2. Sadie
CHAPTER TWO
Sadie
Samuel had me backed against the door, his body a furnace against mine, his gaze locking onto me.
A knowing smile tugged at his lips before he kissed me again, hot and demanding.
My fingers twisted in the fabric of his shirt as I pulled him closer, desperate for more. He groaned against my mouth, hands sliding down to grip my hips.
“You’re eager, darlin’,” he murmured against my mouth, his teeth grazing my bottom lip before sucking it between his own. “I like that.”
I rolled my hips against him, relishing the way he tensed, the way his fingers dug into my waist. “Then stop talking and do something about it.”
Samuel chuckled, dark and low. “Oh, I plan to.”
His hands skimmed beneath my shirt, fingers dragging over my ribs as he lifted the fabric over my head.
The second it hit the floor, his movements stilled.
Then, his thumb brushed along my side, his touch featherlight as he traced the scar there.
I tensed, the heat between us momentarily forgotten. I knew what he saw—a jagged, pale mark stretching just beneath my ribs, a painful reminder of a past I rarely spoke about.
“What happened?”
“It’s nothing,” I said automatically, my fingers twitching toward my shirt, suddenly wanting to cover up. “Old news.”
He caught my wrist before I could reach it, his grip firm but gentle. “Sadie.”
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet his gaze.
There was no pity there—just quiet understanding.
“There was an accident… that’s all,” I admitted.
His thumb brushed over the scar again before he slowly lowered his head, pressing his lips against it.
A shiver raced through me—not from embarrassment, but from the sheer tenderness of it.
He kissed along the mark with a reverence that made my breath hitch, made my throat tighten in a way I wasn’t prepared for.
“It’s part of you,” he murmured against my skin. “And you’re beautiful.”
I let out a shaky breath, unable to find the words to respond.
So instead, I cupped his face, guiding him back to me and kissing him with everything I had.
Samuel growled into my mouth, his control snapping as he grabbed my waist and lifted me, carrying me toward the bed.
We crashed onto the mattress, his body pressing me down, his weight solid and intoxicating.
His hands tore at my jeans, dragging them down my legs. His impatience sent a thrill through me. I barely had time to kick them away before his hands found my thighs, spreading me open beneath him.
“Fuck, look at you,” he rasped, his eyes dark and hungry as he trailed his fingers over the damp lace of my panties. “You really are smoking hot, darlin’.”
I arched into his touch, heat pooling low in my belly. “Then stop teasing.”
Samuel smirked. “Not a chance.”
Before I could protest, he slid down my body, pressing kisses to my stomach, my hips, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties and pulling them down with agonizing slowness.
His breath was hot against my skin as he settled between my thighs, his hands gripping my hips, holding me still.
And then his mouth was on me.
A sharp gasp tore from my throat as he licked a slow, teasing stripe through my slick folds. His tongue circled my clit, soft and insistent, before sucking it into his mouth, and I nearly came off the bed.
My fingers tangled in his hair, my hips bucking against his face, but he held me firm, pinning me down as he devoured me.
“Oh, fuck… Samuel…”
He groaned against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body.
He was relentless, his tongue and lips working me into a frenzy, pushing me higher and higher until I was trembling beneath him, panting his name like a prayer.
“You taste so good, Sadie,” he murmured, his voice thick with hunger. “Come for me.”
And I did.
The orgasm crashed over me, sharp and consuming, my entire body tensing before shattering apart. Samuel didn’t stop, didn’t slow, drawing out every last aftershock until I was a trembling mess beneath him.
When he finally pulled away, his lips glistened with my release, and his eyes were dark with need. “You’re fucking perfect.”
I barely had time to catch my breath before he was on me again, his mouth crushing against mine.
I tasted myself on his lips, and the rawness of it sent another pulse of desire through me. I reached between us, my fingers fumbling with his belt, desperate to feel him, to have him inside me.
Samuel groaned as I freed him, his cock hot and heavy in my hand.
“Turn over,” he ordered, his voice rough.
I obeyed without hesitation, pressing my chest to the mattress and arching my hips toward him.
A sharp smack landed on my ass, making me gasp.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured, his hands gripping my hips as he lined himself up, teasing me with the thick head of his cock. “You want this?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “Please.”
A low curse left his lips before he thrust forward, stretching me, filling me in a way that made my toes curl. He gave me a moment to adjust, his fingers digging into me, his breath ragged.
Then he started to move.
The pace was punishing, his hips slamming into mine, each thrust sending a shockwave of pleasure through me.
I met him stroke for stroke as the room filled with the sounds of skin meeting skin, our moans tangling together.
It was raw, desperate, and an unrelenting push and pull that had me spiraling toward another release in record time.
“Fuck, Sadie,” he gritted out, his hands sliding up my spine to grab my shoulders as he drove deeper. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Harder,” I begged, needing more, needing everything.
