm and small but surprisingly full.
Her skin pebbles, and her nipples grow hard as I watch the pink peaks.
Long chestnut-brown hair falls down her back, and she parts her lips, her lids half lowered.
She sucks her lower lip into her mouth and takes a long, slow breath, her chest rising and falling with the action.
It’s like a siren’s call, and I can’t hold myself back.
I awkwardly pivot from where I’m sitting with my back against the headboard and lay her down on top of the covers.
It’s my turn to kneel as she lies back, and I just look at every inch of her.
The faded yellow bruises are gone, her belly is soft, and her tits…
God, my mouth fucking waters as I decide where and how to touch her first.
I run my fingers along her bare arms, watching as her toes curl and her eyes close on a sweet, seductive sigh.
Her breathing is steady, and I run my hands along her hands, lace my fingers through hers and squeeze, before moving to the sides of her ribs.
I pass my hot hand over her breast, and she sucks air so fast I freeze.
I keep going when she smiles and murmurs, “That’s so good. Don’t stop.”
Her nipples are soft and light pink. I trace a circle with my fingertips, drawing long strokes around her fullness until she whimpers and flexes her thighs.
“More?” I ask. “What do you like, baby?”
I want to hear her voice, confident, demanding. I want her to tell me what she wants and how she likes to be touched. I want to know exactly how to please her, so I can give her everything she’s ever wanted and more.
“Suck me, squeeze me,” she says, her voice shaking.
I obey, lowering my hand and taking her tender nipples between my fingertips. I squeeze lightly, tugging the flesh toward me and watching as her entire body reacts. I tug and twist, slowly and softly at first, but then I work her nipples harder until the delicate skin is flushed a rosy red.
She gasps, gripping the sheets in her fingers. A cherry-colored blush blossoms on her chest, and her cheeks go pink. Her mouth is open, she’s licking her lips, and she’s working her hips in little squirming motions.
Every movement she makes sends bolts of heat to my cock, and before I know it, I’m so hard, I’m afraid I’m gonna split the seam of my sweatpants.
I am nowhere near ready to fuck this woman, no matter what my body demands, but I can’t wait a second longer to taste her.
I lower myself carefully, holding back a stream of curses at the pain in my ribs, and straddle her thighs.
I bend forward at the waist and kiss her breastbone, using my fingers to keep the pressure on her nipples.
She sighs at my kiss, but then a ragged spike shoots through my side. I roll off her and crash onto the mattress, facing the ceiling. “Nope,” I say through a laugh. “That ain’t happening.”
Her eyes fly open, and she grabs for her sleep shirt to cover herself. “What happened?” she asks, her voice worried.
“Ribs ain’t liking that. So, I’m gonna need your help, baby. We gotta trade places.”
She grins and drops the sleep shirt.
I lie back against the headboard again and pat my thighs. “Here,” I tell her.
She straddles me, and I pull her close, then scoot my ass a little lower on the bed so I can cup her tits in my hands and bring them close to my face.
I give her no warning, I just lick one hard nipple up and down, laving the tender flesh with my tongue while holding her hips in my hands.
She gasps and arches her back, pressing into my chest. I feel her fingers weave through my hair, and she feeds me her tit, urging me to take her fully into my mouth.
I happily oblige, sucking her nipple all the way into my mouth hard, then soft. I nibble it and breathe hot kisses on the underside of her breast, worshipping every inch of her skin until she’s trembling with need.
“Savage,” she cries softly, “my God, that feels so good.”
“How good?” I ask her, blowing a warm breath along her flushed breast. “What do you need, baby?”
“More,” she pants. “I just want more.”
“We gotta get up,” I tell her because I’m in pain again.
She widens her eyes but scoots off my lap.
I roll off the bed and take her hand, then in one swoop, I tug her sleep shorts and panties off.
She stands beside the bed, her breasts pink from my attention, from my mouth.
Her thighs tremble with desire, and I resist the urge to stop and taste every freckle that dances a path from her knees to her hips.
The sight of her bare thighs, the curls of her hair covering her pussy, makes me painfully hard.
But I motion for her to lie back on the bed, and she does, settling herself so her ass is at the edge of the mattress.
I’m gonna make sure she gets every bit of satisfaction she needs.
This will do the job. As long as I don’t have to twist my torso too much, I can make this work.
I kneel on the floor and rake my hands up and down her thighs. She sighs and shudders as I massage my way from her knees to her hips and down again, widening her legs apart when I get back to her knees.
From this vantage point, I can bend just a little and see every inch of her pussy, spread open for me and fucking wet. It takes every ounce of my self-control to keep my dick in my pants, every bit of restraint I possess not to plunge myself deep inside and fuck her senseless.
Not yet.
Not yet.
Not yet.
First, I take a finger and stroke her, moving past her damp curls and finding her core.
She whimpers and squirms but widens her legs farther, giving me an even better view of her pleasure.
I stroke her wetness and spread it everywhere, paying special attention to her swollen clit.
I can’t fucking help myself, though. I stop and pull my fingers away, sticking them in my mouth to suck her juices off my fingertips.
“Sweet as fucking sin,” I whisper, licking my fingers clean. “My God, baby, you’re delicious inside and out.”
She giggles and grips the bedsheets in her fingers. “Savage, fuck…”
“I know, baby. I know.” I go back to her pussy, stroking her and lightly tapping her clit just to get it wet. Then I gently pinch the swollen bud between two fingers and roll her moisture over it, kneading her sensitive flesh to work up the pleasure until she’s writhing and panting.
“Savage,” she gasps, grabbing for my hair and tugging, pushing, wriggling for me to release the same ache I know I’m feeling.
“I got you,” I promise. Then I slide one finger inside her, reaching deep and crooking until I feel the spongy wall deep inside. I lower my mouth and let my tongue take over the work on her clit while one finger, then two, explores her hot, wet center.
“Oh no, no, no,” she groans, her hips bucking, lifting and riding to meet my hand. “Oh God, no, this is too good. Savage, I can’t… Savage, I’m gonna…”
I hum my satisfaction against her sweet pussy, then roll the tip of my tongue over her clit while finger-fucking her hard and deep. “Come for me, Claire. Come on, baby.”
At my words, she melts, releasing a high-pitched moan that has me leaking inside my sweats. “Oh fuck, Savage.”
Then I feel it, the clenching of her walls, the euphoric spasm as she lifts her hips and grabs my hand with hers, grinding against my fingers as she wrings every ounce of pleasure from my touch.
“That good, baby?” I ask. “You want more?”
“More,” she begs, her voice a cry and a squeak, a prayer and a song all in one.
“We good to go bare?” I ask.