Chapter 10 Savannah
SAVANNAH
I realize what’s about to happen a second before it does. Clay leans in, his eyes stormy and possessive as his face inches toward mine. His beard grazes my chin, rough against my neck, and the whole world explodes as he crushes his lips to mine.
His kiss is bruising. Urgent. Like all the tension inside him is bubbling over, flooding through us both. His hand slides to the back of my neck, and his other arm wraps tighter around me, pulling me against the hard muscles of his torso.
I can’t move—can’t breathe.
Desire sears between my thighs, and I clamp them together under my dress, whimpering slightly as Clay sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. His movements turn wild as he grabs at me, a deep growl tearing from his throat. It’s so hot—so deliciously primal.
I want nothing more than to lose myself in his kiss and let everything else fall away. But I’m so terrified of putting my heart on the line for something fake. I need to know this is for real. I need to know this won’t all be over tomorrow.
With a soft groan, I pull back from Clay, my lips burning from his kiss. He looks as frustrated as I feel inside. His jaw is tight, chest heaving as he stares at me.
“I need you, sugar,” he says in a low, dangerous voice.
I swallow hard. “Clay, I…listen, I need to know if…” My words are a mess. I’m still too dazed from our kiss to express myself properly. “I just…I know this is meant to be fake—”
Clay makes a noise deep in his throat, his hands grabbing my hips. He pulls me against him roughly, and I gasp when I feel his bulge poking against my belly. He bends down, his breath hot against my ear as he mutters, “That feel fake, sugar?”
I take a few deep breaths, but I don’t pull away. The party is still bustling around us, people talking and laughing louder than ever, but they might as well be on a different planet as I meet Clay’s gaze.
“I want you,” I tell him quietly. “Really, really badly. I’m just scared of getting hurt. My heart isn’t built for anything casual, so if this is all just a one-off…I can’t do it.”
Clay shuts his eyes and lets out a deep breath, resting his forehead against mine.
“Fuck, Savannah, if only you knew…” His voice is softer now, and I hear him swallow hard. “I don’t do casual either, sugar. My feelings for you are the opposite of casual.” He pulls back to look at me, his eyes fierce with sincerity. “I want to make you mine. For real and forever, buttercup.”
My pulse skitters, his words flooding my veins, reverberating through every inch of me.
For real and forever, buttercup.
All my breath escapes in a shaky rush. “That’s exactly what I wanted you to say.”
“Good. ‘Cause I mean it, sugar. More than you know.”
I believe him. There’s nothing fake about the way he’s looking at me right now. His hardness is still pressing into me, making my blood pump hot and quick. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything. My whole soul is aching for this man.
I’m done resisting.
I’m ready to be his—for real and forever, just like he said.
“Let’s get out of here, sugar,” Clay mutters. “I need to kiss you again before I lose my mind.”
He’s already tugging me toward the exit, and I have just enough time to say goodbye to Grandma before I’m being steered outside and across the street to Clay’s truck.
It’s snowing, the air frosty, but my whole body feels warm as Clay opens the passenger-side door and helps me climb up.
Then he turns on the engine and floors it out of Cherry Hollow.
His eyes keep darting between me and the road ahead, like he’s worried I’ll vanish any second.
Once we’re on the twisting path leading to Cherry Mountain, Clay suddenly pulls over on a quiet verge on the edge of the forest. The trees rise up outside my window, dusted white and swaying in the breeze.
“Why are we stopping?” I ask.
“Can’t wait another second, sugar.” Clay’s jaw is tight as he unfastens his seatbelt, leaning toward me. “Come here.”
He catches my lips in another searing kiss, tangling his hands in my hair as he pulls me close.
This time, I don’t hold back. I kiss him hard, looping my arms around him, shuddering as his mouth opens against mine.
His tongue delves between my lips, hot and urgent—a delicious invasion.
He tastes like whiskey, raw musk filling my mouth as his tongue slides against mine.
I can’t get enough.
I’m greedy for more, my panties slick with desire as Clay’s hands roam my body.
He squeezes my breasts through the knitted fabric of my dress, tugging on my hard nipples.
The sensation makes me shiver, and I gasp into his mouth—but he doesn’t stop there.
His giant hand slides all the way down to the bare skin of my knee, creeping beneath the hem of my dress.
Anticipation quivers in my belly. His fingers are brushing my inner thigh, his tongue still probing my mouth when he reaches my panties.
“Fuck, beautiful,” he mutters, pulling back to look at me. “You’re so wet.”
