Given to the Savage(62)

“What the hell do you think the colony soldiers would have done? It’s not that fucking hard to figure out!”

“Fuck you!”

He moved so quickly that she barely registered the motion at all, but in the next moment, she was pinned to the ground, his hands gripping her shoulders hard, his thighs clamped down around her hips.

When he next spoke, his tone was at odds with the heat of their conversation. “No. Fuck you,” he said, his tone quiet, deceptive in its calm.

Her eyes were still wide open when he crushed her mouth with his, her hands uselessly pressing against his chest while her mouth opened to him. He devoured her, his kiss urgent and frantic, his cock hard against her belly through the material of their clothes. Holding her tight to the ground, he moved lower, licking, never kissing, but instead biting her neck hard enough to call a cry from her lips, hard enough to cause her sex to come alive as he left a wet trail over the fabric of her dress to take the hardened nipple poking dark from behind her tunic into his mouth.

She managed a sound but she was unsure herself what it meant. Her hands pressed against his chest, then wrapped around his shoulders, pushing, pulling while he raised his head, his pupils dilated, almost wholly black now in that instant he met her gaze. He shifted his position, pushing her legs wide, her dress up to her waist to bare her. When his mouth closed over her clit, she moaned, pushing at his head and simultaneously forcing him closer, grinding her hips up into his face.

“Silas,” she managed when he pushed both thighs wide, spreading her open, looking at what he’d exposed.

“I smell you,” he said, his voice thick with arousal.

Her fingers intertwined in his hair and without even consciously knowing, she pulled at him, lifted herself up to him, but he wouldn’t do it, he wouldn’t take her into his mouth.

She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze with a passion to match his. He narrowed his and in the next moment, he’d freed his cock, the thick head throbbing. She lifted to him again but taking hold of one thigh, he pulled her down beneath him so his face was inches from hers as rocks and rough earth dug into her bare backside. His breath was ragged, the scruff on his face from several days of not shaving coarse against her face, her lips, when he brushed his mouth to hers, his cock sliding into her pussy while his mouth claimed hers again.

There was no question now that her hands pulled rather than pushed, but after a few moments when he leaned back and looked down at her, his cock deep inside her pussy, she knew he hadn’t forgotten her punishment. Not by a long shot. The look in his eyes told her that much.

Watching her all along, he slid his hands up the length of her arms dragging them up over her head until he held both wrists. He kissed her again before sliding out of her pussy to look down at her. He didn’t speak but watched her and she could not tear her eyes from his. Her mouth opened, a prayer on her lips when she felt the head of his cock press against her bottom hole. One side of his mouth twitched and the pattern of his breath changed when, with his free hand, he pushed one of her legs up, bending her knee, giving himself better access to what he wanted.

“I’ll fuck you,” he said, his voice a thick whisper. “And you’ll learn.”

Rowan gasped when he pushed, breaching the tight ring, his cock too thick, her bottom unprepared, not ready to receive, not ready to take that inside her.

“And you’ll come with my cock in your ass,” he continued, claiming another inch too fast, the only lubricant the residue from her pussy.

Her sucking in of breath seemed louder than the sound of water falling into the lake, but he kept watching her, his hand on her wrists only squeezing a little when she tried to pull free.

“More?” he asked, taking it without waiting for her answer.

The burn was impossible, unmanageable, punishing, just as he intended. Rowan’s mouth opened when he thrust just a little farther, the rough feel of his hair at her clit as he penetrated her bottom confusing the sensations.

“Silas,” she just managed, her voice breaking. When he took more too soon, she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to manage the pain.

“No. Open them. Look at me, Rowan. Look at me while I fuck your ass.”

She did, she couldn’t not. He leaned his mouth down and kissed her then, his tongue wet on her lips when he licked. Slowly, he pulled back just a little, moving slowly inside her, giving her time to adjust now. “I don’t want to stop,” he said a moment later, his tone a hair different. His hand softened around her wrists and he didn’t stop her when she pulled them free and brought them flat against his chest. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, the hand that had held her wrists now wrapped around the top of her head while his hips moved slowly, his pubic hair still scratching against her clit, waking nerve endings, mixing pain and pleasure, turning all thought into pure sensation. She should say yes. She should tell him to stop, but all she could do was swallow and watch him, her mouth open. “Rowan,” he said. “You have to tell me now or I won’t be able to stop.”