Chapter Eleven
Charlotte looked toward Savage as she woke up the following morning.
Last night had been incredible. It was the single most amazing experience of her life.
Savage was still asleep. They had changed the bedsheets after their first time, and he’d insisted on taking care of her. He wouldn’t have it any other way.
Sliding out from beneath the blanket, she padded toward the bathroom to take a quick break.
Washing her hands, she looked at her reflection in the mirror, and even though she didn’t look different, she did feel different.
She was no longer a virgin. She was ... she didn’t know exactly what she was.
There was one of Savage’s shirts hanging up in the corner, and she quickly grabbed it and pulled it on over her head.
Savage was still asleep, so she made her escape to the kitchen.
She set up the coffeemaker, all the while replaying the events of last night.
If her father were to ever find out, he’d kill Savage.
She had no idea what this was yet, but she knew for certain her father would kill her.
Running fingers through her hair, she opened the cupboard directly in front of her and grabbed a mug.
Just as she was reaching for a second mug, arms enveloped her.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
She giggled. “What does it look like? I’m making us some coffee.”
He let out a moan, and his face pressed against her neck. “You smell so good.”
Both his arms were wrapped around her waist, and she rested against him. She couldn’t help but moan as his touch only set her on fire for more.
“You’re driving me crazy, baby, you know that, right?”
She whimpered as one of his hands moved down, sliding between her thighs, as he cupped her pussy. She wasn’t wearing any panties and had only been able to slip the shirt over her head.
Savage growled against her neck. “Look what I found.”
Charlotte was not fighting him as he lifted the shirt out of the way and his hands touched her naked pussy.
“Are you wet for me, baby?” he asked.
She nodded her head, unable to form the words as that moment he touched her pussy.
“Tell me,” he said.
He was not going to let her get away without saying something.
“Yes, I’m wet for you,” she said, crying out as he stroked across her clit. He repeated this action, and she was so sensitive, but he didn’t let up.
“I better see for myself just how wet you are,” he said, and his fingers glided down her slit, going toward her entrance.
She closed her eyes, dropping her head back onto his shoulder as he reached her entrance.
He didn’t just shove his fingers inside her, but slowly rimmed her entrance, teasing her.
All she wanted was to feel him, but he was making her prolong every little element.
She didn’t know if she could take much more, and then a single finger slid inside her.
He pumped it in and out, then a second finger was added, and she wasn’t used to that sensation before.
There was no pain. Savage had already proven to her the previous night, that there wouldn’t be any more pain.
With both his fingers inside her, he twisted his hand, and she cried out as he stroked his fingers over her clit.
“You’re so fucking wet, baby. Are you wanting my cock again?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Good, you can have it, just as soon as you come for me.” He growled the words against her shoulder.
At first, Charlotte didn’t know if she was going to be able to orgasm standing up.
It didn’t seem like a good idea. Savage was not letting up, and the pleasure in her started to build, and it wasn’t a slow burn either, this was pure fire and need, spiraling up, taking her higher.
His name was on her lips. It shocked her how quickly she went from not being sure if she was going to reach orgasm, to being only moments away from it.
“That’s it, baby. This body is now mine. I know exactly what it wants. What it needs. Come for me.”
She screamed his name as her whole world shattered apart in the most amazing way possible.
Charlotte fell against him, completely trusting him to hold her steady and not let her go.
She was on fire, but Savage’s touch kept her in place, and he drew every last piece of climax from her, until she couldn’t handle another second.
He pulled his fingers from her pussy, but Savage was not done with her yet.
He moved her toward the counter and placed her hands on the edge.
Tilting her down and spreading her thighs, his hands went to her hips, but he didn’t linger too long there.
He started to run his hands down her body, stroking across the cheeks of her ass, and he let out another moan.
“Fuck me, you’re perfect,” he said.
She let out a little gasp as he gave her ass a swat. She couldn’t help but press back, as she wanted more of his touch. So much more.
He spread the cheeks of her ass open, and another moan. He leaned over her body, so his lips were next to her ear.
