“Now, Seychelle. Give me everything.” He could barely manage to give her the command. His throat closed off. He already felt the volcano erupting. Powerful ripples started through her body from breasts to groin, swamping her, swamping him, clamping down viciously on his cock, a silken fist pumping and jerking at him in wild strokes that were merciless, endless, so strong she was sobbing his name and driving her nails into his back.
Seychelle’s body was dragging the hot, fiery magma right out of him. Jet after jet, rope after rope, he emptied himself into her. There was no thinking, only feeling, that explosive release he’d never experienced before. It was violent and brutal, the constriction of her hot channel around his cock almost vicious. He wasn’t sure if it was heaven or hell, but it was mind-blowing perfection.
Savage collapsed over the top of her, his legs so shaky there was no way to stay upright. His lungs burned for air and his mind refused to work. For the longest time there was just the sound of the two of them fighting for air, their minds floating somewhere else, their bodies feeling every ripple of every aftershock. He rode out every one with her, his lips on her belly, kissing her there. Bringing up a strawberry. Marking her in the way he had her inner thighs, her breasts and her bare pussy lips.
Those weren’t the marks that would normally set him off. Not the ones that he dreamt of putting on her, but he was more than excited to see them on her skin. He found the strength to kiss the ones he could get to.
“Are you all right, baby? Did I hurt you? I think we got carried away.”
“I think we were perfect,” Seychelle corrected.
Her hand found his head and she did a slow massage, one that he hated to miss when he stood up, but he had to take care of her. Very slowly, he slid out of her. There was blood mixed with seed and sex. He had no idea why, but the sight of that mixture gave him satisfaction. Even as he pulled out of her, that hot, slick tunnel dragged over his sensitive cock, sending waves of sensation through him where before he’d felt half-alive. He had no idea what she did to him, but it felt like a miracle.
“Stay there, baby. Let me take care of you.” He managed to find his way to the bathroom to clean up and get a warm cloth for her. He’d given her several orgasms, powerful ones, and each time he’d managed to send her over the edge at his command. That would come to be very important. He wanted her to always associate pleasure with him. Always.
Savage took his time, was meticulous in washing her before stretching out beside her on his belly, his hands framing her face. “I will love you, Seychelle, more than any other man in this world can possibly love you. I swear that to you. At the end of our days, you’ll never be sorry you took a chance with me.”
He meant every single word of that promise. Her smile was slow in coming, but it lit her face and then her eyes, taking his heart. She traced the lines cut deep in his face.
“I love you, Savage. I’ll stick with you. Just take your time with me.”
He wished they had all the time in the world and he didn’t have to worry about how his mind was so fucked up, but she already knew. “I’ll do my best, baby.” He rolled over, slid down in the bed and laid his head on her belly. His favorite place to sleep.
“Just so you know, I’m throwing those books in the garbage,” Seychelle declared, her hand on Savage’s head, fingers massaging his scalp. “They are no help at all. If they have one huge lie, maybe everything is a lie.”
He tilted his head to look up at her. “What kind of books have you been reading?”
Her blue eyes shifted away from his, long lashes sweeping down. “This and that. Self-help. That kind of thing.”
He turned onto his stomach so he could look up at her easily. “What are you trying to learn, babe?” It was a demand.
She started laughing. Little golden notes rose in a musical symphony all around, forcing him to turn back so he could watch them dance their way to the ceiling. He loved that. She could make his life like those musical notes. Floating. Drifting. Happy.
“I don’t know that much about sex, Savage. I went to the bar with the idea that we’d get together, and I didn’t want to disappoint you, so I read as much as I could. I was already on birth control, which, by the way, you should have asked me before we did anything.”