Chapter 27

He’son his knees in front of me, this huge, strong man, his shoulders heavy with the burdens he’s been carrying on his own for years.

I can’t imagine what it must be like to lose a child. To have lost the woman he loves, and the promise of a future together.

“Savage,” I whisper, rising to my feet.

He remains kneeling in front of me, but he looks up, those dark eyes fixed on me.

I put out my hands. He takes them, holding them to his forehead. It’s like all the pretense has been stripped away—the avoidance, the aloofness, the disconnection.

His hands are warm. “Forgive me.”

“Please, Savage.”

“Call me Carter,” he says.

My heart nearly shatters. “Carter,” I whisper.

He straightens. Slowly, he gets to his feet. He towers over me. “I’ll do anything to make it up to you,” he says. “Anything.”

My heart pounds against the inside of my chest. “Can I have two things?”

“Anything you want. Anything.”

“I want you to consider this,” I say, carefully. “I don’t want you to do it because I say you must. It’s got to be something you want to do, but I really, really, hope you will consider getting therapy. Because the pain you are going through isn’t something you should have to bear on your own.”

He swallows. “I will.”

I let out a breath.

“What else do you want?” His gaze fixes on mine. He’s not shaking any more, but he’s never been more open.

“Kiss me.”

His burly chest rises and falls rapidly.

I wait.

Carter’s hands move up my arms, fingers brushing over the sweater, raising goosebumps even though he’s not touching my skin. He brushes them over the sides of my neck, my cheeks, and rests his palms against my cheeks.

This is happening.

I’m sure that he’ll pull away and say no at the last second.

Carter brings his face to mine, slowly, and hovers his lips an inch from mine, so close that his breath brushes over my face. “I’ve wanted to do this for years.”

And then he presses his lips against mine.

A tremor moves up my body.

His kiss is warm, soft at first. His fingers brush over my skin, his right hand moving into my hair, the left resting against my throat and collarbone. He parts my lips and tastes me, and a low rumble in his chest is all the warning I have.

He lifts me off the floor and walks me back into the room, kissing me hard, his hands moving over my body like a man unleashed.

I gasp against his lips, tugging at his shirt, ripping at it like I can tear it free.

His lips and tongue are relentless, his hands on my ass now, gripping, biting through the cotton of my shorts.

“Please,” I whisper. “Oh my God, yes.”

He presses me against the wall beside the bed, kissing me hard, his hand wandering up to cup my breast. Savage groans and pulls back to stare at me. “Hannah, are you?—”

“I have never wanted anything more in my life,” I say. “I need you.”

He captures my lips with a moan, grinding into me, his cock pressing against the fabric of my shorts. There are too many layers between us.

“I want it,” I say. “Please. I want it now.”

“I don’t have a condom.”

“You don’t need one,” I whisper. “I’m clean. Are you?—?”

“I haven’t had sex in sixteen years, Hannah.”

“Oh my God.” I moan and grind against him, desperate. “I can’t wait any longer. I can’t.”

Savage rips his pants down, and I glance between us, my eyes widening. His cock is long and hard, thick with arousal, veiny, the tip wet for me.

“Hold onto me,” he says.

I do as I’m told.

Savage grips the side of my PJ shorts and rips them free. My body rocks forward from the motion, but I don’t care. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, including earlier. He tosses the ruined shorts off to one side.

Finally, there’s nothing separating us.He presses me into the wall.

My pussy is bare, and he stares at it, groaning as he takes his cock and runs it over my mound and between my lips. “Fuck, you are wet.” He presses the tip toward my entrance then stops.

I slap my hands down on his shoulders. “What are you waiting for?” If he backs out now, I’m going to scream.

“I haven’t made you come,” he says, frowning. “I can’t fuck you without?—”

“You made me come five times this afternoon. Please, just?—”

The permission is all he needs. Savage notches his head inside me, and I cry out, rising high on his body. He’s huge, and it’s been a long time since I’ve done anything physical with a man.

“You can take it, Princess,” he growls, grabbing a fistful of my hair and making me look at him. “You want it all, don’t you?”

I whimper and nod.

“You’re going to come on my cock,” he says, pressing another inch into me. “Say it, Princess.”

“I’m going to come on your cock. I’m going to come on your cock as many times as you want me to.”

He grunts and slides in another inch, parting me, and my eyes roll in my head. I’m breathless, a mess, and I grab hold of his shoulders, trying to cling to what’s left of myself before I lose it completely. I’ve never had an orgasm without my clit being stimulated, but it feels like I’m seconds away from it.

“You’re mine,” he says. “Tell me you are all mine.”

“I’m yours, Carter.”

“Fuck.” He slides in more of himself, and I glance down. Halfway in. “You’re taking it like such a good girl. Like such a good fucking girl.”

“I can take it all.”

“Yes, you fucking can.” And then he drives himself into me all the way, and my pussy clenches around him so tight and hard, I scream his name. “That’s right,” he says, and draws himself out of me. He slams home again, and the window beside us rattles.

“Carter.” I scream it, like a curse or a blessing or both. “Carter. Oh my God. Carter.”

He drives into me, again and again, and he manipulates my legs as he wants, unfazed by my weight in his arms, pressing me against the wall. We both watch his cock sliding in and out of me, glistening and hard.

“Look at that pretty pussy,” he says. “Who does it belong to?”

“You.”

“Nobody else touches this pussy again. Nobody. It’s mine,” he says, and spits on it. “Got it?”

“All yours,” I pant. “It belongs to you.”

He pounds into me again, adjusts us, and then rubs his thumb over my clit. That one tiny flick of motion is all it takes to send me over the edge. I slap my hands down on his shoulders and yell his name, my fingers digging into his flesh.

“Yes, come for me. Come for me.” He presses into me again and again, taking every beat of my orgasm to the next level, and I can’t believe it.

This is finally happening. We’re finally happening.

Carter pounds into me, one hand on my throat, squeezing gently, the other helping him work my body on his length, gripping my ass tight. He fucks me like he can’t get enough, like I’m the reason he’s waited, like I’m the only woman in the world.

I let out strangled moans, halfway between his name and wordless pleasure, and my second orgasm rocks through my body just as his dick grows thick inside me. Savage pulls out and aims himself at my clit. Thick ropes of cum hit my flesh, and I cry out.

He drives inside me again, still coming, and holds himself there, grunting, panting, eyes on me.