Chapter 17 A Savage Taking
- Savage was not wrong. Once he caught her waist and hoisted her atop one of the ale barrels he was able to meet her gaze, holding her motionless as he palmed her thighs and slid her skirt up with his wrists as his hands glided over her smooth flesh.
- “Savage...” She pleaded.
- Keeping her gaze, he slowly shook his head. Telling her he’d be merciless.