Savage: a Fighter Erotic Romance Novella (4 page)

I watched him sit in silence for a few moments, his head in his hands.  It made me furious.  Furious first, of course, because I was being told who to have sex with as if they thought they owned me. 

But furious even more because they really did own Luke.  It tore me apart to see him like this, totally unable to fight his fate.  I suddenly realized I was catching a glimpse into his whole life.  This was just one moment of pain, but it revealed a lifetime of slavery and loneliness.

I shook with anger. 

He glanced up and saw my furious expression.  His face contorted into even more pain.

“Fuck, Anna,” he cried, “I’m so sorry!  Look at you—I know you’re repulsed by me.  But don’t worry.  I’m repulsed by me too.”

“No,” I said.  “I’m not mad with you, I’m mad with them.  Jesus, Luke.  Isn’t there anything you can do?”

“About this, right here?”  He shook his head.  “No.  Nothing.  If I don’t fuck you, they’ll hunt you down.  they’ll think they’ll have been cheated.”

I frowned, but then I marched forward to him.  Faster than he could react and fight against me, I leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips.

He jumped back with wide eyes.  “Anna, what the hell are you doing?”

“I want to kiss you.”

“You don’t have to do this,” he said.  “I told you, we can find a way….”

“No,” I said even more firmly.  I reached down against and kissed him, this time even softer.  He hesitated and wavered as if he wanted to pull back, but after a moment, he gave in, unable to resist any longer.  His lips kissed me back, slowly at first, but then eagerly.  One of his hands reached up to touch my cheek.

I pulled away.  His eyes grew large again, and he began to apologize, ashamed of himself again. 

I put a finger on his lips.

“Let’s understand this now,” I said, looking straight into his eyes.  “I’m doing this because I want to, not because I need to.”  He tried to interrupt me again, but I silenced him with my lips, kissing him forcefully.  “I’m doing this because you’re an amazing person,” I whispered.  “And because I want to give you something.  Not because of them.  Okay?”

“Anna….” he groaned, still unwilling to believe it.

I put a hand on his cheek and looked deep into his eyes.

“I want you to fuck me,” I breathed. 

He hesitated one last moment, but the fire in his eyes grew too large and he could no longer resist.  He grabbed me and pulled me to him, crushing my lips with his.  I kissed him back, thrilled by the feel of his strong hands on my waist and cupping my cheek.  Our kisses grew more intense and his tongue slipped into my mouth.

I moaned. 

Something about that drove him crazy, and his grip around my waist grew tighter.  His lips kissed me harder and his hands caressed my body with new fervor.  I felt his lips reach my neck and heard him whisper a single word into my ear:

“Anna,” he groaned.

In one motion, he swept me up into his arms and carried me to the bed.

PASSION

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Luke placed me down on the bed softly, his strong hands still wandering around my body.  My breathing was harsh and my chest rose and fell wildly as he kissed me.  I knotted my fingers in his hair, trying to hold him to me as close as possible for as long as possible.  I never wanted to lose him.  I never wanted to lose this moment.

Luke pulled away for a moment. 

His gaze was hot and blazing.

“Are you sure you want this?” he growled.

“Yes,” I hissed.

He leaned forward and kissed me again, but this time it was tender instead of fierce.  His lips attacked mine, consuming them.  His teeth bit down on my bottom lip, and his tongue invaded my mouth, teasing and torturing me.

“I promise I’ll be gentle,” he said, touching my shoulder lightly.  His touch was so tender and cautious, so different from the vicious fighter I had seen in the cage only hours earlier. 

It shocked me.  But it also thrilled me.

I nodded silently, and his arms wrapped around me.

He started with my shirt, lifting it up over my head and leaving me naked underneath except for my old black bra.  Luke leaned forward to kiss me again, one of his hands traveling to my chest. 

It hesitated, as if he wasn’t sure he was allowed.  I couldn’t stand it.  I grabbed his hand and brought it to my breast, and he squeezed, feeling my soft flesh beneath his hard and calloused hand. 

The tension between us exploded them, and Luke brought me down on my back, kissing me furiously.  He unhooked the bra, exposing my breasts. 

“Oh Anna,” he whispered. 

He kissed down my neck slowly, trailing the kisses to my chest.  He caught one pink nipple between his teeth and sucked.  I hissed in pleasure, arching my back.

His tongue swirled around my nipple, and I moaned underneath him, totally at his mercy.  One hand kneaded my breast while his mouth worshipped the other one.  His tongue flicked at it, teasing me in ways I never knew before.  I clutched the sheets in my fists.

His mouth moved to the other breast then as his hands moved down my stomach.  His fingers hesitated at the zipper of my jeans, but I pushed his head down.  He chuckled, his breath hot and sensual on my wet breast.  His fingers began unzipping my jeans, and he pulled them off in one deft motion.

“You’re too good at this,” I panted.  He glanced up at me with those gorgeous green eyes and chuckled.  His fingertips ran along the inside of my thigh, making me shiver.

“Trust me, Anna,” he said huskily.  “We haven’t even got started.”

In one smooth motion, he pulled my body to him and spread my legs, leaving me helplessly open to him.  He leaned forward and ran his tongue along the white flesh of my inner thigh, making me squirm.  He chuckled again.

“Do you like that, Anna?”

“Yes,” I said, my breath short and intense.

“And this?” 

The tip of his tongue ran from my thigh to where the wetness between my legs started.  He forced my legs apart and then ran his tongue up my slit, teasing me and making me shake.

“Yes,” I gasped, my heartbeat thundering in my ears.

