Hanged (Savage Men 5)

His words bring tears to my face. “Don’t …”

“I can’t stay away. I just can’t,” he says, licking his lips as he places his other hand right beside me on the closet door, trapping me in his arms. “I want you. I need you. It’s all I ever think about. All I want. It’s the only thing in the world that I need … you.”

“No. Don’t do this to me,” I say, shaking my head, wishing it wasn’t true that my heart almost jumped out of my chest hearing that.

I hate him. I should hate him with all my guts.

But I guess that’s love …

It’s unending, unyielding, undeniable. Even when the whole world feels like it’s shifting on its axis and coming undone, love never ceases to exist.

So when he plants his lips on mine, I don’t fight back. I don’t push him away.

I let him kiss me … and overtake my soul.

Chapter Five

Hanson

Finally, she’s mine, and I’m not letting go.

I grab her face with both hands and kiss her hard, letting her know how much I’ve missed her. I want her to feel it in her entire body. I want her to taste it on her tongue.

Fuck. I want her as much as I wanted to smell the fresh morning air while I was still in jail.

My skin itches with the desire to claim her. To touch her, lick her, fuck her.

God, how badly I wanna fuck her raw.

But first, I need her to know I’m here for her. That I’m not going to let her off the hook without at least a good memory to store for later because I’m definitely going to go to town on her.

As I start to lose myself in the taste of her lips, I’m unable to keep my hands to myself as they find their way down her pajama shirt. I wrap them around her body and pull her close, groaning into her mouth. The smooth curves underneath my coarse hands are a stark reminder of what I could’ve had all this time if I’d made a different choice.

But I didn’t, and I don’t regret it for one second.

I still get to have her, right here, right now.

So I kiss her even harder, deeper, pouring every ounce of myself into this one night we could have if she’ll let me. If she’ll have me.

“Wait,” she mutters between ragged breaths. “It isn’t right.”

“Fuck right or wrong,” I growl, planting another kiss right below her lips, and then another one on her neck. “I need to have you. I need to give you what you deserve.”

Her lips shudder, and I can hear her breath more rapidly as my tongue trails all the way to her ear. I suck on her earlobe and moan into her ear.

“I’ve missed the sounds you make when I kiss you like this. I’ve missed the breaths you don’t take when I touch you right here, Lil.” I cup the small of her back with one hand and squeeze her ass with the other. “Mine.”

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Lillian

I tried to push him away, I honestly did. But the way his hands caress my skin and his lips merge so perfectly with mine make him impossible to ignore. Makes it impossible to deny these feelings bubbling up to the surface.

I wanna fight, but I can’t … I’m lost in his penetrating eyes, his all-consuming stare, and his tongue as it wraps firmly around mine. He claims me with his mouth like no one else ever could. But it’s him … the man I shouldn’t want ever again.

“Hanson, I can’t,” I whisper, almost unable to separate my lips from his.

“Yes, you can. Just this night. Just one night,” he says with a sultry voice. “That’s all I want.”

I need to stop this. Goddammit, Lillian, stop this!

“Yes.”

The word slips off my tongue as easily as his kisses do.

Like poison injected straight into my veins.

I’ve never craved a man this much before in my life, but the moment his hands dive underneath my shirt, I instantly forgo all resistance I had. I can’t stop it any longer, can’t stop the need to surrender from rolling over me like a tidal wave.

His hands are all over me, touching me in places I forgot I loved to be touched so much. He knows exactly where to caress me, slowly but roughly pulling me into his embrace. I’m still pinned between him and my closet, desperate for more as he plants kisses all over my neck and chest.

A second of air is all I get as he tears off his shirt and chucks it on the ground. The gaze in his eyes is murderous, like a lion that finally caught its wounded prey. And I am willing … like a meek lamb, I let him take me over. He gropes my breasts, fondling my nipples until they’re hard.