Savage In Bed

I was practically sitting on Kieran’s lap. ‘Where did we leave off?’ I teased him. ‘I…’ Frustrated, Kieran bit me on the shoulder. ‘Hey! No biting.’ He caught a piece of my skin between his teeth and nibbled. ‘Continue!’ ‘Fine. Your turn to lead.’ Kieran didn’t need to be invited twice. He pounced on me with the energy of a hunting leopard. The six-hour plane ride had apparently not tired him out. His hands explored busily while his mouth tasted. Water sploshed over the rim of the bathtub. He grabbed my thigh, wrapped it around his waist as he lifted me. He paused. ‘Can I?’ I kissed him. ‘Yes, you can.’ Almost half of the water in the tub had spilt by the time we were done. Relying purely on instinct, Kieran drove me over the edge time and again with his tongue, his fingers, and his manhood. He carried me back to the bedroom. It seemed that the amnesia had set something free inside him. He was a savage in bed. He might have the mind of a three-year-old, but possessed the stamina and se