He growled, his thrusts turning brutal, each one hitting so deep I saw stars.
My body tensed, the pressure coiling tight, ready to snap.
“Oh God, I need you to lose yourself,” he demanded. His fingers found my clit, and he began rubbing harsh circles that sent me careening over the edge.
Pleasure exploded through me, my walls clamping down around him, dragging him with me as he groaned my name. His body shuddered as he spilled inside me.
For a moment, neither of us moved, both of us caught in the aftermath, breathless and spent.
Then Samuel collapsed beside me, pulling me against him, pressing a kiss to my temple.
“I hope you know,” he murmured, his voice still rough, “that I am not done with you yet.”
I didn’t doubt it.
The moment our breathing started to slow, he rolled onto his side, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my hip.
His body was still hot, still thrumming with energy, and when I glanced down, I saw he was already getting hard again.
I smirked, running my fingers lightly down his stomach, feeling the way his muscles tensed under my touch. “Already?”
He let out a breathless laugh. “With you? Of course.”
A thrill shot through me.
I pressed a slow kiss to his chest, then another, dragging my lips lower as I pushed him onto his back.
He watched me, eyes dark with hunger, his fingers threading through my hair as I moved down his body.
I took my time, kissing along the sharp lines of his abdomen, feeling the way he shuddered beneath me.
When I finally reached him, I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, stroking him slowly, teasing.
“Sadie…” His voice was already strained.
I met his gaze, loving the way he looked at me—like he was completely undone.
Then, without breaking eye contact, I ran my tongue over the tip, tasting him, savoring the way his breath hitched. I took him into my mouth, slow at first, my tongue swirling around him as I hollowed my cheeks.
His hand tightened in my hair, his hips jerking slightly as a curse slipped from his lips.
“Fuck, Sadie.”
I moaned around him, taking him deeper, working him with my mouth and hand until his entire body was tense beneath me.
He was close. I could feel it in the way he pulsed against my tongue, the way his breath came in ragged gasps.
But I wasn’t done with him yet.
I pulled back, releasing him with a wet pop, licking my lips as I looked up at him.
His expression was wrecked, his jaw tight as he stared down at me, his chest rising and falling hard.
“Sadie,” he warned, his voice low, desperate.
I grinned. “I want more.”
Before he could react, I stood, pulling him with me.
The room was dimly lit, the shine from the streetlights outside spilling in through the large window, which I backed toward, pressing my palms against the cool glass as I looked over my shoulder at him.
“Fuck.” The word was guttural.
Samuel was on me in seconds.
His hands gripped my hips, his body pressing against my back, the heat of him searing into me.
He ran his lips along my shoulder, biting down just enough to make me shiver.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured against my skin.
I arched against him, pressing my ass into his cock, feeling how hard he was. “Then don’t waste time.”
He growled, one hand sliding between my legs, teasing me, finding me already soaked. “So fucking wet for me.”
I gasped as he slowly slid a finger inside me. “Samuel?—”
He didn’t let me finish.
He pulled his hand away, grabbing my hips as he lined himself up, teasing me with the thick head of his cock.
“You can’t get enough, can you?” His voice was rough, his control hanging by a thread.
I pushed back against him, desperate. “I can’t get enough of you .”
That was all he needed.
He thrust into me in one deep stroke, stretching me all over again, making me cry out against the glass.
His hands held me steady as he pulled back and drove into me again, setting a relentless pace.
I braced myself against the window, my breath fogging the glass as he fucked me hard, the sheer intensity of it making my legs shake.
The view outside was blurred, the world reduced to nothing but the sensation of him pounding into me, claiming me completely.
“Look at yourself,” he ordered, his hand fisting in my hair, turning my head just enough for me to see our reflection in the glass.
The sight nearly undid me.
Samuel, all muscle and power behind me, his jaw clenched, his eyes locked on mine.
The way my body took him, the way my breasts pressed against the window with every thrust.
It was filthy, raw, and impossibly erotic.
His hand slid down to my clit, rubbing it in a way that had me gasping, my body coiling tighter and tighter.
“I can feel you,” he growled. “You’re close, Sadie, and it feels phenomenal.”
I tensed.
My toes curled.
Then I fell. I tumbled headfirst into the never-ending abyss of pleasure.
Burning hot bliss slammed into me, my body tightening, trembling as I shattered around him.
My moan was muffled against the glass, my fingers curling into fists as I rode the wave of my release.
Samuel cursed, his rhythm faltering as he thrust into me one last time, his body going rigid as he followed me over the edge.
For a long moment, neither of us moved, both of us spent, our bodies tangled together. Then, slowly, he pulled me back against his chest, pressing lazy kisses to my shoulder.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice hoarse. “You’re going to kill me.”
I smiled, still breathless. “Then we’ll go out together.”
He chuckled, low and satisfied, wrapping his arms around me, and I just knew that neither of us was going to get any sleep.