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“Does it hurt?” he asked.

She shook her head.

“Good, because I’m not going to be able to hold back.”

Chapter Eleven

Charlotte looked toward Savage as she woke up the following morning. Last night had been incredible. It was the single most amazing experience of her life. Savage was still asleep. They had changed the bedsheets after their first time, and he’d insisted on taking care of her. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

Sliding out from beneath the blanket, she padded toward the bathroom to take a quick break. Washing her hands, she looked at her reflection in the mirror, and even though she didn’t look different, she did feel different. She was no longer a virgin. She was ... she didn’t know exactly what she was. There was one of Savage’s shirts hanging up in the corner, and she quickly grabbed it and pulled it on over her head.

Savage was still asleep, so she made her escape to the kitchen. She set up the coffeemaker, all the while replaying the events of last night. If her father were to ever find out, he’d kill Savage. She had no idea what this was yet, but she knew for certain her father would kill her. Running fingers through her hair, she opened the cupboard directly in front of her and grabbed a mug. Just as she was reaching for a second mug, arms enveloped her.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

She giggled. “What does it look like? I’m making us some coffee.”

He let out a moan, and his face pressed against her neck. “You smell so good.”

Both his arms were wrapped around her waist, and she rested against him. She couldn’t help but moan as his touch only set her on fire for more.

“You’re driving me crazy, baby, you know that, right?”

She whimpered as one of his hands moved down, sliding between her thighs, as he cupped her pussy. She wasn’t wearing any panties and had only been able to slip the shirt over her head.

Savage growled against her neck. “Look what I found.”

Charlotte was not fighting him as he lifted the shirt out of the way and his hands touched her naked pussy.

“Are you wet for me, baby?” he asked.

She nodded her head, unable to form the words as that moment he touched her pussy.

“Tell me,” he said.

He was not going to let her get away without saying something.

“Yes, I’m wet for you,” she said, crying out as he stroked across her clit. He repeated this action, and she was so sensitive, but he didn’t let up.

“I better see for myself just how wet you are,” he said, and his fingers glided down her slit, going toward her entrance. She closed her eyes, dropping her head back onto his shoulder as he reached her entrance. He didn’t just shove his fingers inside her, but slowly rimmed her entrance, teasing her.

All she wanted was to feel him, but he was making her prolong every little element. She didn’t know if she could take much more, and then a single finger slid inside her. He pumped it in and out, then a second finger was added, and she wasn’t used to that sensation before. There was no pain. Savage had already proven to her the previous night, that there wouldn’t be any more pain. With both his fingers inside her, he twisted his hand, and she cried out as he stroked his fingers over her clit.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby. Are you wanting my cock again?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Good, you can have it, just as soon as you come for me.” He growled the words against her shoulder.

At first, Charlotte didn’t know if she was going to be able to orgasm standing up. It didn’t seem like a good idea. Savage was not letting up, and the pleasure in her started to build, and it wasn’t a slow burn either, this was pure fire and need, spiraling up, taking her higher. His name was on her lips. It shocked her how quickly she went from not being sure if she was going to reach orgasm, to being only moments away from it.

“That’s it, baby. This body is now mine. I know exactly what it wants. What it needs. Come for me.”

She screamed his name as her whole world shattered apart in the most amazing way possible. Charlotte fell against him, completely trusting him to hold her steady and not let her go. She was on fire, but Savage’s touch kept her in place, and he drew every last piece of climax from her, until she couldn’t handle another second.

He pulled his fingers from her pussy, but Savage was not done with her yet. He moved her toward the counter and placed her hands on the edge. Tilting her down and spreading her thighs, his hands went to her hips, but he didn’t linger too long there. He started to run his hands down her body, stroking across the cheeks of her ass, and he let out another moan.

“Fuck me, you’re perfect,” he said.