Savage: A Bad Boy Fighter Romance by Marci Fawn, Isabella Starling

feel horrible about Hannah. But being in Memphis’ arms makes everything bad sort of float away from me despite it.
    “We can’t let someone else get hurt because of us,” he tells me, and I nod slowly. “We need to be more careful. No more letters.”
    “No more letters,” I confirm with a small nod.
    Those letters were the one thing I looked forward to, the one thing that made my monotonous days better. But he’s right.
    The sliver of disappointment is forgotten as soon as Memphis’ hand wanders under my skirt, hooking into my panties.
    I gasp, unable to so much as breathe as his finger moves lazily between my folds.
    “Let’s make the best of what we have, sugar,” he tells me in a low growl, and I quickly follow up with a nod. “We’ll need to take advantage of the time we get together.”
    “Yes,” I agree breathlessly, barely able to breathe through the passion that is threatening to consume me. “Whatever you say… Just… Don’t stop touching me.”
    I know how good he can make me feel and I can’t stop myself from wanting more of it.
    “You like that?”
    He chuckles deep in his throat, his fingers leaving my center as I gasp in protest. He finds my wrists with one hand, his free one wrapping around my waist and pulling me into his lap. I whimper my consent as he walks me over to the wall and presses my back gently against it, raising my wrists above my head.
    “Keep them there,” he growls at me before letting go, and I’m too afraid not to obey.
    I don’t want him to stop.
    I nod slowly as he props me up on one knee, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He lets go, and I’m holding on to his body with my own strength.
    “See?” he tells me, grinning. “You can be strong when you want to.”
    I smile, right before his mouth crashes down against mine. He kisses me long and hard, delicious strokes of his tongue against mine making my whole body tingle with anticipation.
    “Fuck, Adrienne,” he says softly against my lips. “You taste so damn sweet…”
    I moan into his mouth, and for the first time, I realize how much this man means to me. I thought he was just something I was using to distract myself from the bullshit I’ve gotten wrapped up in, but it’s so much more than that.
    I care about him. By now, I’m certain I’d do anything for him. He makes me lose my head in the best way possible.
    I press my hips against his needily, moaning to signal I want him closer. He moves my legs up and unbuckles his worn jeans. I didn’t even notice when I walked in – I think this is the first time I’ve seen him in anything other than shorts. The sound of the buckle hitting the floor with a clank makes me lose my mind, and I grind against him harder than ever before.
    “I need you,” I tell him desperately. “I need you inside me.”
    He groans, pulling down his boxers and kicking both items of clothing aside. His strong hands are all over me, exploring every inch of my body. He wants me closer, too.
    I’m lifted from his body by his strong arms, placing me on the floor, and I whimper when my body has to leave his. It’s only for a short while though, and I gasp his name when he pulls my dress off over my head. I’m not wearing a bra, and I cover my boobs self-consciously when I feel his hungry gaze on them.
    But Memphis isn’t having any of it.
    Gently, he untangles my arms and they drop to the sides of my body as his eyes explore my skin. My nipples harden into hard buds under his watchful gaze, and I feel my pussy getting wet for him, as if my body knows what’s going to happen even before I do.
    “Lie on your back on the bed,” Memphis tells me.
    I do as he commands, feeling vulnerable as ever as I lie down, my hair spreading on the pillow. I feel him standing over me, his eyes drinking me in, one strong arm pumping his enormous cock as he groans at the sight of me.
    Fucking hell, I can’t stand him not touching me.
    I arch my back, a small moan escaping my lips, so damn