Chapter 16 Savi
Savi
In all her years of dalliances, Savi had gained what she thought was a reasonable understanding of the male sex. With every lover, she’d refined her mastery of men, their wants, their needs, their desires, whether they strove to hide them or flaunt them.
With one glance at her husband, Savi knew, without a doubt in her mind, that no man had wanted her more than he wanted her in this moment.
Alex stalked towards her; his eyes alight with need.
She stepped backwards into the cottage, enjoying seeing the dark satisfaction cross his expression in the split-second before he caught her in his arms. “Alex.” The word slipped past her lips in a gasp of delighted surprise.
His lips crashed against hers, stealing her breath and letting out a delicious growl in answer. He kicked the door closed behind them, backing her up against a wall before kissing a fiery path of desire down to her neck. “I need you,” he finally uttered, lifting his gaze to hers.
It took her a moment to realise what he was asking for: permission. The first sign of the gentleman that he usually was. “Then take me.”
Those dark eyes were pools of towering dominance as he ripped her pallu from her shoulder, unwinding her sari one-handed as he hauled her towards the single item of furniture left in the cottage’s living room—the oak dining table, pushed up against the wall.
It was piled high with the remaining soft furnishings the footmen had brought over from the castle for her: cushions, blankets, and duvets.
Alex practically threw her on top of the feathery pile, immediately seizing her legs and pulling her back to the edge of the table, her underskirt bunched up around her hips.
Every touch was rougher than the last, and she loved it.
He wrenched open her choli, her breasts jostling as they were freed from their confinement—
Only to immediately find themselves in another.
Savi’s breath faltered as his hot mouth covered her nipple, his hand palming the other. She knotted her fingers in his hair as he plucked the tightened bud, squeezing as a tremor of pleasure shivered up her spine.
He was ravenous, kissing every inch of her breasts as his hands moved farther south, wrenching apart her underskirt like paper in his hands.
His kisses trailed downwards, yanking one of the dining chairs over and taking a seat, spreading her legs as she lay before him.
His eyes drank her in, his thumbs stretching her labia to expose her even further.
Savi rose onto her elbows as she felt herself clench involuntarily. “Well?” she whispered, holding his gaze as her eyebrow flicked up.
There was an upwards curl at the edge of his lips as he lowered his head to feast.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as his tongue parted the glossy pleats of her cunt, slicking the moisture over her clit. Savi couldn’t stop watching him, brushing his hair back from his forehead to grant her an unimpeded view as he reduced her to ribbons.
She had no idea what had brought this on. In her mind, she was expecting a quiet evening with her feathered friends outside the window, not to be accosted—in the best possible way—by her husband and laid out on the dining table to be devoured.
Not that she was complaining.
A ragged gasp left her as his hands found her nipples, rolling them between his practised fingers in unison. His mouth never left her, laving open-mouthed kisses over her folds and ending each one in a teasing drag of his tongue over her clit.
“Bloody hell,” she panted. The strength to watch began to leave her. Her hips began to wriggle, moving in time with his tongue. Her head fell back against a duvet, twisting it between her fingers.
Alex let out a low rumble of satisfaction against her pleated flesh, lapping at her slick arousal. He let out another as he sucked at her clit, simultaneously plucking at her nipples.
“Oh!” Her broken moan filled the room, but her husband gave her no mercy, immediately doing it again, and again, and again. Savi’s spine arched as red-hot pleasure seared her insides, feeling its intensity mounting.
Perhaps he sensed it too, because his rhythm quickened, heightening the unstoppable current surging within her.
A broken sob slipped from her throat as it held her captive, frozen in the moment between the rise and the fall, when the only thing she could think of was how torturously blissful the latter was about to be.
And then it was on her.
Ecstasy came crashing down like the sky itself had given way, burying her in an avalanche of pleasure. Her hips left the table as she writhed, but he stayed with her as she cried out against the rapturous onslaught, sucking in desperate breaths only to exhale them as moans.
