Free Primitive Fix by Alicia Sparks Page A

pattern that was unique to each tiger.
    There was something fatalistic about his tone, but she swore she wouldn’t dwell on that right now, not while her body was responding to him and needing him. Her hospital gown was a flimsy excuse for clothing in the first place, and he managed to remove it with ease. Now his skin pressed against hers again, turning her just right so all of her weight was on her right side.
    He cradled her against him as his hand slipped down between her thighs. His sharp intake of breath told her how pleased he was to discover she was ready for him. His fingers slid into her pubic curls, then lower to find her clit. For a moment, she stopped breathing when he traced a little circle on her most sensitive area.
    She wanted him inside her. She wanted to feel him moving inside her, stroking her, taking her, devouring her. She pleaded, the sound coming out of her throat sounding more like a whimper than anything else. He pulled her to him, draping her left leg over his hip and pressing her back against the bed so nothing would brush against her wound.
    Then his fingers moved lower, seeking out her hot wetness. God, she wanted him! She was already quivering and anticipating his touch. When he sank his fingers into her, she shook with delight and clasped onto him while he moved them in and out in long, slow strokes. She could already feel her orgasm building, and there was nothing she could do other than just ride out the waves and let him take her over the edge.
    Her nails dug into his back as her pussy quaked around him. He still wore his jeans, but she felt him hard and ready beneath the fabric. She wished she could move, climb on top of him and take him, ride him until the morning. Tame the tiger.
    “You are so amazing.” His words slid against her throat as she clung to him, her hips rocking in time with his hand. “You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now. I want to show you that you are mine. How much you are mine. How you will always be mine.”
    She nodded her agreement. She wanted him to fill her up. She wanted to feel his hard cock press against her cervix and stretch her inner walls as he took her over and over again. The visual alone was enough to drive her over the edge.
    “Look at me, Sage. I want to watch you come.”
    She opened her eyes and locked onto his gaze. Then she threw her head back in wild abandon as the sensations ripped through her body and her orgasm took her to a whole other level. She clung to him, and she swore she heard him roar a little as she came.
    “Oh my God,” she managed, breathless.
    “Are you okay?” He pulled his fingers from her body, and she hated the fact that he was no longer joined with her.
    “Yes. God, I want to fuck you right now.”
    “I don’t think that would be very safe, do you?”
    She had no idea what he was talking about. They had managed this much without hurting her. She felt fine. “I don’t think it would be very safe not to.”
    “Why? Are you going to turn into a wolf and rip me apart?” He grinned, that sexy crooked smile that she loved, and there was no doubt she still loved him—she would always love him.
    “If you think I’m too much for you to handle…”
    He shifted a little on the bed and grinned again. “I’ll show you too much to handle.” He unfastened his belt, then unbuttoned his pants. She could see the outline of his cock beneath his underwear once he pulled the waistband of his jeans down a little. “Do you think you can handle this?”
    “I think I can handle it like a pro.”
    He slid off the bed and removed his pants and underwear. His cock sprang free, hard and protruding from a nest of orange and black curls. The black stripes disappeared into the nest of hair, but didn’t cover his cock. “Move to this edge. Stay on your side,” he directed.
    She obeyed, holding onto the edge of the bed to steady herself.
    He climbed into the bed behind her and carefully placed his right arm under