Masters at Arms (Rescue Me Saga, #0.5)(25)

When he reached the center of the cave, he lowered her to her feet. He looked down at her expectantly, as if proud to show off his special place. Tears spilled from her eyes. Her private cave. She’d never shared it with anyone except Maman.

Until now.

She almost felt that if she turned around, Maman would be waiting for her, a picnic lunch spread on a blanket. Savannah couldn’t bring herself to look.

Maman had left her. She didn’t even say goodbye. Savannah still loved her. She just wished Maman had taken her with her, rather than leaving her behind.

Damián’s gentle, but firm hand cupped her chin and pulled her gaze upward as he tilted her head back. His brow furrowed and he cocked his head. Concern clouded his eyes. The only man who’d ever cared about her, taken care of her, now wanted to show her his special place.

She wanted nothing more than to please him in return, even if there never could be a relationship between them. Tears spilled down her face, bitten by the cool breeze. They could only have this day. This moment in time.

Because someone else owned her body.

Until tonight, when, at last, the slave screwed the Master.

*

Damián brushed the wetness away from her cheeks. Tears? Why? “What’s the matter, querida?”

She shook her head and more tears spilled from the outer corners of her eyes. “Just kiss me,” she whispered.

He had no idea what had happened to the mood from when she’d been giggling on the beach. But the hard-on he’d been fighting against since he’d held her last night demanded he worry about all that stuff later. Right now, he held the most perfect woman in the world in his arms. She wanted to be kissed. By him. Before she vanished into thin air, he would give the lady what she wanted.

His head lowered to hers, capturing her lips. So sweet—better than honey on sopapillas. He drew her lower lip between his teeth and into his mouth, sucking gently. When she moaned and pressed her pelvis against his, he decided he wouldn’t be able to slow this down. He needed to be inside her. Now.

Mierda. How would he ever last long enough to make it good for her?

His tongue entered her softness, then he sucked her sweet tongue into his mouth. He held her lower back with one hand, pressing her body against his hard-on. With his other hand, he brushed his fingers down her arm, then reached between their bodies to cup her tit. So full. Firm. Her nipple was rock-hard even before he squeezed it. Her hips jolted toward his.

Damn. He needed to feel her naked skin against his. To see her beautiful body in this setting, erasing the image of the grotesque position he’d found her in yesterday. He wanted to see her hot and writhing beneath him, waiting for him to please her.

Stepping back, he took the towel from her and spread it open on the wet sand to protect as much of her skin as he could. Then he unzipped his leather jacket with shaking hands and slid it down her arms. Rolling it into a pillow for her head, he placed it near one end of the towel.

He reached down with both arms and pulled the hem of her dress up. She lifted his arms to aid him in removing her dress. His dick pressed painfully against his zipper. Precum wet his jeans.

Jesús. Please let me last long enough to make it good for her.

He reached between her breasts to unhook her black lace bra. Her breasts spilled out and he cupped them. She had bruises from the ropes last night. He hoped he wasn’t hurting her. His brown skin against her pale breasts caused his dick to strain even more. Then she skimmed her panties down her legs, careful not to pull at the bandages on her thighs. He throbbed when he saw her natural golden triangle of soft curls.

Mierda. The only thought remaining in his brain was how much he needed to bury himself inside her. But he froze, unable to keep from staring at her body. Despite the reminders of last night’s torture, she was perfection. Her nipples became swollen, begging for attention. He bent down to draw one hard peak inside his mouth, flicking his tongue against it, causing her nipple to swell even more. She hissed air between her teeth, grabbing him by the sides of his head, causing his dick to throb even harder. His hand cupped the neglected other peak and he rolled it between his fingers. Hard. She gasped, tilting her golden triangle against his zippered fly. His dick pulsated even more.

Madre de Dios, he couldn’t wait much longer. Maybe if he kept his jeans on, he’d be able to stretch this moment out. Pressing her down onto the towel and his jacket, he kissed her lips again, his hand skimming lightly along her abdomen as he sought the downy curls between her thighs. His finger stroked between her outer lips and she opened her legs for him. Wet. Her * was so f*cking wet.

Pulling away, he looked down at her.

“I’m sorry. I can’t wait. I need to be inside you.”

She smiled and nodded, reaching down to grab his dick through the denim.

He pulled away. “If you touch me like that, I’m not going to last until I get inside you.” He quirked the corner of his mouth and shrugged. She released him and smiled.

“Open for me, querida.”

When she spread her wings wide for him, like the beautiful mariposa she was, he felt pride surge in his chest. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. How had something so delicate, so perfect, flitted into his life?

Knowing this moment would be fleeting, in more ways than one, he decided to create enough memories to last a lifetime. He changed his next course of action.

*

Savannah’s clit throbbed. Please, touch me again. She’d never asked a man for what she wanted and couldn’t start now. She should have helped him take off his jeans, but had been so lost in the sensations of his hands and mouth on her body, all functional thoughts had left her brain.