And that’s when she knew—
It was time.
Savannah licked her lips, but this wasn’t hesitation.
This was her claiming her big, long, fucking prize.
She didn’t ease in.
Didn’t tease.
Didn’t go slow.
No, the second her hands gripped his thighs for balance, she took him into her mouth in one sharp, wet, filthy motion, her tongue flattening, her lips stretching as she swallowed him deep.
Chase’s curse ripped through the steam, a raw, helpless sound, his fingers slamming against the tile behind him, his entire body locking up.
“Jesus—fuck—”
Savannah didn’t stop.
Didn’t slow down.
Didn’t give him time to breathe, think, or recover.
She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard, dragging her nails down his tense, flexing thighs, her own thighs clenching at the sounds pouring from his lips.
She wanted him gone.
Wanted him shattered.
Wanted him to come completely undone for her.
She pulled back just enough to let him feel the drag of her tongue, flicking over the tip before she let him slide down her throat again, her nails digging into his skin as she set a brutal fucking pace.
Chase let out a choked groan, his fingers twitching, his jaw tight as hell, his hips fighting to stay still.
“Fucking hell, Savannah—”
She moaned around him, her eyes flicking up to his, and fuck—
She had never seen him like this.
His head tipped back, his throat taut, his chest rising and falling unevenly, his muscles shaking under her hands, his fingers curling into fists because he washolding back.
Trying to be good.
Trying to let her have this.
But Savannah?
She didn’t want him to hold back.
She wanted him wild.
Wanted him unhinged.
Wanted him mentally, fucked.