My cheeks heat fast. “Is that okay?”
He makes a deep noise in his throat. “More than okay. It’s perfect.”
A whimper slips from my lips as Clay’s huge hand slides into my panties. His eyes drill into mine as his fingers slide up my slit, and my whole body jolts when he touches my clit, twanging like an exposed nerve. His gaze darkens at my reaction.
“You like that, sugar?”
I nod, biting my lip.
“Use your words.”
“Y-yes. It feels good.”
With a hum of satisfaction, Clay finds my clit again and rubs it hard. He watches me intently, changing the pace and pressure depending on my reaction. It feels incredible. The intensity of his gaze makes me shudder, pleasure blooming inside me as he keeps circling my clit.
“Oh!”
I come with a ragged moan, pulsing against Clay’s fingers. But he doesn’t give me a second to recover. He’s already pushing two fingers against my entrance, and a warm shiver runs through me as he slides them inside.
“You look so fucking pretty when you come,” he growls. “Gonna make you do it again.”
His fingers feel so big inside me, stretching me open as he pumps them in and out. My head falls back against the seat, stars exploding in my vision. His movements are relentless. I don’t even have a chance to breathe.
“Still think this is fake?” he asks gruffly, breathing hard. “My fingers fucking your tight little pussy?”
I shake my head, trembling all over. “N-no.”
“No what?”
“No…it’s not fake.”
“Damn straight, sugar.” Clay kisses me hard, nipping my bottom lip with his teeth. He swallows my sobs as another orgasm rocks through me, my walls spasming around him.
“Good girl,” he mutters, slipping his fingers out of me. They’re glistening with my juices, and I watch dazedly as he sucks them dry. “Fuck, you taste amazing.”
He’s still breathing hard, eyebrows creasing as he looks at me, like he’s having some kind of internal dilemma.
“I want you so fucking much,” he mutters, reaching for my hand and pressing it to his bulge. It feels impossibly hard against my palm, the thick outline straining against his jeans. “I want you right here, right now. But you deserve a bed for all the things I’m gonna do to you, sugar.”
He pulls my hand away, kissing the inside of my wrist. Then he turns the engine back on, his gaze sliding to me as he pulls away from the verge.
“You’ve got ten minutes ‘til we get back to my cabin. Then you’re all mine, Savannah.”
I gulp as I meet his gaze, a heady rush of anticipation thrumming through my veins. There’s a feral glint in Clay’s eye as he looks back toward the road, flooring it up the mountain.
Something tells me this man is about to ruin me forever…
The cabin door has barely shut behind us before Clay is kissing me again, pushing me back toward his bedroom. His mouth moves desperately against mine, fingers unbuttoning his shirt.
There’s nothing holding us back now.
I fall back against the mattress of his giant bed, my thighs slick with need as I watch Clay shrug off his shirt. His muscular chest is inked with dark tattoos, twisting up his thick biceps. He looks bigger and wilder than ever as he towers over the bed, eyes locked on my face.
“Time to take off that pretty dress, sugar.”
I suck in a breath, nerves jangling as I pull the dress up over my head. Nobody has ever seen me naked before. I’m confident in my curves, but it doesn’t stop me feeling nervous as I toss my dress to the floor.
“Fuck,” Clay groans, stepping closer to the bed. “You’re so beautiful.”
He sits on the mattress beside me, his eyes roaming my plump body. I’m wearing nothing but my bra and white lace panties, so wet they’re practically transparent.
“Now your bra, sugar.”
I do as he says, reaching back to unclip my bra and sliding it off my shoulders. My breasts spill free—big and heavy—and Clay curses under his breath.
“Every inch of you is so fucking perfect.”
I shiver at his praise. His words embolden me, and I don’t need Clay to tell me what I should do next. My hands are already tugging down my panties, exposing my naked core.
“Good girl,” he says, lips parting. “Look at you, sugar.”
My nerves melt away at the appreciation on his face. He’s staring at me like I’m a work of art.
With another low groan, he forces his gaze away, looking down at his prosthetic leg. I hear a faint click as he unlocks the pin, pulling his knee out of the socket. Then he tugs down the liner, exposing his bare leg, ending in a curved stump just below the knee.
“Sorry,” he grunts, starting to remove his jeans. “Not pretty, is it?”
“I like it.” I sit up on the bed, shuffling toward him as he kicks his pants aside. “Don’t apologize, Clay. You’re a hero. You should never be sorry for that.”
