Savage Heart (Wreck & Ruin 2)

Four years before

“Hunter,” Isobel breathes, arching her back until her ass presses into my painfully hard cock. My fingers roll slowly over her clit, building her up, her hips move, trying to spur me on but I halt that.

“If you let me do that, Isobel, I’m not going to stop,” I warn, “Once I get a feel of your pussy, I will bury myself in it.”

“Yes,” she gasps, fingers wrapping around my wrist, “I want that.”

“Isobel…”

“Please, Hunter,” she coaxes my hand further into her, my finger slipping away from her clit to her entrance, slick and warm. She was dripping, aching.

I wanted her, I’d wanted her from the moment I saw her but I would never take what she wasn’t willing to give. Our relationship had grown over the past year but we’d still yet to have sex. Touching was fine but I knew from the haunted look in her eyes she wasn’t ready to take me like that.

And I was telling the truth, I feel her tightness on any part of me, I won’t stop. I will take and take and take until she was screaming and begging me.

I slip into her just a touch.

She hadn’t been touched by anyone in the past year, she had questioned it, but I didn’t have an answer for her. She was mine and they all knew that. I’d rip apart anyone who even dared, but I didn’t know how to fix it. How to get out of it and tell the truth. She would never forgive me for what I’d done.

“Yes,” she breathes, pushing on me, “Please, more.”

I do as she asks, slipping in further before pulling out and going back in, her arousal wetting my fingers. She’s so fucking tight, so warm.

“Like that,” she praises, “just like that.”

I keep it slow even when everything in me wants to fuck her hard and punishing.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Snow,” I kiss her neck.

“Hunter,” she whispers.

“Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes.”

I lay her on her back, staring down at her beautiful face, at the light in her eyes that wasn’t there a year ago, a light I gave her back. She opens her legs for me, the night dress slipping up her thighs.

“I’m going to worship you, Isobel. I’m going to show you what it should be like.”

She nods.

Keeping my eyes on hers, I climb up between her legs, making sure she stays with me. Her cunt glistens with her arousal and I know she’s ready. I slip my t-shirt over my head, letting her see me, all the scars and imperfections, but a hunger lights up her eyes. I reach for my pants, freeing my hard cock.

She swallows, “I don’t think you’ll fit.”

I laugh.

“I’ll fit, Snow, and you’ll take me like a good fucking girl.”

Her eyes widen as I nudge her open further, and line the head of my cock up with her.

“Watch.” I command.

Her eyes drop to where we’re almost joined. I sink in an inch, stretching her around me. She sucks in a breath.

I pull out, her wetness coating the head of my cock and I use it to smear down the length before I sink back in, further than before. Her eyes close.

“Open them, Snow,” I tell her, “Watch me.”

Swallowing, she does as she is told and watches as I slide all the way in, her body stretching to fit. She hisses, teeth gritting.

“Look how well you take me, Snow, look at how good we fit,” I pump my hips, keeping the rhythm calm.

She lifts one knee as she adjusts to my size, allowing me in just that little bit deeper, “That’s it,” I praise, “That’s it, take me in, let me show you how good it can be.”

“Please.”

“Good girl, Snow, you’re such a good girl.”

I increase the pace, sliding almost all the way out before slamming home again, and this time when she cries out, it’s in pure ecstasy.

“Don’t you sing pretty, Snow,” I keep her thighs parted with my hands, grip almost bruising and with each thrust she gets louder. “You feel so good. Do you want more?”

“Yes.”

I lower myself, bringing my mouth onto hers in a claiming, heated kiss. My tongue sweeps through her mouth and she meets me, taking me in. I quicken my thrusts, slamming in harder and harder, rolling in a way that applies friction to that glorious little bundle of nerves at the apex. She takes it all and when she comes, she cries out my name, her pussy convulsing around my dick.

“Fuck yes,” I grunt, letting her come down from that high before I thrust into her hard and then pull out, coming onto her stomach.

“That was…” she trails off, her voice a whisper.

“I have so much to show you,” I tell her, grabbing a cloth to clean her up, “so much to teach you.”

“I didn’t think I’d ever want it again,” she says, “until I met you.”

I kiss her softly, “I’ll always be yours.”