Ruthless Savior - Julia Sykes Page 0,73

followed, relaxing to accommodate him. I accepted him completely, yielding to his harsher needs. I knew deep in my soul that Raúl would never hurt me. The protective cage of his strong arms was the safest place in the world, and I could place myself at his mercy without fear.

“I’m yours.” My shaky whisper softened the deep lines around his mouth, and his concern melted to wonder.

He captured my lips in his and began to move inside me. The careful, shallow thrusts mirrored his kiss. His tongue caressed mine, gentle and coaxing.

My inner muscles eased around the thick intrusion of his cock, allowing him to push deeper. Pleasure built at my core, tentative at first, then pulsing more intensely with each delicious thrust.

Suddenly, his cockhead dragged over the sensitive spot that melted the last of my physical resistance. My body flowered open for him, and there was no twinge of pain that accompanied his slow thrusts.

I tipped my head back, inviting him to deepen our kiss. At the same time, I rocked my hips up to meet his, urging him to take me harder.

He groaned into my mouth, and he speared deep inside me, unleashing himself from the effort of handling me carefully. With each thrust, his cockhead hit my g-spot, pulsing ecstasy through my body.

My mind receded, reducing me to a primal state where I was just as savage as he was. I moved against him in desperate, greedy undulations. He devoured my soft moans that left my chest on each of his rough thrusts.

His huge hand wrapped around my thigh, raising it over his hip and opening me even wider. He drove impossibly deep, reaching dark, pleasurable triggers I hadn’t known existed.

I wrapped both legs around him, digging my heels into his muscular ass to urge him on. His shocked shout vibrated against my tongue, and I devoured the sound of his pleasure.

Our perfect, savage union pushed me over the edge, and I screamed as ecstasy exploded through me in a shockwave that started at my core and rushed outward. All my muscles tensed, and my legs locked around him, trapping him deep inside me while my core contracted, greedy for as much pleasure as he could possibly give me.

My demanding release triggered his, and he tore his lips from mine on an animal roar. He pounded into me without a shred of gentleness, ruthlessly claiming every drop of pleasure from my pussy. My inner muscles danced around his pulsing cock, locking us both in prolonged orgasm; an impossible, earth-shattering release after long denial.

When we both came down from the peak, he collapsed on top of me, shaking and spent. His weight pressed my body deep into the mattress, but I didn’t want him to move away. I kept my legs loosely hooked around his hips, weakly demanding for him to stay inside me. I didn’t want to be parted from him. I didn’t want this intimacy to end.

“Mine.” His deep, triumphant declaration teased over my swollen lips.

“Yours.” I sealed my promise with a kiss, proving to him that I would never leave.

Chapter 22

Marisol

Raúl’s deep, satisfied hum rolled through the kitchen in a slow wave when he joined me at the counter. As soon as he reached me, he brushed a kiss against my temple before his big hands set to the task of putting the food away, which had been delivered only minutes ago. He’d stepped outside to take a phone call, but he’d barely been gone for three minutes before he returned to me.

As I bent to store the perishable items in the fridge, the soreness between my legs drew a smile to my lips. Delicious, wicked images of the intense intimacy we’d shared yesterday flooded my mind, and I let out a happy hum of my own.

Raúl’s ferocity had scared me at first, but his harsh possessiveness had tapped into my darkest urges. Finally surrendering to them—surrendering to him—had been the sweetest release. The primal, hungry force inside me didn’t frighten me anymore. There was no reason to fear it when it brought only transcendent ecstasy.

Raúl would never hurt me, so there was no risk that I’d be blinded by my lust if I gave over to it. It wouldn’t cloud my judgment, because he’d given me the time that I’d needed to feel secure in my decision to be with him.

Raúl was a criminal. He was a dangerous man. That would never change.

But there was goodness at his core. I might be the only