Free SavageLust by Desiree Holt

breasts against
the hard plane of his chest and the soft mat of fur covering it. She wanted to
rub herself all over him, lick every inch of his skin.
    Regan couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so
intensely aroused. Her body had gone from zero to sixty in a matter of seconds,
her level of need off the charts, the rush of desire consuming her.
    Dante rose from the chair with her in his arms and set her
on her feet. He gripped her arms hard, as if reaching for self-control, and
that dark gaze bored directly into her eyes again.
    “You can still tell me to stop.” He ground the words out
through clenched teeth.
    “No.” She could hardly breathe. “Don’t stop. I want this
too.”
    The words seemed to enflame him, stripping away his control.
In seconds he dispensed with the rest of her clothing and all of his own,
adding them to the growing pile on the floor.
    Regan sucked in a breath at her first sight of him naked.
The only word for his body was powerful . Or maybe magnificent . He
was solid muscle, from his broad shoulders to his lean hips and long legs. The
dark curls on his chest narrowed to a vee through his groin to cradle the most
magnificent cock she’d ever seen. Long and thick, the head already a deep
purple with the rush of blood to the tissues, a thick drop of precum glistened
on the tip.
    Tentatively at first, then more boldly, she reached for his
shaft, closing her fingers around it. Using her thumb, she spread the liquid on
the velvety skin, watching his eyes as she did so and seeing fire blaze in the
darkness.
    For a moment he stood there, letting her touch and feel and
stroke. Then he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away.
    “When I come, it won’t be in your hand,” he gritted. “Not
this first time.”
    Before she could blink, she was on the couch, one foot
resting on the floor, the other on the edge of a cushion, and Dante was
kneeling between her thighs. His tongue traced a circle around each nipple
before trailing down the valley between her breasts to her navel, where he
followed the outline of the furled flesh. Every place he touched ignited nerves
just beneath the surface of the skin. The flames in the fireplace seemed to
have burst forth to consume her body.
    Her breath hitched when he tugged lightly at her pubic curls
with his teeth, but when he gently pressed open the lips of her pussy and
trailed his tongue the length of her slit and back, she was sure she stopped
breathing completely. She was so aroused, her scent so thick in the air that it
drifted to her own nostrils. She grabbed the fabric of the couch cushions,
clenching it in her fingers to ground herself.
    He licked and lapped at her like a hungry man at a feast,
every stroke stoking the blaze inside her and sending ripples through the walls
of her cunt. Deep inside, the coil of release began to unwind, slowly at first
then faster. As she teetered on the brink, Dante slid two fingers inside her,
she clenched them, and the orgasm exploded with the force of a hurricane.
Shudders racked her and the scream that broke from her lungs was like the sound
of some exotic cat.
    At last, when every bit of strength had been drained from
her, she collapsed into the soft waves of aftershock. And finally into
stillness.
    Moving up her body, Dante rubbed his lips over hers, sharing
her taste, before sliding his tongue into her mouth. Regan was limp beneath
him, spent by the unexpected force of that first climax, but she had barely
caught her breath before Dante was coaxing her into another one.
    One hand cradled her head while the other stroked softly
over her shoulder, her arm and across to her breast. Strong fingers kneaded and
squeezed while, between her thighs, his knee created friction against her wet
pussy. Electricity crackled through her system and her pulse thudded with
rising desire.
    His mouth was everywhere again—her cheeks, her jaw, along
the line of her neck. His mouth covered each nipple in turn and all the while
his