Savage Heart (Wreck & Ruin 2)

“You started it with Valentine,” Isobel seethes, “Do you know what he did to her!? What he did to those other girls?”

“I told you, I’d do anything for you.”

“I didn’t want that!” She shrieks, “You fucking psychopath! What the fuck were you thinking!?”

“What does it matter?” I settle back in my chair, watching my little Snow get all worked up. I had to admit, seeing her like this, all heated and angry, it made my blood run hot and my cock take notice. I liked her a little savage.

I let my eyes follow the curves of her body, all the delicious lines.

“I sense this upsets you,” I smirk.

“Take that fucking smile off your face,” she crosses her arms, “You’ve gone too far.”

“Too far is not far enough when it comes to you.” Standing, I head towards her, leaning down to box her against the mattress, “There are no lengths I would not go to for you and I will sacrifice every man, woman, and child to have you exactly where you are now.”

She shakes her head.

“I planned it all. I planned for Valentine to attack the Silver’s knowing what Alexander would do, I planned for Valentine to fight to get his daughter back, all so he could trade her for your brothers’ resources.”

“You made sure Valentine mentioned the Syndicate, didn’t you? Knowing Kingston would take the bait.”

I nod.

“What else?”

“The Syndicate wanted Brookeshill, I made sure Alexander understood the threat, granted that information he stole was supposed to be for you, but it worked out in the end.”

“I came to Brookeshill,” she says quietly, “When Kingston went to trade for Wren. I was there. I couldn’t not be when I knew more girls were suffering.”

“I know, baby.”

“You were there, too?”

“I’m always where you are. I knew you’d come, the Syndicate was mentioned and you thought it a possible way of finding me, but I wasn’t ready to be found then. I needed to plan a few more things in preparation for our reunion.”

“Hunter, you have to stop.”

“Stop what?” I drop a kiss on her lips, the touch of her mouth on mine serving to bring back my unquenchable appetite for her. My nose runs down the length of her jaw, skin silky beneath me and she tips her head back to let me at her throat.

“Stop this, it’s over.”

“But it isn’t over, Snow, not yet,” my teeth scrape across her collarbone and then down between her breasts. She lets out a sweet little breathy sigh as I hit her stomach, pushing my t-shirt out of the way and kissing my way down over her navel. “It’s over when every single one of them is dead.”

Her thighs press together, “Mm, my vicious little Snow likes that doesn’t she, the idea of killing them all makes you wet, doesn’t it?”

I pry her thighs apart, thankful she chose to go underwear free after her shower. My tongue licks up her and she arches from the bed, “I know it does, that’s why you’re aching right now. The thought of killing them all while I kiss your cunt,” I rumble against her, “I taste how much you love it.”

“Shit,” she hisses, fingers diving into my hair.

My laugh vibrates against her flesh, and I add a finger, sliding it into her. “Tell me you want more.”

“More,” she begs.

I insert a second finger, sliding my free hand under her ass to lift her harder into my face.

“How about now?”

“Please, Hunter,” she cries.

“Always.”

I slide back up her body, nestling myself between her thighs, my cock resting against her. She grinds against the hard length of me, eyes closed.

“I want you to look at me when I fuck you, Snow,” I say, removing my clothes, “I want to watch you when you come for me. I want to see you sing.”

My cock slides in slow and deep and we groan in unison, the sensations of her almost too much to bear, and yet not enough entirely. I move at a lazy pace, a grind that sends her wild. Her nails claw into my back, her heels digging into my ass.

I keep my pace and kiss her, feeling her melt beneath me, tongue dancing with mine. When I come away, I meet her eyes, “Look at me, baby.”

“I’m looking,” she breathes, face a mask of ecstasy.

“I love you.”

“Shit,” her legs tighten, pussy fluttering around me.

I say it again, and again, and each time I punch my hips forward, building her up, feeling her muscles begin to tighten.

“Don’t stop,” she pleads, grabbing my face to bring me in for a kiss. She’s right there when I snatch away from her and rise, watching where our bodies join. “Look, Snow.”

She moans, head tipping back. “Ah, ah,” I grit my teeth, “Look at us,” I demand, “Look at me when I fuck you.”

Her eyes find mine and the look, it devastates me. There was so much to that look, so many things unspoken that she won’t voice, so much pain and love, so much hate and joy. I drop back down, covering her until every part of me touches every part of her and cup her face, kissing her slowly.

“Come for me, Snow,” I whisper into her mouth, “Come for me.”

I grind into her clit, pushing, pushing, pushing until she shatters around me.

“That’s it,” I whisper, “You feel so good.”

“Hunter,” she cries, voice broken.

“I know,” I rasp, “I know.”

I continue fucking her, rolling her orgasm out until another one crests and this time when it hits, I fall over that edge with her, emptying myself while her pussy spasms around me and only once we’re spent and she’s cleaned up, do we snuggle down into the bed, her back to my chest and my arms tightly curled around her.

She absently traces circles on my arm, the room dimly lit by the lamp in the corner. She didn’t like the dark and I’d be sure to keep her from it.

“You remembered the bath,” she murmurs.

“I also remember your dream to travel,” I kiss her hair, “When this is done, I’ll take you wherever you want to go.”

“I want to start in Australia.”

“Okay, Snow, we’ll start there.”

She nods. “What now?”

“We go and see your brother.”