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

face, cupping my cheeks. His eyes are focused on mine, the thrusts of his hips the only thing keeping us joined together. I start moaning, slow at first, but louder and faster with every push of his strong hips.
    “Tell me you’re mine,” Memphis orders me, his fingers pulling on my hair slightly. “Tell me who you belong to, sugar.”
    I let out a small gasp as he goes past another breaking point. He’s rammed so deep inside me I don’t know how he’ll ever get out. And I don’t know whether I’ll ever let him leave me. My pussy needs him as badly as the rest of my body does.
    “Say it, Adrienne,” he growls when I don’t respond, too lost in our bodies becoming one.
    “I’m yours,” I gasp, my voice a barely-there whisper. “I’m all yours, Memphis.”
    “Fucking louder,” he orders, his thrusts getting faster.
    I feel his dick throb inside me and it nearly sends me over the edge. Something’s building inside me, a feeling I’ve only felt once with him before. It’s going to happen again - the pure pleasure, the blinding feeling of being joined with him is going to wash all over my body.
    I can’t wait.
    “I’m yours, Angel!” I shriek, my body going rigid as I feel the orgasm wash over me.
    I’m still, moaning softly as it happens, and finally, when I feel all my senses pick up, every sensation heightened, I let out a low shriek, feeling him throb for me inside my pussy.
    I feel everything in that moment.
    The roughness of the sheets we’re lying on.
    The pure strength and agility of his body, pressing himself into me.
    The intensity of his eyes, locked on mine and confirming what I already know.
    I am his.
    Now, and forever.
    “Say my name right the fuck now, Adrienne.”
    “Memphis,” I moan, forcing myself to keep my eyes open and looking into his.
    “Not that one,” he growls.
    I still for a moment, letting my orgasm wash over me.
    “A-angel,” I finally stutter. “My savage angel.”
    He grins.
    “You make me love that fucking name.”
    His mouth crashes against mine, claiming me in a desperate kiss. And I feel him erupting inside my pussy, warm ropes of cum leaving his cock and warming me up from the inside. I let the sensation take over, my body going slack under his. Finally, I accept what I’ve known since the first moment I laid eyes on him.
    Since the second I met him, I’ve belonged to this man.
    My Angel.

Thirteen

Adrienne
    S age walks into the cell half an hour later. I am grateful for the small amount of time I got to spend with Memphis, and my hand lingers in his as Sage tells me it’s time to leave.
    “I’ll see you soon,” Memphis promises me.
    I don’t want to go. I want to stay. I want to stay with him so fucking badly. I feel like a kid on the verge of a tantrum.
    “Be careful,” I mumble against his chest as he pulls me in for a hug.
    I let his body envelop mine, smelling the mix of his skin with mine. It’s so comforting, and at the same time, so horrible knowing I’ll have to leave in the next minute.
    “Come on, Miss.”
    Sage urges for me to go, but I hear a note of regret for having to break this up in his voice. I feel my eyes burn, those tears I’m willing down desperate to escape and slide down my cheeks. But I’ll stay strong for Memphis.
    I’ve been crying too much. I’m going to stop.
    “Goodbye, Angel,” I tell him softly.
    “Goodbye, Adrienne.”
    He kisses the top of my head tenderly, his gentle touch leaving me with some hope for our future. I don’t let myself look back as I follow Sage out of the cell, trying to ignore the awful pain in the pit of my stomach.
    I walk silently behind the guard, fixing my gaze on the floor. My mind is spinning after everything that happened, and I have so many questions.
    I look up at Sage, wondering how much he knows and whether he’d be able to answer any of those questions for me. There’s only one that comes to mind now, something I didn’t get a chance to ask Memphis, but I’m still