Fury Read online Jordan Marie (Savage MC – Tennessee #4)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Savage MC-Tennessee Series by Jordan Marie
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
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“Ice,” Fury growls, coming towards me. His big muscular body charges at me like a bull and I’m starting to rethink the red dress I’m wearing.

I gasp as he pulls me into his arms. My suitcase drops to the floor, as he slams his mouth down against mine, kissing me so hard that it takes my breath away.

“Liam,” I moan, as we break apart. I can hear the club behind us, catcalling and yelling out, but they seem a world away. I’m pressed against Liam, my arms around his shoulders, my legs wrapped around his hips. I’m looking into his gray eyes, the taste of him on my lips.

“You’re here,” he growls, his fingers biting into the flesh of my ass, as he grinds me against him. His dick is pushing against his jeans.

“I’m here.”

“Thank fuck. Tell me you’re here to stay, Ellie.”

“I’m here for as long as you want me, Liam,” I respond, wondering if he catches what I said. I know I’m going to have to come clean to him and there’s a chance he may never forgive me.

“Always, Ice, always,” he growls, taking my mouth again.

I know we’re walking, and I can hear the crowd’s voices in the main room get dimmer, but it doesn’t matter. I drink in the reality of being in Liam’s arms again, of having his kiss, of feeling his arms around me. I’ve been so empty since he left Phoenix, that I can barely believe this is happening.

He takes us to his room. A room that used to be ours. I’m surprised that it hasn’t changed, but literally nothing has changed—including the fact that our wedding photo is still on the dresser. When he puts me down, I walk over to it, picking it up.

Our smiling faces are reflected back at me. It was over four years ago, but we look so much younger and carefree. We lost our way. To realize that most of that fault lies on my shoulders, is a hard pill to swallow. Liam never changed. He was who he was when I married him. I was young and naïve. A virgin who romanticized what our life would be like.

I was so wrong.

But, the one thing I wasn’t wrong about was the fact that Liam loved me. He has always loved me.

“We need to talk,” Liam says. I slowly raise my gaze to look at him through the reflection in the mirror, our wedding photo still in my hand.

“We do,” I admit, nervously. I have so much to tell him, so much to confess. What happens if he hates me for it?”

“It will have to wait until after I have you, Ellie.”

“Liam, there are things you need to know. Things we really should discuss before—”

“Nothing you have to say is going to change the fact that you belong to me, Ellie. We’ll talk about it all, but it will be after.”

“After…” I murmur, the heated look in his eyes is so hot it feels as if it might scorch me.

“Definitely after. Now, put your hands on the dresser and spread your legs apart,” he orders, my body shivers in response.

Maybe I’m weak. Maybe I should try to make him listen to me, but I don’t. I put our photo down and I grip the dresser, positioning my legs wider to make room for him. He comes up behind, his large body making me feel small and feminine. His ink covered hand comes down to grab our wedding photo.

“You kept it,” I murmur, because the significance of that isn’t lost on me.

“Always,” he says. “Just because you left, Ellie, didn’t mean it was over for me. I love you. I’ll always love you.” I want to believe that’s true, I pray it is. I close my eyes as he nuzzles my neck, putting whisper-soft kisses there, his beard teasing my skin. “I’ll just put this over here, where it’s safe. I don’t want it to break as I’m slamming into you,” he purrs against my ear.

“Liam…”

“This isn’t going to be slow and easy, Ellie. It’s been too long. I’m going to fuck you so hard that your legs give out,” he promises, as he puts our picture on the small stool beside the dresser. Then, I feel his hands at the zipper of my dress.

We’ll have to talk later. Right now, I just want to get lost in Liam’s touch.

“I don’t want slow and easy, Liam. I just want you, anyway I can get you,” I tell him and as he releases my zipper, I’m filled with anticipation.

Ellie

As my dress falls to the floor, I’m left in nothing more than my thong and matching bra. Liam’s hand moves over my back, slowly followed by his lips, kissing a path that only he knows—that only he has explored. His hand dips down, moving over my ass cheek, squeezing the fleshy globe, once…twice and then, without warning, smacking it. I cry out, not prepared, even though I should have been.


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