Prideful Savage (A Warrior's Redemption #1) - Miranda Bridges Page 0,39

his voice, brought on by lust, is also underlined with anger at my betrayal. The tenderness in which he glides his lips along my jaw shows he may be upset but still cares for me enough not to harm me. And his touch, although dominant, coaxes arousal without pain.

I knew my lies would provoke his wrath, but I didn’t realize I meant enough to him that they would hurt him as well. And that’s because he cares for me. Given his history with his queen and his innate possessiveness, it makes sense why he would be enraged at the thought of me being with another after using him. The fact he sees me as his mate is something I need to process, but it’s real to him and obviously drives Bravik to a dark place when he thinks about me leaving him.

He doesn’t want to lose me.

As soon as I open my eyes, his gaze finds mine, piercing with its intensity, but it doesn’t intimidate me anymore. For the first time, I can clearly make out the emotions he tries to hide by veiling them with roughness, rage, and intimidation.

“You don’t have to threaten me,” I say, my tone gentle, “because I will never want anyone besides you. The freedom of my people is not something I can ignore, but I won’t ever lie to you again in order to achieve it. When I’m with you, I’m no longer a martyr, someone willing to put everyone before myself even at my detriment. You’re arrogant, and I’m the one who humbles you, but then you’re the selfishness I need to live for me.”

I smile at him and pray he can see the love in my eyes. “If I’m your benediction, Bravik, then you are my sin, because there isn’t one without the other.”

He slams his mouth to mine and brings his hands to my face, cradling my jaw. With my arms free, I wrap them around his waist and cling to him, bunching my fingers in the material of his shirt. He plunders my mouth with his tongue and devours me until I’m unable to moan because I lack the breath to do so. Only when he takes a step back to remove my clothes am I able to inhale the much-needed oxygen.

He roves his gaze over my naked body, and I flush under his perusal. As if he’s never seen me like this, he lightly fondles my breasts and plucks at my nipples until I’m panting all over again, ready to scream for him to hurry. I’m not concerned about getting caught. All I want is for him to claim me, to make me his in the physical sense because my heart is already his.

As if he can read my thoughts, he sheds his clothing quickly, and from one blink to the next, he grabs my hips. His strength isn’t hindered by my size, and he lifts me as though I weigh nothing, right before settling his cock at my entrance. He uses one arm to secure me and the other to grip the back of my neck, his fingers digging into my tender skin as he thrusts inside me. The titillating invasion wrenches a cry from me, and I claw his back, wanting him as close as possible. This tiny act of violence sends him into a frenzy that has him fucking me until all I can do is go where he leads me.

Bravik takes me to a realm of pleasure so infused with ecstasy that I’m bombarded with sensation: the feel of his cock massaging the inside of my sex in a delectable friction, and the way my nipples scrape his chest with every gyration of his hips. There’s his soft tongue and hot mouth spreading fires along my skin with every kiss, and my orgasm builds to an unbearable peak, leaving me to sob against his shoulder.

“Please.” My voice is a whimper, a plea full of desperation. I need relief, and he’s the only one who can give it to me.

Bravik doesn’t stop pistoning into my body, but he slows his pace and takes my chin in hand, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Only good little cunts that belong to me get to come.” He thrusts into me so hard that stars enter my vision momentarily, and I shriek from the bliss of it. At the feel of his fingers skimming my clit, I almost weep anew. “Whose cunt is this, Ella?”

The sex between us is