Chapter Four #2
“Savage…” she whispers on a hitched breath, but my name is nothing but a fevered plea reverberating around me, kissing my skin, sinking beneath the dermis to brand me. For once the demons on my back silently watch. Like they’ve been waiting for this moment far longer than I have.
I circle my tongue over her budding clit, sliding my hands down from the back of her hips to the crease of her ass to part her cheeks so I can get deeper into her needy hole.
I flatten my tongue and drag it over and over again, helping her stand when her thighs tremble.
Her hands stay on my head, shoving me deeper into her pretty pussy, and I’m painfully hard.
I know I’m gonna come with her when she lets go all over my face.
“Savage. We shouldn't,” she whines, but she bucks against my tongue, seeking me. “Oh my god. Savage.”
That’s it, baby. Come for your man.
I lick harder, deeper, slower, then jackhammer my tongue against that precious gem, only to go back to eating her pussy, softly landing kisses before I suck her clit into my mouth, over and over again, teasing, licking, fucking, nipping, using all I have until I can get my dick inside of her.
“Parker, Parker, baby, please, please, please. Fuck me. I need you inside of me.”
Yes, fucking ma’am.
I’m not much for shower sex, but she turns to face the wall, spreading herself open for me.
I guide my cock to her slick hole. Hands on her hips, I shove as much as I can into her, pull back, and we both groan when I slam home.
Sweet, velvet fucking heaven, clinging to me in gripping tiny ripples, begging me to fill her.
I'm a weak man for her and her alone. If she demands, I give. Every. Time. I like it like that. “Rub that pretty little clit for me, baby.” Thrust “God, you feel so fucking good, Bri.” Thrust “Fuck, I missed you.” Thrust.
“You aren’t allowed to leave me.”
Thrust. “I won’t.”
“You aren’t allowed to go away.”
Thrust. “Never.”
“I’m entirely too codependent on you.”
Thrust. “I love that, baby.” Thrust.
“Forever. You’re mine forever.”
Thrust. “Fuck, baby,” Thrust “that’s gonna make me come.” Thrust thrust thrust.
“Forever, Parker. I promise you forever. Oh god, deeper. I’m so close.” She shivers against me.
“Ah, shit. I’m gonna come. Fuck, I love you.”
“Savage!” Her pussy clenches around me, milking my throbbing shaft, massaging it in tight, hot pulses just as my toes want to curl and my balls feel like they’re on fire.
I grip her wide hips, fingers digging into her skin, and I let go every fucking load I have with a goddamn ragged gasp that echoes around us, still pumping my hips until I’m so fucking sensitive I’m shaking.
I move my hands around her waist and clutch her to me.
I let my forehead drop to the back of hers and let the tears flow while I just hold her until the water runs completely cold and we’re both shivering.
“There will never be another you for me, baby. I swear it on my life. You’re it for me. Demons can call me home all they want, but I’ll stick with you until they drag me kicking and screaming, you hear me?” I sniff. “I just got you, baby. I’m not letting you go, Bri. Forever, right?”
She nods. “Forever,” she whispers.
One word. One word is enough to both shatter and mend my fractured mind and soul, molding it into a glass heart only large enough for her to hold in her small hands, and I don't want anyone else to ever hold it. Because she's the only one I trust never to break it.
I kiss the back of her head once more. “Now let’s go find our husband.”
She giggles, her pussy gripping with every bounce of her ass against my abs, and I’m a fucking goner.
If I could even try to get hard again right now, I would.
But exhaustion is weighing me down. Not to mention, we really do need to find Maks.
After slipping my dick out, I turn her around and press a kiss to her face, then cover her mouth with mine, feeling more alive than I was however many minutes ago.
I always lose track of time when I'm with her.
We get out of the shower after I help her clean up and dry off.
She puts another bandage on my stitches and helps me get into clean clothes that ain’t mine, but I’m grateful for ‘em. Once she sees I’m good, Sabrina gives me one more kiss and then gets dressed herself.
I watch her buzz around like a little bee, knowing how much the exhaustion is weighing on her, but she does her best not to show it.
I hope she can sleep better tonight after that orgasm now that she can see I’m okay.
That we’re going to be fine. We just need Maks.
And I know my little hellcat is planning absolute mayhem. I can see it in her eyes.
And I can't wait to see pandemonium on Earth.
We go out and down the stairs to see what looks like an entire militia set up.
Guards, the capos, Niko, Aleksi, Elio, Damon, Mav, Jonas, Raven, and Tildy, wait for us sitting around a circular oak table.
There are maps all along the white walls and laptops on laps.
I recognize a few of them as the hackers who were at the Bianchi’s and Rossi’s warehouse the day we took Sabrina to teach her how to properly shoot.
They’re Aleksi’s best. They give me a nod, but the talking ceases as soon as the big dogs spot us, and they all look up at once.
The ones with their backs to us turn. But it’s all very… serious.
“What is it?” Sabrina asks, putting her hands on the back of the chair Raven’s sitting on, giving her a kiss on the temple, then sits in the empty chair beside her.
It’s Niko that speaks. “Your mother brought up something that’s making us change our entire tactic.”
“Which is?”
“Darling, you know how the Ainsworths go on holiday once a year?”
Sabrina nods solemnly.
“They go to a private island… with friends,” Tildy insinuates with an arch of her dark blonde brow.
“What private island?” Sabrina growls between clenched teeth.
“That’s the thing, darling. They own three.”
Sabrina lets out a soft giggle, calmly stands up, excuses herself with a curt nod, slides the glass door open, and goes outside onto the patio.
We watch as she once again, very calmly slides the door closed, smiles at us, gives a little wave with her fingers before she turns, walks about ten paces into the yard and then… she screams.