I moaned in response to his brutal kiss, unclear why my hunger was so intense. I’d been truthful in wanting to hate him, to blame him and his friends for interrupting my mission.
Yet the closeness I’d felt from minute one had all but consumed me.
Now, with the way I felt from being in his strong arms, I was torn with the flood of emotions I didn’t understand.
Every aspect of the Savage was unforgiving, his actions rough and relentless. I’d never been kissed before, wondering if when it finally happened I’d be disappointed.
I wasn’t.
How could I be, since his claim of my mouth and my body had already weakened my knees. There was a strange set of feelings that I’d been unable to process, a longing that had struck me as hard as the anger I’d felt earlier.
Perhaps even more so.
All the warning bells were still going off in my mind, but they didn’t seem to matter. All that did was a crazy and random spot in my brain telling me that by being with him, I was safe.
His touch and the way he was holding me sent a wave of white-hot heat into my very core, leaving me trembling all over.
The kiss itself was pure liquid fire, creating a haze around my head that left me wanting more.
So much more.
My pussy throbbed, my nipples aching and unimaginable things skittered through my mind.
Filthy things I wanted him to do to me, cravings that no good girl should ever have, certainly not one incapable of caring about anyone. At least not this way.
Hunger coiled in my belly, a tight knot that threatened to consume me much like the man was doing. Correction, the Savage. I had to remind myself that only part of him was even human, but my control and all sense of decency had shattered. If this is what happened to men created in the image of a god, then I was all for it.
His tongue swept back and forth, consuming my mouth as his hold illustrated his control over me. How was that even possible? How could I allow him to touch me this way?
He was absolutely gorgeous, carved to perfection.
While at first his actions were frantic, now they’d slowed. He was taking his time, his actions slow and methodical. Tasting me.
Taunting me.
Uncontrollable need flared, driving aside rationality.
Every time he growled, the deep, intense sound vibrated against my skin leaving me breathless. No matter how many times I continued to tell myself I shouldn’t feel this way, my body refused to listen.
Being able to touch him, stroking his arm and shoulder, tangling my fingers in his hair brought a sense of calm. I’d experienced something similar once in my life, at a time when I’d been lost both physically and emotionally.
Strong arms had captured me, keeping me from danger.
A warm scent had welcomed me, the closeness ridding demons.
And a promise made had been a promise kept of ensuring my safety.
That was all I remembered. Feelings. A whispered few words furrowing into the darkest portions of my mind. Nothing was real, yet everything had allowed me to continue, building strength and determination while moving forward.
The moment felt insane, as if I’d finally succumbed to the lingering effects of radiation poisoning. It could last in someone’s bloodstream for years, slowly claiming the person’s mind while ravaging organs. It was a great fear, a reality of those living in the Graveyard.
But at least on a night when I could have perished, the Savage had kept me alive. In turn, my body craved his touch, his lips. His cock. It wasn’t lost on me that he’d be my first, something so personal I dared not tell him.
A moment of being the frightened girl who dwelled underneath a dozen layers of armor struggled to reach the surface. She’d put a stop to this, fearful she wasn’t good enough. She’d continue the act of defiance to mask the shame of being a virgin. Until being faced with this man, this… Savage, that girl had succeeded. But not tonight.
Tonight, the wild girl, the one who desired to feel something entirely her own overcame the angst. And fueled a passion she didn’t know existed.
Another sound erupted from his depth as he pulled his lips away. His fingers dug into my scalp while holding me in place, close enough he could drag his tongue from one side of my jaw to the other. In doing so, every inch of me tingled, the wash of heat soaring through my veins powerful enough to ignite my core.
While the pads on his fingers were rough, hardened by days spent in the wild, his touch was surprisingly tender. Stroking me.
Caressing me.
Boosting the desire threatening to overcome every bit of common sense. I wiggled in his hold, floored at the yearning swirling around me. It was as if I could hear voices telling me this was right. This was perfect. This was the future. Insanity. Fucking insanity and yet, I couldn’t hold back.
I kissed him back, pressing my lips against his in a way letting him know I was eager, willing. Hungry. He rubbed one hand down my back, digging his fingers into my buttocks. All while heat twisted in my stomach. I could no longer feel my legs and my mouth had a mind of its own.