“One day, baby, I’m going to own every single part of you, and that includes this hot ass,” he said. “You’re all going to belong to me.”
She liked that, but for now, she felt the hard ridge of his cock as he started to press forward at her entrance. Charlotte couldn’t help but tense at first. There was no pain this time, just as there hadn’t been with his fingers, only intense pleasure, that was next level.
She moaned as inch by inch he began to sink inside her, but he didn’t rush it.
He took his time, allowing her to get used to him as he started to feed his cock inside her.
When there were several inches inside her, both his hands went to her hips and held her steady.
He didn’t move. Just held himself there, waiting.
Charlotte wasn’t exactly sure what he was waiting for, but the moment he got it, his grip on her hips tightened, then he slammed all the way in her, making her cry out. The pleasure was instant. No pain, just pure pleasure that rushed through her body and would not let up.
For several seconds, or maybe even a couple of minutes, he didn’t move. She felt every pulse of his cock as he stayed perfectly still.
“I love how tight your pussy is, baby. It’s so fucking beautiful, and it’s only ever going to see my cock.”
She could only agree, because there was only one man she wanted, and that was him. All of him.
He started to pull out of her, and she cried out his name. Savage pulled nearly all the way out of her, held himself at her entrance, and then slammed inside. He took her to that edge, where she didn’t know what to feel. Was it pain or pleasure, or so much pleasure it was verging on pain?
Savage pounded inside her, and she didn’t want him to stop.
It felt so good, and she thrust back against him, wanting him, begging for more.
She felt the change within him, his thrusts seeming to go a little faster, hitting a deeper part of her.
There was a frenzy to his thrusting, like he couldn’t control himself, and the moment he went over the edge, his touch was almost bruising at her hips, but she relished every second.
“Fuck me, I don’t know what I’m going to do with you,” he said.
She knew exactly what she wanted him to do with her. Charlotte wanted him to keep her.
****
Savage didn’t like lying to Doc, nor did he like avoiding his Prez, especially when they had a potential threat like Andy Bernadette.
They hadn’t heard from Grim yet, as he was still hunting for Betty. They had to give the man a couple of days to travel to the location, and still there was no news.
As for Nitro and Iron, they were sticking close to Maeve, which also made it a lot harder for him to sneak around to go to Charlotte, as Kristin’s shop had reopened. Not that there was ever a spare moment, seeing as Charlotte was back to working part-time.
Nancy still hadn’t left town. He knew it was making Doc antsy.
From what he knew, Nancy and Doc had come to some agreement when it came to Charlotte if Nancy decided to finally travel, which is what she claimed she had wanted to do.
So far, that hadn’t happened. Nancy hadn’t left and instead, she kept appearing at the club, which was driving Doc crazy because of Hilary’s episode at the salon, that resulted in nothing.
No one got hurt. He got it, because they still had their daughter, Charlotte, together.
Savage sat at the bar but didn’t order a drink. A couple of the women had come over to talk to him, trying to lure him in, but he had long lost any interest in the women. Instead, he was more interested in his own woman. Charlotte. He’d been her first, and he was going to be her only.
Savage didn’t need to contemplate his feelings, or attempt to understand them. He knew how he felt for Charlotte. He was in love with her, which was fucking crazy to him.
All his life, he had only ever hated people.
He knew how shit the world was. He’d seen evil when he was young, and throughout his whole life.
Sure, he knew there were good people he cared about.
There was Paulie and Shirley, and he knew he loved them.
He would die for them, but it wasn’t the same kind of feeling he had when he thought of Charlotte.
He loved the club, and he would die for all his brothers.
They were his life, but again, it was not the same feeling.
When it came to Charlotte, he felt like he was able to breathe when he was with her.
She was absolutely everything to him. He woke up, and his first thought was her.
At night, if she wasn’t with him, he missed her, and throughout the day, he missed her.
Right now, he wanted to know she was okay, and if she was having a good day.
“Hey,” Doc said, pulling him out of his thoughts.
He wanted to marry her, settle down, have a bunch of kids, and there was no other woman that compared. He wasn’t even tempted by anyone else.