Hanged (Savage Men 5)

“Fuck me, have I missed these tits,” he groans, while rubbing up against me.

He takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks hard while gently nibbling to keep me on my toes. I tilt my head back as he kisses me fervently, not giving me time to even respond. Right as I open my mouth, he latches on again. Sucking on my bottom lip, he coaxes my tongue to join in the game.

But this little voice inside my head keeps telling me to put a stop to it and make him leave. As our mouths unlock, I try to mumble, “Hanson, we—”

“Don’t fight it, Lil,” he groans into my mouth, and he captures my lips in another kiss.

I’m helpless to fight the desire. Helpless against the onslaught of emotions from seeing this man again. This man who stole my heart and kept it chained to his.

He grasps my waist and lifts me up against the door in his strong arms, still kissing me hard and fast. With a strong grip, he carries me toward the stairs. That’s when I realize what’s upstairs.

“We can’t go upstairs. Daisy—”

“I don’t need to go upstairs to fuck your brains out, Lillian,” he says with a deep, resonating voice that brings chills to my bones. “I can do just that right here.”

Chapter Six

Hanson

I set her down on the staircase and rip off her pajama pants, throwing them into a corner. I’m not wasting any time now that she’s finally let me in. Lucky for me, she wasn’t wearing a bra, and now I find out she’s not wearing any underpants either.

“What a surprise … no undies,” I mutter, raising a brow.

It was as though she was expecting me.

A blush appears on her face, and it’s the prettiest color I’ve seen in a long time.

“I always sleep like this,” she says, cutting it short.

But she hasn’t always.

I smirk as I grab her face, and say, “Relax, I’m not here to judge. I’m here to give you pleasure, so enjoy the ride.”

With two fingers, I easily part her legs; they slide open as if she never even had the will to fight to begin with. I know it’s hard to resist the pull when you’ve been dying for love for so long. The longing to be touched, to be licked … it can make or break a person.

Especially when they’ve gone so long without any. And she’s definitely not had some for a long time … that I know for sure.

Cupping her ass, I bury my face between her legs and suck on her clit. Her eyes practically roll into the back of her head.

She tastes so damn delicious, and it makes my mouth water. I remember this taste and the way she gets all wet from the feel of my tongue circling her lips.

“Oh God,” she whispers, and she grasps a handful of my hair, her fingers scrunching up as though she wants to tug. I wouldn’t even mind.

“That good?” I murmur, grinning against her skin.

I go down on her hard, flicking my tongue and kissing her everywhere. I stick my tongue inside and circle around, letting her know how much I’ve wanted to do this. She moans in excitement, unable to contain herself even though her eyes tell me she wishes she could.

“Come for me, Lil. Let me see that beautiful face,” I say as I lean up to take a peek.

She shakes her head while biting her lip. “She’ll hear.”

“She won’t if you’re quiet. And if you are, I can do it again, and again, and again …”

“Fuck,” she hisses, curling her toes.

She’s so fucking close I can taste it. When she comes, her mouth draws open, and the most delicious sigh escapes. Her clit grows under my tongue as I gorge myself on her. I push a finger inside to get a feel of how much she’s enjoying herself as her muscles contract around my finger.

When her orgasm subsides, I lift her in my arms again. She almost squeals, but then captures her own voice inside her mouth. She hisses at me instead. “What are you doing?” she asks as I carry her up the stairs.

“Taking you in bed,” I answer.

“You mean to bed.”

“No, taking you”—a lopsided grin forms on my lips—“in the bed.”

I slip upstairs as quietly as I can and open the door with my foot. I march inside and place her down on the bed and then immediately unbutton my pants. But then she replaces my hand with hers while I’m working on my zipper.

I pause and gaze at her, raising a brow.

She doesn’t say a word. All she does is stare back at me while she sits on the edge of the bed with her hair undone. She looks beautiful. Picture perfect. And I can’t help but run my hand through her hair to remind myself of what I’ve missed.