Our tongues danced once again only this time, the intimacy was rougher. Needier. The moment was exciting, everything the fantasies written in my mind from reading books had offered. Had promised. Romance. Hot sex. A man craving me. I could envision a future together if only for a little while.
The thought was blasphemous, an indulgence that few were offered and no one achieved. Yet here I was pretending that after this, some sense of normalcy would occur when everything was slowly crumbling all around.
A king and queen determined to destroy all those opposing a tainted realm. A twinge of fear and I slammed my hands against Rage’s shoulders, managing to push him away.
We were both gasping for air, our eyes darting back and forth across the other’s, his so much like mine. Rimmed in gold. An awakening of his soul inside. A Savage. I craved a Savage. How was that even possible?
The air was dense, the heat soon to suffocate us. For a few seconds, I was certain he’d pulled away the same as I’d done, coming to his senses. I was nothing but his prisoner in an ongoing war where the enemies had changed, those trustworthy almost nonexistent.
Everyone was out for themselves.
In the seconds of searching for reasons, for a telling regarding the other’s intentions, perhaps even hoping for a glimpse into a soul, I couldn’t breathe.
I sensed he was the same. Uncertain. Unyielding. Unnecessary.
The angry desire built again, swirling and feasting on emotions until something broke inside, a dam smashed by a longing no one would be able to understand.
We ripped at each other’s clothes, grunting and growling until we were completely breathless. I yanked off his shirt, taking long enough to bask in his physique. The men not encumbered by drugs and steroids had mostly withered away to skin and bones thanks to famine and fatigue.
Not this man. He was perfect in every way, every muscle carved to chiseled perfection. At least he allowed me another indulgence of tracing the outline of his muscles with my fingertips.
His fingers yanked at my shirt, tugging it free from my pants so he could slide his hands underneath. The first touch on my stomach brought more than merely another deep throb between my legs. His fingertips seared my skin, the intensity of fire forcing my head back and leaving me fighting a scream. No one could know what was happening between us.
And this would never happen again.
Very slowly, he removed my top, his chest heaving as he opened his fingers, allowing the material to fall to the floor. A nervous laugh left my lips even as he grabbed another handful of hair, yanking my head until my neck was exposed.
I tried to remind myself that he was a trained killer, but in the throes of such amazing passion, all I could think about was that this was an incredible way to go. My legs trembled and I closed my eyes while digging my fingernails into his arms. All while he swiped his tongue down the side of my neck, his heated breath leaving a trail that was followed by a series of goosebumps.
When he replaced his tongue with his teeth, raking them just under my jaw before moving across my collarbone, I knew I’d broken his skin with my tight hold. But he didn’t seem to care. With every second that passed, my heart continued thumping against my chest, my pulse skyrocketing. I was so dizzy from the passion, so breathless that I feared passing out.
A rustle of wind filtering through the cracks in the walls created a momentary howl. The sound was a reminder that there were real monsters eager to destroy any sense of joy. Anyone who took their eyes off the ball was much easier prey.
An awful noise, mournful and hollow pounded in my ears. Was I imagining creatures just outside the door? Were my body and mind eager to succumb to fatigue? Or was this another sign of things to come? I heard my breath hitch just before Rage pinched my chin, pulling my head so I was forced to lock eyes with him.
“I will protect you.” The four words were clearly enunciated, entirely too complex given the circumstances. Even with the number of Savages he’d traveled with, they couldn’t fight dozens of Borgata or worse, the Freedom Hunters whose sole job was to hunt and capture Savages for sheer entertainment.
But hearing Rage’s voice, the deep, almost melodic cadence brought a sense of hope in a hopeless world.
It also brought another, more intense wave of hunger.
Another rumbling growl captured and held my attention as he pushed my chin upward while deftly removing my bra. The slight chill tracing lines in my skin was quickly warmed by his hot breath. First, he nipped my earlobe, sucking while driving me against the wall. With his other hand, he unfastened my pants, taking his time to unzip as if there was no worry about our actions.
As if the ongoing danger meant nothing.
