Savage Dom (Savage Island 1) - Page 32

She won’t control this. I will.

I thrust again and again, her hot, tight cunt gripping my cock with every fevered movement, until she relinquishes everything, submitting her body to mine. When she screams my name at the top of her lungs, my own climax rips through me. My muscles contract and my pulse races, and fevered ecstasy washes through my limbs.

I own her.

She belongs to me.

I will mark her so even the skies above know she belongs to me.

My pulse begins to slow, and I stare at her wide-open eyes, and slightly parted, swollen lips. She brings a hand up to her mouth. “Turn around,” she says.

“What?”

“I want to see your back.”

I give her a view of my back.

“My God.”

I pull out of her with great reluctance. “What?”

“I scratched your back. What the hell?”

“And I bit your lip.”

She sticks her tongue out curiously as if to check and runs it along her lip. “No, I think I’m okay. But what the hell was that?”

“I woke up and needed to fuck you,” I say, as if that explains anything.

“I woke up and needed to be fucked, so that was convenient. But now I need to go… clean up or something.”

I nod, and take her by the hand, helping her to her feet. “We need to eat breakfast, clean up, get some water, and find your fucking backpack.”

“We sure as hell do.”

“What kind of medication do you have in there?” I ask her. I need to know. Is she sick?

She gives me a pointed look. “Birth control.”

Jesus. Has the island affected me so badly that I’m operating under animalistic instincts? How the hell could I have not thought of that?

“We’ll find it.” Jesus, we’ll have to.

She gets to her feet and stretches, yawning, then looks at the foot of the cave. “Can’t say it was the most comfortable sleep I’ve ever had. Any chance we can make our way down to the shelter you built?”

“Yeah.” Will can kiss my ass. I’ll bring her to the shelter and get us outfitted properly. We’ll make it our own.

“But wow, is that beautiful,” she breathes. Standing at the foot of the cave, we get a full view of the valley below. The beach stretched out beyond the trees, the fingertips of sunrise painting the pale blue sky with ribbons of gold and cotton candy pink.

“It is,” I tell her. “As much as I want off this island, there are some things I can’t help but appreciate. And that’s one of them.”

We walk in silence down to the water; drink fully, and then clean up a bit.

“Coconut for breakfast?” I offer. “Today we’ll catch some fish.”

“Sounds good.” I appreciate the fact that she isn’t griping anymore about eating food in the wild. I crack open the coconuts and we eat, sitting by the embers of last night’s fire.

“You know,” she says, looking up above her to the trees. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that was a bird’s nest up there.”

I look to where she’s pointing.

“Hell yes, it is,” I say, getting to my feet.

“What are you doing?”

“Need to see if there are any eggs in that nest.”

She grimaces but doesn’t protest.

I’ve had enough practice climbing these trees that it’s an easy matter for me to shimmy up the trunk and haul myself up. There are three large, rounded eggs nestled in a nest in the branches.

Score.

“I need something to put them in,” I say to her. “I can’t hold them and get back down.”

“Can you take the whole nest?” I look carefully at the interlaced twigs and shake my head. “No. If I take it off, it’ll fall apart.”

“Okay. I can catch them?”

I look down at her. She’s already assuming a catcher position, her legs spread apart and knees bent, her hands cupped in front of her. It’s honestly kinda cute.

“Babe, if you drop them, we lose a meal, and meals are fucking hard to come by here.” Not sure she believes that, though, because oddly since she arrived, we haven’t had an issue.

Her brows furrow together, and she nods with determination. “Got it. I won’t drop them.”

I give her a curious look, but she stomps her foot. “C’mon. We don’t have all day here.”

This girl is something else. “Alright,” I agree. I take one of the eggs out. “Get ready.”

I toss it as gently as I can. With a little squeal, she catches it in her cupped hands.

“Yes! One.”

She gently places it on the ground, then assumes her position again. “Ready!”

I smile. Adorable.

I toss the second one down, and she catches that, too, and lays it beside the first.

“Do it!” She’s ready for the third. I take the third, but when I toss it, something catches her eye and she looks away.

“My backpack!”

The egg smashes on the ground, the shell cracking and raw egg splattering near her feet. She doesn’t even notice.

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