Slowly, the intensity began to wane, and with every breath she regained more control over her body, until at last she lay back against the pile of furnishings in a wrung-out heap, her chest heaving as she panted.
Soft kisses against her sensitive clit had her squeaking, her moans turning into uncontrollable giggles.
Alex rose with a smirk caught between amusement and satisfaction; his gaze still heavy with need.
She yanked him down over her by the collar of his shirt, pulling him into a tender kiss.
Her lips melted into his as her hips rolled, grinding against the rigid length beneath his trousers.
“I need to feel you inside me,” she whispered against his lips, her hands making quick work of the buttons on his shirt.
Eyes dilating, Alex was every bit as frantic as she was, unclipping his belt with a metallic clink and letting his trousers fall to the floor.
His cock speared outwards, taut and unyielding.
Its head was a deep maroon, flushed with arousal.
He briefly stepped out of her reach, kicking off his shoes and trousers both before ripping the unbuttoned shirt off his muscular shoulders.
Stepping back between her legs, Alex shoved a pillow beneath her hips before cupping the back of her neck, forcing her to look in his direction—like she would look anywhere else. “Look at me as I take you,” he snarled, holding his cock with his other hand.
Savi bit her lip, widening her legs as the head of his cock slid past her sensitive clit, quickly slipping through her soaked folds. She gasped as he arrived at her entrance, lighting up the nerves there. She met his dark gaze head on. “Fuck. Me.”
Alex’s grip tightened around her neck as he moved; his expression as intense as she’d ever seen it.
Her mouth fell open as his cock surged forward, stretching her to her limit. A trembling cry escaped from her as their hips met with such force that the table slammed against the wall. Savi cried out, even as another deep thrust rattled the walls. “More.”
With wicked triumph glittering in his eyes, Alex gave it to her.
Every rolling thrust was better than the last, the pleasure so good it emptied her mind of thought. Her moans were drowned out by the heavy crash of the table against the stone wall, little chips of rock tinkling as they clattered to the floor.
Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, Alex pushed her legs together and gently tilted them back towards her body, turning the pleasure from simply good to so intense she wanted to crawl out of her skin.
She sobbed, realising that another orgasm was fast-approaching—and that somehow she was going to have to withstand it. “Alex.” The words came out as a plea.
“I’m yours, love,” Alex murmured. He took her hand, pressing a gentlemanly kiss to her fingers, so at odds with the savagery of his thrusts.
Savi’s cries broke apart before they’d even left her throat; her eyes slammed shut as the ecstasy exploded within her.
Control over her body became impossible as her spine arched, her legs bucking against his grip, but somehow he managed to withstand it.
Each stroke heightened the pleasure, taking her so high her head began to spin.
A fragile sigh drifted from her as her release waned, her eyes finally fluttering open.
The moment she relaxed, his rhythm changed. Instead of the angled thrusts that had shattered her, they quickened, his jaw locking with tension at the renewed pace.
She couldn’t take her eyes off him. The parting of his lips. The tightening of his grip. The heavenly outline of the muscles straining beneath his skin. The coiled bliss in his gaze, ready to be unleashed at any moment.
“Fuck,” Alex planted, sweat beading at his temples. His hips were a blur of movement, furiously driving into her as orgasmic aftershocks sent tiny spirals of pleasure through her. “I’m never going to get enough of you, am I?”
With the slow smirk of a temptress, Savi shook her head.
Alex ruptured on the next thrust, his grip on her painfully tight as a guttural moan was wrenched from his lungs. He curled over her, his hips working in unsteady moves as the muscles on his stomach contracted, emptying himself inside her.
Panting heavily, he braced himself above her.
His chocolate-brown eyes were soft with affection as they melted into hers.
The connection was somehow more intimate than the physical one they’d just shared, as though their souls were slowly and irrevocably knitting themselves together, breath by breath, vow by vow, piece by shattered piece.