Locked (Savage Men 2)

Can’t give in to me without a fight. And that’s okay.

I don’t need her to say yes.

I just need her to do exactly what I want.

So I push her up against the rock and lift her until those beautiful tits of hers are right in my face. Then I smother them with licks and kisses, tugging at her nipples until she moans.

The sound is all I need to know she wants it just as much as I do.

I grin against her skin as I latch onto one nipple with my mouth and twist the other with my fingers. Her arms are still firmly entwined behind my neck, despite her mouthing the words, “It’s wrong.”

But it’s not wrong. It the only thing we can do.

We’re humans who desire each other. What’s so wrong about that?

I live here on this island, and she’s from a world I don’t understand.

She ruined my jungle. I ruined her chance to get back.

But right now, none of that matters.

Enemies or not, we can learn to coexist … if we start with finally giving in to our hunger.

And fuck me … am I hungry for more.

Accompanying Song: “Muddy Waters” by LP

Juliet

I tried to stop him.

Tried to say no.

But every time I opened my mouth, the words refused to come out.

I don’t want to say no, and I don’t want him to stop.

I can’t take it anymore. Can’t fight anymore. I only want to give in.

My body has already lost control. Every time he touches me, I get more and more aroused. And when he kisses me, my brain shuts down.

My thighs clench when he pushes me up the wall farther and sets me down on a ledge not too high up. With the palm of his hand, he pushes me down, forcing me to lie down as he plants kisses all over my belly.

I gasp, but I still feel out of breath.

When his lips reach my thighs, I panic and clench my legs together. With a gentle nudge, he parts them again and immediately buries his face between my legs.

“Fuck …”

His rumbling voice makes my pussy thump.

And when his tongue presses down, I lose it.

A moan escapes my mouth as he starts to lick me. Right there … between my legs.

And Jesus Christ, it’s never felt this good.

He laps me up and alternates kisses with licks, applying pressure on the spot that makes me choke up. My fingers struggle not to reach for his hair, and my mouth struggles not to beg him for more.

He’s that good.

God, that tongue of his … it could make me come.

Right here and now.

Within the snap of a finger.

The pressure is already building, making me hot and bothered and definitely fantasizing about having his dick inside me.

But it’s wrong, despite what he says … yet I still choose to ignore it.

I was lost the moment I ogled his dick.

I couldn’t stop thinking about it ever since I saw him, and now it’s too late. Too late to stop my body from craving him.

He sucks on my clit and murmurs, “You taste so fucking good.”

His gruff voice alone could make me come.

He keeps licking me to the point when I’m practically moaning every second. I can’t hold it back.

Suddenly, his fingers dive inside.

My eyes burst open, and my breath hitches in my throat.

Two fingers driving into my soaking pussy, coating them with wetness.

My nails scratch the rock, and I take in a big gulp.

“Yes,” he murmurs, his lips firmly pressed against my pussy. “Let me taste you while you come.”

And I do.

So goddamn hard.

All over his fingers.

And his mouth.

And I scream out his name.

“Lock!”

His tongue only licks me harder, and wave after wave of ecstasy hits me so hard my eyes roll into the back of my head.

I writhe underneath his grasp, the palm of his hand keeping me in place so I don’t slide down the rock.

He presses a kiss to my thighs before slowly pulling his fingers out of me and bringing them to his face. He smells them. Then his tongue darts out to take a lick, then sucks them. A low groaning hum follows. My body erupts into goose bumps, and my eyes widen.

Suddenly, he grasps my waist and yanks me down, making me squeal.

“More,” he growls, pinning me against the rock after he spins my body around.

With my face against the rocks, I have nowhere to go, and fear washes over me again.

But a gentle kiss on my shoulders instantly replaces that with a wantonness I didn’t know I had.

Roughly, he grabs my wrists in a vise grip and pulls them against the rocks above my head. His fingers entwine through mine as his tongue slides down my neck. Soon, his hand follows, all the way down my spine until it reaches my ass.

There, he pokes me with his hard-on.