Tender Savage (Siren Publishing Allure) by Rosemary J. Anderson

fair. Here she was, tired and filthy, and he still looked like an action hero, rough, rugged, and ready for anything. Defeated, her shoulders sagging in fatigue, she stopped in front of him and waited.
    “We’ll camp here for the night, eat, and get some rest. We’ll be moving at first light as we’ve a lot of time to make up.”
    Dropping her bag on the ground, she looked around for something to sit on. Abraham was squatting by the shelter he had quickly rigged up and was shaking out the blanket.
    “Where can I sit?”
    “Anywhere you like, princess. Just check for bugs and snakes first,” he replied without turning around.
    Snakes! Eleanor hesitated, uncertain. Her limbs were shaking with exhaustion, and she desperately wanted to rest but was fearful of a repeat of the morning’s episode.
    Picking up a stick, she poked at the ground and around the undergrowth, shouting, “Shoo, shoo,” as she stamped her feet.
    From his position by the shelter, Abraham swivelled to look at her.
    “What the hell do you think you are doing?” he asked dryly.
    “Chasing off snakes,” she whispered, feeling wretched, tears catching in the back of her throat, and wanting nothing more than to be safely at home.
    Rising slowly to his feet, Abraham moved in on her and, snaking an arm around her waist, pulled her to him.
    “You’re stirring up one hell of a lot of trouble, woman,” he ground out, bending his head and taking her mouth in a mind-blowing kiss. Caught off balance, she staggered forward against his chest. Opening his legs to steady himself, Abraham drew her closer, enfolding her in a secure embrace.
    Pressing her back against the trunk of a tree, Abraham pulled down her trousers, and, ripping apart her panties, his hand unerringly found her feminine mound. Cupping her, he gently teased apart her pussy and inserted two fingers. Eleanor gasped against his mouth, and his tongue found entry, dancing across her lips. He pushed in. His fingers working their magic on her clitoris, mirroring the thrusts of his tongue, he easily brought her to a knee-trembling orgasm. Lifting his weight from her, his mesmerising gaze holding hers, he undid his zipper, and his cock surged free, the tip dewing in anticipation.
    Seeing his fully engorged member, vigorous and pulsating, brought her out of the trancelike state she had fallen into, and she impatiently dragged one leg out of her trousers. Abraham’s hands found her buttocks, caressing and moulding their peachy firmness. Eager to feel him inside her, Eleanor mewed gently in anticipation until, slipping his hands under her thighs, he lifted her.
    Straddling his hips, her ankles locked across his back, and with her arms around his neck, he thrust forcibly home. Clinging to him, her back pressed against the tree, the bark grazing her bottom, she was relentless in her need for satisfaction. Breathing hard, she clenched her teeth, begging him to the point of tears to screw the arse off her. Tightening her internal muscles and now beyond anything but the need for her own gratification, she dug her nails into his shoulders and, shocking herself, cried for him to fuck her and fuck her hard!
    Flattening his hands against the tree, and with Eleanor clinging to him like a limpet, Abraham obligingly drove deep into her, working his hips. His pace was fast and furious, pounding and grinding. Pelvis and thighs slick with their juices, he rode her to heaven.
    Feeling her orgasm taking hold, and her teeth sinking into his shoulder, he lost control.
    Barely listening to her repeated appreciation of his prowess, Abraham climaxed, jerkily spilling his hot seed deep within her womb.
    Finally spent, Eleanor’s feet shakily finding the ground, he pulled out. His cock, still engorged and slick with her essence, jerked in response to her gaze. Turning from her, Abraham adjusted his clothing, barking angrily at her to cover herself. Hurriedly, she pushed her leg back into her slacks, absently noting the red