So she fucking told him.
She pulled off him with a sharp, wet pop, her tongue dragging one long, slow lick up his length before she smirked up at him, her voice a low, dangerous whisper.
“Stop fucking fighting it, Montgomery.”
His head snapped down, his eyes feral, his chest heaving.
Savannah pressed her nails into his hips, her lips hovering over him, close enough to tease, close enough to make him fucking beg.
“I want it,” she murmured, her breath hot against his skin.
“I want you to fuck me like you’ve been dreaming about all fucking morning.”
Chase cursed so viciously it sounded like a growl.
She pressed up against him, soaking wet, flushed, desperate, and reached between them, wrapping her fingers firmly around his aching length, feeling how hard, how fucking ready he was.
Her eyes locked on his, dark and dangerous, her voice a low, sultry rasp.
“I want you to release, Montgomery.”
His entire body locked up, his hands tensing against her thighs, his jaw clenching so tight he looked seconds from losing every ounce of restraint he had left.
But Savannah?
She wasn’t done.
She dragged his hand between her legs, letting him feel how fucking wrecked she was for him.
How wet.
How ready.
How much she needed him to let go.
Her lips brushed against his ear, and fuck, she loved how hard he shuddered at the feeling.
“You need to give it to me.”
Chase groaned, wrecked, feral, his fingers flexing against her, his hips grinding into her with barely controlled restraint.
She dragged her tongue along the shell of his ear, pure fucking sin dripping from her voice.
“I want it. Deep, Hard, Rough” She moaned. "Fuck me like your life depends on it."
That was it.
That was his breaking point.
With a low, guttural curse, Chase grabbed her, lifted her, and slammed her back against the tile, his mouth crashing into hers with raw, unhinged desperation.
Savannah gasped against his lips, her nails clawing down his back, her body arching into his, grinding against him, needing him closer, deeper, harder.
Chase let out a low, possessive growl, his fingers digging into her thighs, spreading her open, his other hand tangling in her hair, tilting her head back to take everything he wanted.
“No more fucking games,” he rasped against her lips, his voice rough, edged, completely destroyed.
Savannah smirked, wrapping her legs tighter around him, pulling him in exactly where she needed him most.
