“Hale, I need you to do me a favor, baby,” I coo, my savage training instincts kicking in.
My eyes glance over to the table with a vial of olophine.
His menacing smirk turns up into a cocked position as his eyes glare into mine with salacious fantasies churning as he says, “That’s why I’m here.”
Oh damn. I forgot how fucking sexy Savage Hale is.
“No, baby. I need you to take that first, and then you can have your way with me,” I murmur softly while pointing to the meds.
“I’d rather skip the first part,” he growls.
My eyes move to the medicine once more, but they’re abruptly brought back to him when he slams into me to knock me against the wall. His sculpted, toned body pins me as his mouth envelopes mine - his passion pouring through my lips. I taste his desire as much as I feel his need.
He starts sliding me up to where my feet are just off the floor. I return the kiss, and I’m not sure if it’s because I want to or need to in order to keep him from throwing an explosive tantrum. If he gets pissed, he could blow out the side of the compound without even meaning to.
“Please, take the medicine,” I soothingly release, my hands stroking his hair just as gently as my voice coaxes him.
I use my gift to bring the vial to me. It slips into my hand, but he his lips glue themselves to mine again… harder. I start to do the only thing I know to do - inject the medicine myself. I feel his hand skimming my sex through the lacy underwear, his warmth burning me through the skimpy fabric. Then I hear my underwear ripping as he jerks them off my body.
Don’t get so fucking turned on, you stupid girl. Bring him down.
I dawdle too long though. My lips have been entranced by his, making me forget my mission. He hoists me into the air with my back still pressed against the wall. Forcing my legs to rest on his shoulders, he grips me tighter, his breath dancing across my already scorching center, and then his tongue begins its dangerous dance in the area where I need very little stimulation to cry out.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I moan as his swirls his tongue, and then he begins his sucking motion before his teeth graze it. I can’t inject the medicine from up here, and he won’t stop until I scream.
My free hand tangles in his hair while my other grips the vial I can’t use yet. I moan more before gasping when he finds the perfect medley with his mouth, and then I start panting as the earth-shattering moment threatens to close in. His hands keep my legs from moving as he continues his standing performance, and my head flops back against the wall as I take pleasure in the guilty moment.
“Shit,” I groan, and his desire quickens, forcing my whole body to pulse with my rapidly beating heart.
I finally scream out, and my legs begin trembling around his neck. He drops me to the ground and jerks me back to him before throwing me down on the floor. Oh, Savage Hale is sexy as hell. Fuck.
Before I can say anything, he’s thrusting inside me with a surreal force. I almost forget I have to stop his savage as I claw up his back. It’s too surreal to let go of him like this. I know the moment his blood enters my mouth, I’m going to feel even more connected to him than I do right now, but at the same time, I’ll lose him to his sober mind. His lips cover mine as I wrap my legs around his waist, and he pounds into me with his ungodly, mind-blowing force.
I finally pull back, and my teeth break the surface of his shoulder which causes him to punish me all the more. He thrashes into me while jerking my head back, and his teeth break my skin in his favorite spot. I gasp loudly as the erotic venom invades my veins, and I know I have to hurry up before I can’t think clearly anymore. I break the top of the bottle and inject him with it before his wound has time to heal.
The warmth rushes from my mouth to his veins to carry his freedom, but now he can’t stop. Our blood has been exchanged, and the erotic bombs are bursting fearlessly. His eyes slowly return to normal, his blue eyes fixating on mine, and his lips start asking forgiveness instead of pouring desire as he drives into me. He rips me up from the floor while staying inside me, and he swishes to the bedroom to bring me on top of him.
“I’m sorry,” he grunts.
My lips cover his briefly before I lean up. I pull his hands up to meet my breasts, and I groan as I feel his erection begging for its release. He pants louder as his moment nears, and then his hand squeezes around my throat as my savage pace continues.
“Fuck,” he breathes as he nears even more, and I scream out again as I explode around him.
I feel his warmth gushing inside me as I collapse to his body with a languid motion, and he pulls me against him while kissing my forehead. I shiver lightly from the powerful orgasms, but I can feel his guilt seeping out.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs again against my head as he clutches me tighter.
We’re trapped right now - unable to leave due to the closeness we both require. His lips dance over mine, and I feel him moving inside of me again when the overwhelming desire for intimacy starts to become too much as it always does when we blood fuck.
“I heard you the first time. You can’t help it,” I mutter softly, and my lips return the embrace of his as I begin moving my hips against him.
He grabs my hips just before he surges in deeper, and then he jerks me to be beneath him as he takes over.
“I still need you, Araya. Can I-”
“Yes,” I moan out in interruption, and his lips take mine as he thrusts in again.
