Page 6 of Dark Savior

Godfuckingdammit.

I released her throat and gripped her leggings, shoving them down her thighs. She kicked them off. As soon as she had my cock freed from my jeans, I lifted her against the door like she weighed nothing. Her hands gripped my cut, and she gasped when I ripped her thong right off.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” I growled before she could complain. She didn’t seem to care though. She just made a low whining sound in the back of her throat, her nails digging into the skin at the back of my neck. Like she was trying to urge me to move faster.

I drove inside of her tight, wet cunt. Fuck a condom. I’d buy her the Plan B pill. I just needed to be inside her sweet body. God, she felt so damn good. So perfect. Her body fit me like a glove.

“Oh, my God,” she moaned, her head falling back against the door. “Fuck, Callan.”

“You’re so goddamn wet, kitten,” I moaned, fucking up into her. The door rattled with every stroke inside of her pussy, her ass slamming back against it as I pushed up inside of her. She gripped my hair in her fists and pressed her mouth to mine, kissing me hard and hungrily.

She was just as fucking greedy as I was.

“Harder,” she begged, panting into my mouth. The smell of weed on her breath was intoxicating, and I couldn’t help but lick into her mouth—to taste the herb on her tongue. “Callan, please, fuck me harder.”

Wrapping my fingers around her throat again, I shoved her harder against the door. Her eyes went all hazy as she submitted to me like it was second nature. And fuck, she was beautiful as she did so. So damn pretty letting me claim her and wreck her and fucking devour her.

Leaning in, I let my lips brush hers again, unable to keep my mouth away from hers for long. “You beg so fucking prettily, kitten.”

Then, I fucked her harder, just as she requested. She whimpered, her fingers wrapping around my wrist. I pressed in a little harder, cutting off her airflow. And just like that, her pussy strangled my cock as she came. “Oh, fuck, kitten,” I growled, fucking her harder, my balls drawing up tight. I slackened my grip just a little so she could breathe again. “Think you can come again for me?”

“I can do whatever you need me to,” she panted.

Fucking hell.

I tightened my grip around her neck again, knowing my touch would leave bruises on her skin. I was fucking dying to see her marked up because of me. Wanted other men to look at those discolored marks on her neck and know a man had already wrecked her world and she didn’t need them.

She’d look so fucking sinful. So fucking mine.

She whined, her nails digging into my skin. She tightened her thighs around my hips as I reached between us, thrumming her clit. Her strangled scream was fucking beautiful, and she flooded my cock, drenching my jeans as she squirted all over me.

That was it.

I fucking exploded, growling her name as I spilled inside of her, coating her pussy with my seed, so goddamn feral with the need to mark her as mine that I could barely think.

She slumped in my arms, her head resting on my shoulder when I released her throat. Her hot breath fanned over my neck as I gently eased her away from the door and carefully carried her to the bathroom, setting her on the counter. Her eyelids were drooping, sleep tugging at her.

“Stay awake,” I coaxed, softening my voice. I took a washcloth from the cabinet above the toilet and wet it with warm water before gently cleaning between her thighs. She leaned against the wall, shutting her eyes. I knew the sex we’d just had would be draining for her. The way she’d submitted, the way her body had just gone all soft and pliant for me—fuck yeah, she needed some rest.

I fixed my wet jeans, not bothering with my belt, and scrounged through her dresser, finding her a pair of panties and a sleep shirt. After finding what I needed, I headed back into the bathroom and stroked my hand down her arm. “Sit up for me.”

She groaned in protest but moved off the wall. I eased her shirt over her head before pulling on the one I’d grabbed. Then, I slipped her panties up her legs, lifting her off the counter a little so I could pull them up all the way.

“Alright—off to bed.” I lifted her from the counter and carried her to bed with her arms and legs wrapped around me. Once she was on the mattress, I covered her up, tucking the blanket in around her shoulders.

She was out like a light before I could even wish her goodnight or see if she needed anything, soft snores leaving her parted lips.

I turned off her lamp and made my way out of her room through the darkness. Once I was in the hall with her door shut behind me, I quickly made my way to my room so I could get a shower, put on some sweats and a t-shirt, and crawl into bed myself. I was more relaxed than I’d been in years, and I wanted to take advantage of it.

My door was cracked when I walked up to it. Clenching my jaw, I shoved it open, ready to pummel whoever had broken into my fucking room. “Who the fuck—” I sighed when I saw Carter sitting in my desk chair. “What?” I snapped. “Do I not get fucking privacy anymore?”

“Went to go check on my sister and heard you fucking her brains out,” he said, standing up. I simply arched a brow at him, wanting him to get to his point. If he was here to warn me away from her, he could fuck off. He ran his eyes over me, his lips screwing up in distaste when he caught my damp jeans. “You serious about her?” he finally asked, letting his dark eyes meet mine again.

I shrugged, surprised by his line of questioning, though I didn’t let it show. “If she’ll let me be, yeah. But your sister is pretty fuckin’ tight-lipped. Doubt she’s lookin’ for any man right now.” Didn’t mean I wouldn’t be working to change her mind though.

He grunted. “You put your dick in her, she’s your responsibility now. That’s always been my rule with her.”

I snorted, rolling my eyes as I headed toward my connected bathroom. Like that was a fucking issue. He was just handing me what I wanted on a silver platter.