“And this?”

In an instant, his tongue reached up and flicked my clit.  My hips bucked up against his face and my back arched, unable to suppress the passionate reactions he inspired in me.

“Oh God yes,” I moaned.

His mouth moved away, but before the disappointment could set in, it was replaced by surprise.  One of his long, strong fingers plunged into me and his thumb pressed hard against my clit.  I jumped, but his other hand reached for my shoulder and pushed me down. 

He looked in my eyes, licking his lips.  Slowly, torturously slowly, his finger bent.  He pulled it out of my in a come-hither motion that stroked the entire length of my sex.  My lips parted in a moan, and I could see his eyes burn hotter.

His thumb began rolling circles on my clit as his finger began fucking me.  He pressed it in slowly, then pulled it out even slower, his thumb teasing my clit and making me wetter.  I sucked on my bottom lip, desperate for him to put something bigger, more filling in me.

He pulled his finger out, and he replaced it with two now, both of them massaging my pussy as his thumb rubbed my clit.  A third finger plunged in with them, stretching me a little.  He began fingerfucking me faster, his pace increasing every time I moaned.  My hips bucked against him, and soon I was writhing on the bed, totally helpless.

His fingers pulled out.  My eyes flew open, and he grinned evilly.  He reached down and pinched my clit, and I could feel myself almost come.  My hips bucked and my back arched as he pinched harder, drawing me toward my orgasm.

Suddenly, he released me.  I looked down at him forlornly, but he just chuckled. 

“I told you we’re just getting started,” he said darkly.  He reached up to kiss me on the lips again.  I could taste my juices on him and his tongue.  “You don’t get to come so fast,” he said, kissing down my neck again.

I threw my head back, taking in the sensation of his lips against my neck.  I heard the zip of him undressing, but he kept his flesh on mine.  When one hand unzipped himself, the other rolled circles into my nipple.  When both were busy pulling the rest of his clothes off, he leaned down to suck on my clit.

Finally, he pulled his mouth away.  My eyes fluttered open, and they widened when I saw him.  He was naked, his hair tousled and his green eyes fixed on me.  His bare chest rose and fell raggedly, and his arms and legs were padded with powerful muscles that moved underneath the skin. 

Scars lined every inch of his body, intermingling with the tattoos.  My eyes followed one that wrapped around his thigh to his cock, which was swollen and thick as he walked toward me.  My lips parted as I watched it, my eyes widening with a mixture of surprise and reluctance.

“Is something wrong, darlin’?” he asked, a tone of concern breaking through the naked lust that laced his voice.

“I’ve, um, never had one that big.”

He paused, then laughed, a rich warm sound that came from deep in his chest.  I crossed my arms, sitting up a little.

“If you’re going to laugh at me, I’m not going to let you fuck me,” I said, almost pouting.

His face sobered up right quick.  But he still kept a smirk that he couldn’t full suppress.  He took me head in his hand and kissed me again, this one tender and soft instead of hard and passionate.

“Like I said,” he said softly, tucking my hair behind my ear.  “I’ll be gentle.”

His arms pulled me to him for another kiss.  Then he pushed me down on the bed again, and he positioned himself between my thighs.  His fingers ran down my slit again, admiring its wetness. 

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, plunging them in again.  I moaned as he toyed with me, fucking me with his fingers, stretching me out in preparation for his massive cock.

He leaned forward to kiss my stomach again.  Then he took his cock and pressed it against me, stretching me legs further apart so that he could get as much of me as possible.  Slowly and gently, his cock plunged into me, his hips guiding it in as his arms held my legs against his sides.

“Oh God,” I moaned.

He filled me, his cock stretching me as far as I could go.  It was a delicious feeling, being filled with him.  I grabbed the sheets in my fists and threw my head back again.  One of his hands reached down and rubbed my clit as he pulled his cock out.  He flicked my clit again and chuckled when I jumped.

He really was too good at this.  He had obviously done this before, enough to perfect his technique so much that he had me nearly come so many times so far.

I was suddenly embarrassed at my relative inexperience, but all my thoughts were thrown out when he pounded into me hard, making me cry out.

“Oh fuck!” I cried, clutching him against me.  He laughed and kissed my lips as he began fucking me. His hips pounded against mine, his cock filling me and leaving me empty over and over again.

I dug my nails into his back, unable to handle it.  His cock was too big, and the feel of it fucking me so forcefully and unstoppably was too much.  I could feel myself close to cumming.  I couldn’t think, I couldn’t react.  All I could do was gasp and whisper over and over again:

“Oh Luke, oh God, Luke.”

Every time I said his name, he fucked me harder.  I felt his hips began to buck as well as he reached his edge, and he could no longer handle having me whisper his name.  He pushed me down into the bed and brought himself up.  He took my legs, forcing them to him as he grabbed my hips.

He began fucking me in earnest then, no longer holding back but forcing me into the bed as he took what he wanted.  His fingers reached down again, and he pinched my clit viciously.

I came hard and fast, clutching the sheets as I screamed.

He held me against him, waiting with a slow, steady rhythm until I was done to resume his fierce pounding.  I watched the sweat drip down his forehead as he fucked me.  Now that he had made sure I got mine, he released himself and focused on his own pleasure, fucking me hard and fast like an animal. 

There was something unbelievably sexy about Luke when he was fucking like he wanted.  Especially when combined with the fact that he had been such a considerate lover while I built up my orgasm.

What a gentleman
, my hazy post-orgasm brain said.  I snorted at the bizarreness of my after sex train of thought.