He looks at me. “Thanks, sugar. You’re sweet as hell, you know that?”
I feel my cheeks warm as he lies on the bed beside me. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me on top of him, and I rest my knees either side of his hips, shivering as his hardness pokes against me through the fabric of his boxers.
“Want to know what happens to sweet girls like you, sugar?” Clay asks, gazing up at me hungrily.
My heart flutters. “What happens to them?”
“They get eaten.”
He grabs my waist, sliding me up his body until my hands are splayed against the headboard. My pussy is almost level with his face, his beard brushing my core. Then he squeezes my ass cheeks and forces me against his mouth.
“Oh!”
Pleasure floods my body as Clay latches onto my clit, sucking so hard my toes curl. I grab the headboard, nails digging into the edge as his hot tongue delves between my folds. He flicks it against my gushing hole, devouring me ravenously.
“Oh God,” I whine. “Yes…”
Instinctively, I start to grind against his mouth. I feel him groan, the vibrations buzzing through me as he grips my thighs tight. I’m shaking. Sobbing. My hips buck against Clay’s mouth as he finds my clit again, tugging the sensitive bud between his lips.
“Clay!”
My orgasm hits with no warning, tearing through me with so much force I almost collapse. But Clay doesn’t let up. He keeps feasting, licking up every drop of cream until I’m spent and quivering.
“Good girl,” he growls, his breath warm against my clit. “You taste so fucking sweet.”
I shakily ease myself away from his mouth, settling on top of him until we’re chest-to-chest. He runs a hand over my back, stroking up and down as I shudder through the aftershocks of my orgasm. I’ve never come so hard before. Heck, I didn’t even know my body could feel that good.
“We’re not done here, sugar.” Clay reaches between us, pulling down his boxers just enough for his cock to spring free. It pushes against my folds, huge and girthy, hard as granite. His size should intimidate me, but instead, I’m throbbing for him—aching to be filled.
“This cock is going inside you,” Clay growls. “Every inch.”
A whimper escapes my throat.
“Are you gonna take it all for me, baby?”
“Yes,” I swallow hard, looking down at him, “but I’ve never done this before.”
His gaze softens. “Neither have I.”
“For real?”
“For real, buttercup.” He lifts his head off the pillow, pressing a kiss on my lips. “Been avoiding relationships all my life. Was pretty damn good at it ‘til I met you.”
I giggle, but the noise quickly melts into a moan as Clay grabs my ass and grinds me on his cock.
“You better be ready for me,” he says. “I’m gonna claim that virgin pussy, sugar.”
“Yes.” I barely recognize the needy whine coming out of me. “Please, Clay. I want it…”
He closes his eyes for a moment, exhaling. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
Then he reaches between us, gripping the base of his cock and holding it in position.
I rest my hands on his chest, sliding against his length until I feel the tip poking against my entrance.
Then, with my eyes fixed on Clay’s, I sink down on his giant cock, taking him deep inside me.
We both groan loudly, lips parting as we look at each other.
“Oh, fuck,” Clay mutters. “Fuck…”
It feels so good. I’m stretched tight, impaled on his girth, stuffed so full of him I can hardly breathe. My eyes water as I wriggle my hips, trying to get used to the sensation. It stings, but it’s a delicious kind of pain. I want more. I need more.
“You okay, sugar?” Clay asks, breathing hard. “How does it feel?”
“So good. I love it.”
“That’s my good girl.” He grits his teeth, like he’s trying to stay in control. “You feel incredible. So fucking tight…”
I keep my hands on his chest for balance, gasping as Clay starts to move. He bucks his hips, thrusting up inside me, his body smacking against mine.
“You like that, baby?”
“Yes…yes!”
He groans. “Fuck, you’re taking it so good.”
I start to move with him, riding his cock, bearing down as he pushes up. We settle into a desperate rhythm, the bed creaking beneath us.
“That’s it, baby.” Clay’s eyes are wild, burning with lust. “Just like that.”
Our gazes lock as we fuck, wet slapping sounds filling the room. Sweat is beading on my skin, my nails digging into Clay’s chest. Every inch of him feels so huge beneath me, strong and solid as a mountain. My hands look tiny against his giant muscles. But it makes me feel safe. Protected.
“You’re all mine, sugar,” he growls. “Mine.”
He sounds half-feral, laying his claim as he stuffs me full of his cock.
“Say it, Savannah.”
“Yours,” I sob. “I’m yours.”
And I know with all my heart it’s the truth.