With the cold air, every muscle should be shaking, but the closeness of his massive body kept me so warm.
The same hot breath skipped along the base of my throat before he lowered his head, daring to flick his tongue across my aching nipple.
A slight laugh pushed past my lips and I pressed my head against the solid surface, uncertain how to feel since the territory was so unknown.
The fluttering sensations inside my belly increased much like the vibrations crisscrossing the skin. The way his fingers danced across my bare skin was incredible. He gathered one hardened bud with his lips, lightly sucking while rubbing his thumb across the other.
All I could concentrate on were the sounds he was making, decisive and primal. Every guttural breath highlighted his rapidly increasing hunger. Somehow, I knew we were past a point of shattering the connection, too far gone mentally. Whatever this was, the Savage was insistent on claiming me.
He rolled his lips to my other nipple, taking his time sucking and biting as my legs continued to shake. When he finally tugged on my pants, able to yank the dense material past my hips, my gasp was as strangled as my breathing. There was no time to process my emotions before he slipped his hand between my thighs, rubbing his fingers across my panties.
Against my sex.
I sucked in and held my breath, blinking profusely as bright lights converged over my eyes. Was I seeing things? Was my reaction normal? Or was something wrong with me?
His heavy sigh escaped exactly when I needed some sense of knowing if I was damaged goods. A tiny smile crossed my face, a moan of relief that seemed to catch him by surprise. He lifted his head, his chest rising and falling.
“You’re so wet for me.” He rubbed his fingers in a long line, his actions slow and easy while pushing the material between my swollen folds. The friction was amazing and soon I was trembling all over. My panties were drenched and the pressure from his fingers boosted the excitement.
Every reaction left me wild with need. I bucked my hips as he stroked me harder through the fabric until the perfect rhythm was created. When I closed my eyes, I was able to envision being in a beautiful setting, the Grand Canal of Venice, a hotel room with French doors open to the serene setting below.
Soft music played in the background, the light breeze from the warm air tickling the sheets barely covering our naked, sweaty bodies. Champagne sat in a bucket of ice, already opened and prechilled with two crystal flutes just waiting for when we both became thirsty.
Yes, the setting was perfect, if only in my mind, surreal in a way that brought more angst than delight. These were things I’d never experience.
“Yet I’m going to make you even wetter.” The intensity of his fingers and the dark promise of his words dragged me back to the present and to the bleak environment that would never change.
My mouth twisted, preparing to spew a typical nasty comment, but no words came to mind.
Everything about the way he pulled his slickened fingers under his nose then rubbed them across his lips was dirty. But when he shoved them into his mouth, I was in awe of just how sinful the Savage could be.
Was that part of their programming, using seduction to get whatever information they wanted? Or was he a special breed, a top achiever in his field?
“Sweet.”
The single word brought a complex array of emotions, or maybe it was the sound of his voice. So deep. So penetrating.
He backed away by a few inches and I slumped down on the wall, watching him with such an intense need I couldn’t breathe as he unfastened his pants. The corner of one lip was upturned as he watched me, taking his time to remove the rest of his clothing.
He had me at a disadvantage with my pants wrapped around my legs. Maybe the Savage was fearful I’d run. How could I get away with so many of them standing watch?
As soon as he was bare, I pushed away from the wall, the shock of what I was seeing almost too much to bear. The weight of his gaze was almost too intense. He wanted my reaction, so I gave it to him. I dragged my tongue across my bottom lip.
Everything about him reminded me that he was a true predator, eager to take what he wanted. With two steps that seemed to take forever, he advanced. From the way he was looking at me, heat swelled in my stomach. I’d never known anyone so expressive, a single look alone telling me his thoughts.
Ones that kept me floating on air.
He was going to devour me whole. With his fingers flexed, he rolled his palm down my stomach, the action so intimate my thighs clenched. The times I’d dared allow myself to wonder what it would be like to have a man look at me the way Rage was doing paled in comparison to reality.
As deftly as he’d done everything else, he pulled my pants down, yanking off one boot then the other. Standing only in panties, the rush of embarrassment hit me like the heavy swing of a sledgehammer. My reactions around him were involuntary. This time, I threw my arm across my chest.
