Page 89 of The Savage

I can feel the heat radiating off him, the hard length of his shaft pressing against my inner thigh, so thick and so demanding despite the lazy way he leans against the headboard.

‘Come on, baby,’ he murmurs, his voice rough, like gravel under slow footsteps. His hand slides higher up my thigh, his fingers brushing against the slick, swollen lips of my sex before guiding my own hand towards his cock. ‘Feel how hard you’ve made me.’

I hesitate, my breath catching. Even after everything we’ve done, there’s still a part of me that blushes at the idea of touching him like this… of taking that final step. But the way he looks at me, the way his jaw tightens when my fingers finally wrap around his shaft, makes my hesitation melt away.

‘Holy fuck,’ he groans.

His shaft is hot, pulsing in my grip, the veins thick beneath my palm. I’m hesitant, hopelessly untutored, but he wraps his hand over mine.

The act feels wrong and right at the same time as together, we stroke him slowly, my thumb swiping over the slick tip, gathering the bead of liquid there. His breath hitches, his abs flexing beneath my touch.

‘That’s it,’ he growls, his voice dropping into that dirty, commanding tone that makes my stomach clench. ‘Stroke me. Make me feel how much you want this.’

I bite my lip, caught between watching what we’re doing and this alien need to see his face. To devour the effect of what I’m doing to him.

But he too is watching me with an intensity that makes my skin burn, his dark eyes tracking every movement of my hand. His free stronger hand slides up my back and his fingers tangle in my hair, just enough to tilt my head back, forcing me to meet his gaze.

‘Look at me as you pump my cock, baby,’ he orders in a low, barely coherent rumble. ‘Watch how good you make me feel when you take me.’

I obey, my breath shallow as he shifts beneath me, the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance. I’m reminded that I’ve climaxed once already, that I’m aching and swollen from his fingers, but when Renzo directs his shaft between my thighs, when he roughly instructs me to raise my hips, to situate him at where his fingers were only minutes ago… and sweet heavens, when he gently urges me down over the broad head of his steel shaft, the stretch of him is still such a shock, so intense and overwhelming, I cry out.

My nails dig into his shoulders, shaking as I sink down and struggling to take every inch inside me.

He shudders when my muscles clench around him. ‘Fuck,’ he groans, his head tipping back against the headboard for just a second before his gaze snaps back to me. ‘You’re so fucking perfect, Giada.’

The sound of this name… my name on his lips is like a benediction on this act. My eyes prickle and I have to hold back a sob as his gaze devours me.

Then his hand tightens on my hip, his fingers pressing into my skin hard enough to leave marks. ‘Don’t stop. Ride me, baby. Show me how bad you’ve wanted this.’

I start slow, my hips rolling in cautious circles, testing the way he fills me, the way it drags against every sensitive inch inside me.

The shyness that clung to me moments ago is burning away, replaced by something urgent, something needier. I feel his eyes on me, feel the way his breath snags every time I sink down fully, taking him to the hilt.

‘Like this?’ I ask hesitantly.

‘That’s right, just like that,’ he encourages, voice rough with approval. His hand slides back up my body and his thumb brushes over my nipple before he pinches it just hard enough to make me gasp. ‘Deeper. Harder. Make me crazier for you.’

He begins to move with me, and it is all the things I feared and none of the things I feared. He tells me what he feels – in pieces, the honesty shocking both of us. ‘I’ve wanted this so long – God, you’re – look at me – stay with me – tell me⁠—’

‘I’m here,’ I whisper, and then I’m not whispering, I’m speaking, giving him the map as he asked, giving him my hands, my eyes, the sounds I didn’t know I’d make.

I whimper as my nails rake down his chest, as I pick up the pace, my hips slamming down onto him with more force. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, wet and obscene, and I can feel myself getting closer, my walls fluttering around his girth.

‘You like that, don’t you?’ he taunts when my gasps turn guttural, his voice a dark purr as his hand slides between us, his fingers finding my swollen bud, rubbing in tight, relentless circles. ‘You like how my dick feels in your tight little hole? How it stretches you? Fills you up?’

‘Yes,’ I breathe, my head falling back as pleasure coils tight in my belly. My breasts bounce with each thrust, my nipples hard and aching. ‘Yes, Renzo⁠—’

‘Fuck, Giada,’ he groans again, his grip turning bruise-harsh. ‘How are you making this feel like the first time again? You’re gonna make me come so hard for you. You’re gonna take every fucking inch of me and milk me dry.’

I feel him swelling inside me, his cock throbbing, and I sense he’s close to another shower of intense pleasure. Because I am too, my orgasm building like a storm, my breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps. ‘I think… Me too,’ I whisper, my voice trembling. ‘I’m – I’m⁠—’

‘Come again for me,’ he cuts in, his voice a command, his fingers pressing harder against my clit. ‘Come on my cock, tesoro miu. Let me feel it.’

That’s all it takes this time.

My back arches on a broken cry that tears from my throat as my orgasm crashes hard over me, my channel clenching around him, milking him as wave after wave of pleasure wrings me out.

He follows with a primal roar, his cock pulsing deep inside me, his seed spilling into me in thick, hot bursts.