Savage (The End 1)

But either way, Sasha didn’t want this to stop. She wanted to go as far as two people could.

He moved closer to her, his body pressed against hers, the feeling of this hard erection against her belly having a fresh rush of moisture leaving her.

She squeezed her thighs together to stem off the flood of arousal, but all that did was add pressure, more sensation to the little nub at the apex of her pussy.

“You’re so vulnerable, so innocent.” Malachi had his hand on her cheek, his thumb moving along her skin. “I don’t want to break you.”

She was shaking her head even before he finished speaking. “I won’t break,” she whispered softly, and heard a deep groan spill from him.

And then before she knew what was happening, Malachi was pushing her thighs open and moving between them, his big body dwarfing everything else … even herself. He had his hands on her hips, his fingers slightly digging into her flesh.

Sasha let her head rest back, closing her eyes a moment, just absorbing this new experience. When she opened her eyes, she stared up at the sky, the stars bright, everything so clear. The moon was full, and she could practically feel its silvery glow washing over her.

“Look at me, Sasha,” Malachi said and she rose up slightly so she could look down the length of her body at him. He appeared so feral in that moment, so powerful. “I want to taste you. I want to make you feel good, to make you forget about every bad thing that happened in your life, if only for this one moment.”

She found herself nodding, reaching out and spearing her hands into his hair, pulling on the strands … pulling him closer. He rested his forehead against her inner thigh, this deep sound leaving him. And then he was pulling down her pants, taking her underwear with them, and everything began to spin.

“Let me be with you, to make you forget about everything.”

She found herself moaning, and then relaxed fully back, her hands beside her, her fingers curled tightly into her palms, her nails pricking her skin. She couldn’t think straight, not with the feel of his warm breath along the most intimate part of her body. Sasha had never felt anything so erotic before, never even envisioned she could feel this way.

And then Malachi started gently kissing her inner thighs, pushing her legs impossibly wider, the cool air moving along her pussy. All she could do was close her eyes and let herself be free.

Finally.

Even if it was only for this one moment.

“Are you ready?” he said in a gruff voice, the vibrations going right to her center.

“Yes,” she whispered softly. Right now there was just the two of them, nothing else mattering, the world in its rightful place, no heartache or danger present.

She felt his warm breath along her pussy, and then his mouth was on her, warm and wet … heavenly. She arched her back and squeezed her hands tighter, feeling the pain prick her palms and lance up her arms.

That discomfort mixed with the pleasure she felt. He tightened his hands on her thighs, keeping her legs open as wide as they could go. He devoured her, licked and sucked at her, drew that bundle of nerves at the top of her pussy until she was on the verge of crying. In fact, she felt a tear slide out the corner of her eye, trailing down her temple as the ecstasy rose to an unimaginable height.

Vibrations from his groans went right into her body and she felt her inner muscles clench, as if they needed him desperately inside. But Malachi didn’t penetrate her, and instead licked and sucked, dragging his tongue down her center, teasing the opening of her body. He gently dipped the muscle inside, just the tip, just enough to let her feel what it might be like. Although she knew it would be much different, the stretching and burning, the claiming.

He dragged his tongue back up her cleft, moving his hands closer to her pussy lips. There, he hooked his thumbs along the edges, pulled them farther apart, and blew a stream of warm breath along her heated, soaked flesh.

“Oh. God.” Those two words spilled from her on their own but she couldn’t have stopped them even if she’d wanted to. Stars danced behind her closed eyes, pleasure moving through every single inch of her body. Her cells came alive, her muscles tightening, and she knew the inevitable was so close.

So. Close.

“Let go for me,” he rumbled against her flesh and she opened her eyes, gasping, sucking in air. “Let go for me, Sasha. Just. Let. Go.” He drew her clit into his mouth and sucked especially hard. She tossed her head back and cried out this low, keening sound, like fireworks going off in the sky.