“Never cover yourself.” He pulled my arm away easily even with my resistance.
His voice was so deep and sultry, I was clearly becoming mesmerized because my reactions were not my normal behavior. He chose that moment to slip his fingers under the elastic of my panties, tearing them off my body with little effort.
Instead of gasping from fear or annoyance, I sucked in a ragged breath. He stood only inches away, towering over me as before, but he seemed a giant now that I was standing in bare feet. The moment was oppressive until I felt his fingers brushing across my inner thigh.
He was purposely trying to drive me crazy. Did he expect me to beg? Not a chance. I turned my head on purpose, causing a simple yet profound reaction with his dark chuckle.
“You can try and deny your desire, but we both know better.”
What I knew was that this couldn’t occur. My resolve seemed more pronounced and I pushed away from the wall as I’d done before. Only this time I had every intention of getting the hell away from him.
Before I lost my way.
Before there was no chance of turning back and regret would leave me covered in shame and silence.
Apparently, the beast had anticipated my every move. I’d barely snagged my pants and made it two steps before he grabbed my arm, tossing me back against the wall.
This time when crowding my space, there was no room for error. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Anywhere but here.” The push-pull on my mind was extreme. Breathing was impossible.
“Is that what you really want?”
The retort was on my tongue, but I said nothing, another wave of suffocation stealing my breath.
And perhaps my thoughts.
But there was no mistaking the constant burn of yearning even as he spun me around, pressing my face against the wall. I had no idea what he was doing at first, pushing back against him just before his palm connected with my bottom.
The brutal crack in sound was jarring, the action stunning. He was spanking me. What? Shock tore through me with lightning speed while I remained in limbo, uncertain what to do or how to react.
When he smacked my bottom again, the instant ache tingled my extremities while driving a pool of fire into my core.
“Stop.” My demand seemed pointless with his hold firm even as he pressed his fingers against the small of my back to keep me in position. Every crack of his hand brought a thorough wave of vibrations, all electrified. All keeping me wet.
Soon, I was panting in response, trying desperately to find a way to escape. Every move brought a harder smack. Soon, my skin ached, but that was nothing in comparison to the wave of raw heat sweeping through every cell and muscle.
I’d experienced pain before, but this was a wash of intrusive agony that couldn’t be easily explained. Especially since my pussy continued throbbing.
His actions weren’t gentle by any means, one smack after another keeping me reeling with emotions.
“Never try and escape me,” he warned. “Never.”
A threat or a promise of more? I wasn’t certain I minded either way. He continued the horrific insult to the tough woman I’d become, leaving a slow, even burn spreading across my skin.
I could only imagine the discoloration, redness blotching my skin, but that’s what he wanted. A reminder. While annoying, what bothered me was with every clap of his palm, agony mixed with pleasure, the effect lingering in anticipation of more.
And the brutal Savage gave it to me, one coming after another until I was unable to hold back a strangled cry. Why was no one coming to my rescue? Were his men so inured to the cries of a woman they didn’t bother checking the reason for the sound?
No, they knew better than to challenge their leader.
Every time I squirmed, the ache deepened, bolting into tight, dark, and wet spaces. As the punishment continued, I found my ass pressed out for his hand. Amongst the haze I wasn’t certain if he’d moved me or I’d done so myself. The thought was intolerable.
When he slowed, finally pulling his hand away, I was thankful it was over. He didn’t back away, allowing me to breathe; he pressed his hand between my legs instead and cupped my wetness.
His fingers worked magic, swirling around my clit several times before he pinched the tender tissue. As he likely wanted, I yelped, smashing my hands on the wall.
“Tell me you’ll obey.” When he dipped his fingers into my tight channel, the raw slice of rapture was so unexpected I couldn’t utter a response. When he stopped cold, I knew why.
I held my breath, uncertain if I was fearful or maybe hopeful that once he realized I was a virgin he would stop. The only problem? I didn’t want him to. He was supposed to be my first. I could sense that. I could feel it as if knowing I needed air to breathe. No matter how toxic the substance, I couldn’t live without it.
“Don’t stop,” I said so quietly I wasn’t certain he’d heard me.
Until he exhaled, moving his fingers more gently this time. With no words spoken he drove them in and out, taking his time while the ache in my pussy muscles relaxed. And my mind returned to the fragile yet powerful cravings I’d experienced. Had I bled as I’d been told I’d do? Did it bother him?
For some reason, I didn’t think so. He was more controlled, taking his time finger fucking me, only picking up speed when my breathing became erratic.
A single crack of his hand once again brought me free of the dense fog.
“Tell me you will obey me.” The clear authority in his voice was as startling as the moment.
“Yes. I’ll obey you.” With my back arched, I sensed he thought I’d be begging for more. Maybe I was.
He wasn’t finished disciplining me yet, his hand moving from one side to the other several times. I was breathless. I was dazed. Juice trickled down the insides of both thighs, the scent overpowering. He thrust his fingers in once again, moving in a driving force leaving me aching all over.
Even though I wanted to fight him with all I had, his hand on my back made movement impossible. His dominance over me was unpredictable and I was in no position to do anything but tolerate the filthy act of humiliation. Every time I wiggled my hips, he took that to mean I was asking for more.
And he gave it to me, long and painful smacks leaving me yearning for more. Everything about the man left me in a suspended state of animation. His searing touch creating a burning deep that lingered long after he pulled his hand free. His soothing touch when he brushed his callused fingertips against my skin.
Even the aura of power and danger surrounding him. The Savage was an impenetrable force.
I accepted his punishment, but only in knowing there would be pleasure. I lost myself in his hold over me, forgetting who I was or why I’d ventured into the city in the first place. That’s how much power he seemed to have over me.
And I didn’t like it one bit.
This time as he dipped his fingers inside, spreading them wide open, I threw my head back. Only there was no sound other than the rapid beating of my heart.
He pressed all four fingers inside, spreading my pussy muscles in a way that had never been done before. I was losing control over my actions. My emotions. Even my thoughts.
My will to fight tossed aside.
My desire to escape all but forgotten.
His hand lingered in my most forbidden spot, teasing me to the point the ache for him itself was just as painful. I cinched my eyes shut as he fondled me, no longer needing to hold me against the wall. I was relaxed while my breathing remained hitched. I’d never experienced such pleasure.
I knew the moment he curled the tips of his fingers, hitting a spot that brought sheer ecstasy. Gasping, I bit my lower lip to try to curtail any noise, but with every deep plunge, the battle was easily lost. How could such pleasure be provided by such a brutal man?
Like everything else, there were no clear answers, just wave after wave of enjoyment. So much so I was trembling all over, my pussy clenching and releasing around his fingers.
“So tight,” he muttered.
In my crazy brain, I’d told myself I’d wait for the right man. As if there were any out there. There were no princes as told in fabled stories on the yellowing pages of fantasy books. There were no heroes as noted in crumbling comic books.
There were only broken men and monsters and the fine line between them had already become blurred.
I hadn’t realized I’d begun to slide to the floor until Rage suddenly wrapped his arm around my waist. In keeping me aloft, his actions weren’t slowed. In fact, he thrust faster, keeping me on my toes as incredible pressure continued to build.
My head remained foggy as a strange and amazing set of sensations tore through me. I’d orgasmed before in those few private moments where darkness had been my friend. But the increasing jolts of current thrashing through my body were unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
With his arm locked around me, he pulled me away from the wall until I was left with a feeling of floating in the air. His fingers remained flexed open and with a twist of his hand, his thumb speared my asshole.
Another wave of shock left a lingering impression. He pressed his face against the side of my neck, his scalding breath keeping the fire burning brightly. “Come for me. I need to feel your release.”
Need and want were two entirely different words, but the meaning was clear.
He wouldn’t allow me to rest until I’d obeyed him.
Which wasn’t difficult since my body was following his commands to the letter.
Another wave of heat sliced through every vein and muscle, leaving me breathless with an ache so deep my body would have folded over had he not been holding me.
His fingers were magic, still drilling into me while his mouth whispered all the filthy things he’d do in response to my obedience.
With the beautiful wave of pleasure, I was pulled from this world to that realm of fantasy. A sweet reminder that sometimes when you wished hard enough, your hopes and dreams could come true.